Paul rolled over and slid his hand between Melissa’s long legs.
It had been a night filled with dining, flirting, dancing and fucking, and his morning dick was ready for some more of the latter. Melissa was ready, too, and she moaned happily as he rubbed her clit. He had given the swollen, hard rosebud quite the workout a few hours earlier with his tongue, but he knew Melissa, a woman who could match his sexual appetite thrust for thrust, could handle a lot more.
“Need you to come,” Paul barked in his American accent.
Melissa rolled over, still sleepy from too much champagne and spread her tanned legs. As Paul massaged her, her juices suddenly flooded the sheets.
“Yum,” Paul said, inching his way between her thighs and burying his bearded face into her pussy, licking her vagina as his teeth nibbled her clit. She quickly came again.
“Twenty-five times, you’ve come,” Paul said. “I’ve kept a running tally. I’ve been with a lot of women but none who can orgasm like that.”
“I know what I’m doing,” Melissa said. “Besides, it helps when you have a man who knows how to eat you out, fuck you properly and has a nice, sizeable cock.”
Paul plunged his dick into Melissa, and they fucked like it was their first time. He could not get enough of this brunette beauty with the perfect ass and tits. Over the last six hours, she had sat on his face, fucked him in the bathtub, on the balcony, and, of course, in the bed. They had indulged in 69 once. She had sucked his dick three times, he ate her pussy at least five. He was a money man. He liked countin’ money, And he liked numbers and to keep score. By the time he exploded in her, and she growled and squirted, Melissa had come 26 times.
“God, you’re a sex machine,” she said. “I’m going to have to go soon, though.”
“No way,” he said. “Just add on more hours. Whatever is needed.”
Melissa laughed.
“I’m serious,” Paul said. “Besides a surprise is coming.”
“You again?”
“I’ll come again but there is a surprise, too,” he said.
Melissa wondered: What surprise? She didn’t have to wait long as a knock rapped on the door. Room service, no doubt. She longed for a hair of the dog beer. Paul didn’t bother to put on a robe to answer the door, which Melissa considered quite bold. She heard some voices, and then suddenly another couple appeared in the bedroom. Surprise!
“Melissa, this is Pamela and Nick,” Paul said. “Old American friends who now live in Canberra. They have come to play with us.”
Sitting up, she noticed the couple’s eyes falling on her tits. Her nipples were unusually erect from Paul’s relentless sucking. Pamela, a plumb blond woman with sky-blue eyes, wasted no time stripping from her sundress, panties and bra.
“I’m ready to play,” she said.
Within seconds, she was in the bed with Melissa, and Melissa couldn’t help herself as she kissed the woman’s soft, pink lips. Their tongues tangoed before Melissa kissed Pamela more aggressively, tongues winding around each other.
“We’ve had quite the night,” Paul said. “I wasn’t sure she had it in her to keep going, but Melissa obviously doesn’t disappoint.”
The men watched as Pamela and Melissa scissored each other, and Pamela gasped. “I’m coming,” she announced. “I am. Oh, God.”
Melissa smiled, quite pleased with herself, and Pamela collapsed on the bed, spread eagle. Nick stripped out of his shorts and T-shirt and immediately slid on top of, and into, Pamela. Melissa noticed Paul, once again, with a raging hard-on. Kneeling in front of him, she took his cock into her mouth as he watched Pamela and Nick fuck.
“I love when a good old-fashion porno is happening right in my hotel suite,” Paul said, cumming on her scrumptious tits.
When Nick and Pamela finished, the couple invited Paul and Melissa into the king-size bed. Melissa eyed Nick, a tall, handsome blond man with a ripped body. Their eyes locked, and Melissa leaned back and began to play with herself, her clit ready for some more action.
“Allow me,” Nick said, as his long fingers began exploring Melissa much like Paul had done earlier.
“She’s already come 26 times, doubt she can 27,” Paul teased.
“Oh, you don’t know me,” Melissa said.
Nick slid his four long fingers into Melissa’s pussy and massaged her clit with his thumb. Melissa trembled as he played her G-spot as if it were a musical instrument. She forgot anyone else was in the room other than her and this handsome blond American.
“Come for me,” he said, coolly and calmly.
Melissa did as she was told as her body erupted into a thrashing orgasmic machine. Over and over, desire erupted in her. As soon as she finished she pushed Nick onto his back and straddled him, sliding his cock into the pussy he had just expertly explored, riding him until he came. It took her a second to float back to earth, and she realized Pamela and Paul were gone.
“Where did they go?” Melissa asked.
“I don’t really care,” Nick said. “You’re the woman I want I right now. Paul can satisfy Pammie.”
“Do you do this often?” Melissa asked.
“We do when Paul visits from the States, but we’ve never done it with anyone as lovely as you.”
From the bathroom, Melissa heard Pamela and Paul grunting, as he spanked her ass and she yelled, “Harder, Daddy.”
Melissa grinned. Rolling over, she stuck her toned ass in the air.
“I think Melissa has been a bad girl and needs punishing, too,” she told Nick.
“On one condition,” he said.
“What?” Melissa asked.
“I get to spend three or four hours with you tomorrow and no one knows,” Nick said.
“I think that can be arranged,” Melissa said.
“And you can be as bad as you want to be,” he said, giving her the first spank of many.
