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Merci leapt to her feet and tried to snatch the tape out of Liv’s hand. Laughing heartily, Liv evaded her efforts and popped the tape into the VCR. Then she dragged Merci back to the couch so they could watch it together.

Chapter Twenty Nine

Chris

Chris studied the two women as they watched him approach, trying to figure out their game. They were both pretty—dark-haired Hispanics with good figures and attractive faces. He couldn’t really imagine that either of them would have any trouble picking up a guy in a bar if all they wanted to do was get laid. Maybe he was wrong, but bars were generally full of horny men trying to figure out how to get into some woman’s pants. If one of those women let it be known that she was looking for cock, she was bound to get lucky.

The woman who had approached Chris was the sexier of the two. She looked hard, tough and athletic—demanding but wild in bed. Her friend was much softer, but very pretty. Her little cocktail dress showed a lot of cleavage. They weren’t perfect breasts like Merci’s but they would never the less be fun to play with and they were plenty big enough to slide a cock between. God, he must be drunker than he thought to be thinking about this, but now that he was closer he could see the edge of a tattoo peaking out of the woman’s dress from the skin of her right breast. He was pretty certain it was the tail of a scorpion.

It was time to put these thoughts behind him and go back to waiting for Merci. “May I have my phone back please?” he asked them.

“Sit down,” the tough one said, “and have a drink with us.”

As if on cue the bartender arrived with a mixed drink for scorpion and a corona with lime for her friend with the dagger tattoo. Chris fished two twenties out of his wallet and handed them to the man. “Keep them coming.”

Chris sat at the table across from scorpion and took a swig of his Jack Daniels. The liquid swirled around his mouth and then rolled down his throat leaving a trail of fire down his insides. The woman across from him took a long drag on her cigarette.

“So tell us, Blondie, you got a name?” her friend asked.

“Chris,” he said. “You got my phone?”

The woman flashed the phone at him long enough for Chris to see that there had been no calls, but not long enough for him to recover it without a tussle.

“I’m Lourdes, this is Maria,” the athletic woman told him. “It’s Maria’s birthday tomorrow.”

“Yes, I know,” Chris said. “She’s had a hard year.” He turned his full attention on Maria. Like Lourdes, she liked black eyeliner. She looked dark and sexy. “It’s hard to believe,” Chris continued. “There must be a dozen guys in this bar who would love to take you home and get you out of that dress.”

Maria blushed.

“Or are you part of the problem?” Chris turned to Lourdes. “Are you together? Or do you just like to pick up guys for your friend. It raises all sorts of confusing expectations.”

Lourdes did not get angry. Instead she blew out a lungful of smoke and asked: “What kind of expectations?”

“Do you like to watch? Do you plan to join in? Is Maria really your girl and you just let her out to get a ration of cock now and then?”

Maria blushed even more furiously, but Lourdes grinned ravenously.

“That’s it, isn’t it? You’re mostly lesbians, but you get off watching your friend get fucked every now and then.” Chris looked around the bar to reappraise the situation. “I still say there’s a dozen guys here who would love a piece of that action. Hell, there may be even more than a dozen—what guy wouldn’t want to ride a lesbian while her partner watches?”

“Why not you?” Maria asked. It was the first time she had spoken since Chris came to the table. Her accent was heavier than Lourdes and a trifle sexier. “I’m not pretty enough? You prefer maybe Lourdes?”

Chris swallowed another mouthful of whiskey. That was close to the mark. He was in a bad mood tonight and Lourdes looked more able to handle him than Maria.

“I’ve got a girlfriend,” he explained.

“Who is standing you up,” Maria purred. “You should teach her a lesson.”

“You can practice on Maria,” Lourdes suggested. “Maria likes a good spanking.”

For the first time since the bartender pointed out the two women to him, Chris felt a definite stirring in his groin. His penis moved within his jockey shorts, swelling and thickening at the thought of tying these two women up and spanking their bare asses.

Lourdes scooted closer to Chris and ran her hand over his inner thigh. “You could put Maria over your knee, lift that little dress and turn her little tan ass cheeks red. Then you could make her suck your hard cock or maybe fuck her in the ass.”

Chris’ cock surged within his jockeys, desperately needing to straighten out, but unable to accomplish that goal in his current position. He needed to reach down and adjust himself but he couldn’t do it with Lourdes sitting so close to him.

“Maria has a tight little ass hole,” Lourdes whispered. “I bet she’d love for you to stretch it open with your cock.”

Chris groaned.

“Maria,” Lourdes suggested. “Why don’t you show Blondie where he can stick his nice hard dick if he agrees to take you home?”

Maria slipped out of the booth, careful to give Chris an eyeful of her cleavage. She stepped over beside him, then turned her back and bent over, presenting her ass for his inspection. The short cocktail dress hitched up revealing tiny sky blue panties. She pulled the panties higher so that the material bunched in the crack of her ass revealing tight tan cheeks with a red arrow-pierced heart tattooed on the right bun.

Chris watched his hand leave the table to squeeze the cheek right over her tattoo. The flesh was soft and tight.

“I think Blondie has made up his mind,” Lourdes said. “Why don’t you go get him another drink while he convinces himself?”

Smiling wickedly, Maria wiggled her hips before dropping the dress back into place and starting toward the bar.

Chris groaned again.

Lourdes smiled and bit him lightly on the ear. “You want to fuck her now, don’t you?”

Chris didn’t answer. He was erect enough that his penis was seriously hurting. He needed to move it and he couldn’t wait much longer.

“Which thought excites you more? Spanking Maria? Or fucking her ass hole?”

Fucking a woman up the ass was a fetish Chris had long wanted to explore. The problem was that he really was too large. Women took one look at his fully erect girth and freaked out at the thought. Sometimes they wouldn’t let him into their pussies. He had never met one who would let him try her ass.

Chris took a deep shuddering breath and moved his hand back away from his penis. The implausibility of taking Maria in the ass had helped him to refocus. “I think you’d better give me my phone.”

Lourdes frowned. “Afraid of her asshole? Well you can still have her pussy! She’s got another tattoo on that side.”

Chris’ frustration, mixed with his earlier bad temper and the whiskey, burst out in a minor explosion. “Why me?”

His voice was not loud, but it carried at least as far as Maria as she returned to the table with Chris’ new drink. She slid into the booth next to him, pinning Chris between herself and Lourdes. There wasn’t really room for her beside them so she half-propped herself up with a foot on the floor and pressed her breast against Chris’ arm. Then she began to lightly caress his chest with the fingertips of her right hand.

“Because I like big, strong, blonde men,” Maria purred. “I want to feel you take control and ride me. I’ll take you anyway you want—mouth, pussy, ass—just ride me till I come.”

Chris had had just about all that he could stand. With his right hand he wrenched at his crotch to allow his trapped dick to straighten out to its full length beneath his pants. Then he twisted his torso toward Maria, grasped her chin with his left hand and looked straight into her eyes.

“You’re serious about this? You want me to take you home and spank you and fuck you anyway I want?”

“Oh, yes,’ she whispered. Her breathing was suddenly so heavy that Chris thought she might be having a mini-orgasm right then and there.

“And your friend, Lourdes, how does she fit into this?”

Maria shrugged, but Lourdes answered from behind Chris. “Sorry, Blondie, but she’s the one who likes you big Vikings. I just like big dicks.”

“You stay out of this!” Chris told her, keeping his eyes on Maria. “How does she fit into this?”

Maria shrugged again. “We’re just roommates, not lovers.”

Chris twisted back to face Lourdes. She was hot and hard and very exciting. He downed his Jack Daniels and decided to go for it. Let Merci and Liv play their games if they wanted to. He wasn’t going to be a part of them.

“How big?” Chris asked Lourdes.

“What?”

“How big do you like them?”

“Oh,” Lourdes shook her head smiling. “Forget it, Blondie, normally I’d say eight inches, but you’d have to be a lot bigger than that before I let you fuck me with my friend.”

“Come on!” Chris told them. “We’re going to your place!”

Chapter Thirty

Merci

The video tape was already half way through when Liv stuck it into the machine. One of the Great White Hunters of the title had been tied naked to a pallet and the Jungle Queen examined his massive erection by prodding it with a stick. The only major difference between the hunter and Chris was the color of his dark hair—that and the probability that his thick stiff erection was actually a little bit smaller than Chris’.

The Jungle Queen seemed satisfied with her examination and crouched down beside her captive’s hips. She was beautiful, of course, but not at all hard like a woman of the wild might be expected to be. Her body was naked except for a Tarzan-like bikini-bottom loincloth. She actually had a top as well, but it had been discarded earlier in the tape. Her large mahogany breasts hung before the captive, pointing two giant nipples straight at him. Those breasts were the principle physical difference between Merci and the Queen. The actress’ breasts were silicone mountains where Merci’s were purely natural.

The Jungle Queen stroked the white man’s stiff rod a couple of times, grunting in appreciation at its size. Then she ripped off her loincloth and impaled herself on the shaft in one swift motion.

Liv burst out laughing. “You two actually watch this crap?”

Merci couldn’t meet her eyes. She was completely embarrassed that they were watching this.

Liv kept grinning, but Merci noticed her eyes never once flickered from the screen.

Merci decided she had to say something. “This guy has a great cock,” Merci told her. “The action is only fair, but I really like to watch her ride him. And when he finally comes...hell, not even Chris can shoot like that.”

Liv didn’t answer, but snuggled down with her wine to watch the television. Somehow a throw pillow ended up in Liv’s lap with one of her hand’s underneath it.

The woman on the screen had her dark hands on the white man’s chest. Her long fingernails made tiny indents in his skin. She leaned forward as she fucked him, letting his hard, slick cock grow visible beneath her pussy, then she pushed back with her hands and swallowed him between her legs again.

“Do you ride Chris like this?” Liv asked, her voice huskier than usual.

“I like to be on top,” Merci admitted. “We haven’t tied him up yet, but we’re talking about it.”

“Oh, God,” Liv whispered in a voice that was almost a little moan.

The Jungle Queen slid too far forward and a sticky string of their mingled juices stretched between the swollen, purple head of her prisoner’s dick and the coal black lips of the Queen’s pussy.

She reached behind her, grabbed the prisoner’s cock, and backed on to him again. Her lips stretched wide as she engulfed him.

“Is Chris really that big?” Liv asked.

“I think,” Merci said, a broad smile on her face, “that Chris is a little bigger than that.”

“Oh, God” Liv repeated. “It’s been so long I don’t really remember.”

Merci crept closer to her on the sofa. She was shocked at how active Liv’s hand was beneath that pillow—shocked and very excited by her friend’s passion.

“Let me call him,” she suggested. “We’ll talk, we’ll drink, we’ll put all the other crap in the past.”

“I don’t know!” Liv protested. “The mood I’m in and he’s your goddamned boyfriend!”

“It’s okay, Liv,” Merci whispered. “We’ve been…talking…about a threesome. It won’t be cheating if I’m with you too.”

Liv stared wide eyed at Merci.

On the screen the Jungle Queen drew a knife and sawed through the cords tying one of her captive’s arms to a wooden stake. The freed hand immediately covered her swollen nipple and mauled the breast flat against her chest.

The Queen loved it, howling as she rode the hunter’s cock up and down. Her face twisted into a grimace of savagely controlled pleasure. She arched her back so she could reach behind her and cut free the hunter’s foot.

“What are you saying?”

“I want peace again,” Merci said. “You said the first time really wasn’t that good. Let’s make up for it tonight—together.”

On the screen, the Queen’s left hand stole down toward her clit and she shrieked and growled in what was doubtless the actress’ best imitation of bestial urgency. Suddenly, to the actress’ apparent surprise, a genuine orgasm seemed to overwhelm her. She dropped her knife and clamped both hands against her pussy. Her eyes went wide with pleasure and she continued to bounce up and down, grinding herself on the long fat pole impaling her pussy.