a
striking pair, standing so close together. Both blond, of similar
height and at the peak of physical fitness. She already knew
Antony's body well enough to know she liked it, and Alexander
knew her body almost as well . . . Maggie felt a jolt of desire,
in equal measure for both of them. Antony smiled as Alexander
spoke and she had the irresistible urge to go over to join
them.
She took a step in their direction just as Judd arrived back
with the drinks. Smiling her thanks, she glanced over again
toward Antony and Alexander, just in time to see them
disappearing through the door.
Alexander had Antony's trousers undone before the lift to the
private quarters had begun to move.
'Steady!' Antony laughed, his laughter turning into a groan
as his eager shaft sprang free from his boxer shorts and was
enclosed by Alexander's cool, knowing hand.
As the lift stopped on the top floor and the automatic doors
opened, Alex led Antony to the white leather sofa by it, without
saying a word. Pushing him down gently so that he was sitting
with the small of his back pressed against the soft hide cushions,
Alex knelt between his outstretched thighs and took him
into his mouth.
Antony lay back his head and closed his eyes, giving himself
up to the familiar, pleasurable sensations caused by Alexander's
clever mouth. God, he loved it when he initiated sex like
this, coming up to him when he least expected it and enticing
him away from whatever he might be doing with his dirty
words, so lovingly phrased.
He knew exactly how much pressure to apply, when to suck
and when to lick and . . . Antony groaned as he began to come,
thick, short spurts into the back of Alexander's throat. Alexander
milked him dry, swallowing every drop until he had grown
soft in his mouth. Then he withdrew his head and, looking up
at Antony through his lashes, he grinned.
'In a bit of a hurry, weren't we?'
'You little bastard,' Antony replied affectionately, his voice
hoarse, 'you know exactly how to get what you want out of
me, don't you?'
Alexander cocked his head to one side and regarded him
quizzically. 'Does this mean you're going to lean over the arm
of this sofa and let me fuck your delectable little arsehole?' he
asked lightly, in the same tone of voice anyone would have
asked for a refill of their drink.
Antony said nothing, merely standing up and dropping his
trousers and shorts to his ankles. The bulge in Alexander's trousers
was satisfaction enough as Antony wandered round to the
edge of the sofa and positioned himself over the arm, presenting
his buttocks to the beautiful youth who watched him, in an act
of supplication that had him growing hard again at the mere
thought of it.
He pressed his face into the soft, pungent leather as Alex
lubricated the tip of his member and eased it into position.
There was a brief, exquisite resistance as he pressed on, then
he was filling him, screwing him onto his hot pulsating shaft.
Gripping Alexander round the waist, he plunged in and out
steadily, pulling slowly part way out of him, then driving the
length of his hardness back in before slowly withdrawing
again.
Antony felt hot, his own penis rubbing rhythmically against
the soft leather of the sofa arm almost painfully. He felt he
could not stand much more, yet Alexander went on and on,
faster and faster until Antony's back passage burned and
throbbed.
Alexander was ruthless, ignoring Antony's increasingly
pained gasps as he neared his own climax. And when, at last,
he came, it was with a shout of triumph. Seconds later, Anthony
exploded over the sofa, allowing Alex to pull him onto the soft
pile carpet as his sperm pooled on the soft leather.
Alex's mouth was hot as it sought his and he put his arms
around him, holding him close as they kissed.
'God! I love you!' he whispered fervently.
Alexander stroked his hands soothingly down his face.
'I know,' he replied, repeating, almost sympathetically, 'I
know.'
5
Maggie watched as the women surged forward to
striking pair, standing so close together. Both blond, of similar
height and at the peak of physical fitness. She already knew
Antony's body well enough to know she liked it, and Alexander
knew her body almost as well . . . Maggie felt a jolt of desire,
in equal measure for both of them. Antony smiled as Alexander
spoke and she had the irresistible urge to go over to join
them.
She took a step in their direction just as Judd arrived back
with the drinks. Smiling her thanks, she glanced over again
toward Antony and Alexander, just in time to see them
disappearing through the door.
Alexander had Antony's trousers undone before the lift to the
private quarters had begun to move.
'Steady!' Antony laughed, his laughter turning into a groan
as his eager shaft sprang free from his boxer shorts and was
enclosed by Alexander's cool, knowing hand.
As the lift stopped on the top floor and the automatic doors
opened, Alex led Antony to the white leather sofa by it, without
saying a word. Pushing him down gently so that he was sitting
with the small of his back pressed against the soft hide cushions,
Alex knelt between his outstretched thighs and took him
into his mouth.
Antony lay back his head and closed his eyes, giving himself
up to the familiar, pleasurable sensations caused by Alexander's
clever mouth. God, he loved it when he initiated sex like
this, coming up to him when he least expected it and enticing
him away from whatever he might be doing with his dirty
words, so lovingly phrased.
He knew exactly how much pressure to apply, when to suck
and when to lick and . . . Antony groaned as he began to come,
thick, short spurts into the back of Alexander's throat. Alexander
milked him dry, swallowing every drop until he had grown
soft in his mouth. Then he withdrew his head and, looking up
at Antony through his lashes, he grinned.
'In a bit of a hurry, weren't we?'
'You little bastard,' Antony replied affectionately, his voice
hoarse, 'you know exactly how to get what you want out of
me, don't you?'
Alexander cocked his head to one side and regarded him
quizzically. 'Does this mean you're going to lean over the arm
of this sofa and let me fuck your delectable little arsehole?' he
asked lightly, in the same tone of voice anyone would have
asked for a refill of their drink.
Antony said nothing, merely standing up and dropping his
trousers and shorts to his ankles. The bulge in Alexander's trousers
was satisfaction enough as Antony wandered round to the
edge of the sofa and positioned himself over the arm, presenting
his buttocks to the beautiful youth who watched him, in an act
of supplication that had him growing hard again at the mere
thought of it.
He pressed his face into the soft, pungent leather as Alex
lubricated the tip of his member and eased it into position.
There was a brief, exquisite resistance as he pressed on, then
he was filling him, screwing him onto his hot pulsating shaft.
Gripping Alexander round the waist, he plunged in and out
steadily, pulling slowly part way out of him, then driving the
length of his hardness back in before slowly withdrawing
again.
Antony felt hot, his own penis rubbing rhythmically against
the soft leather of the sofa arm almost painfully. He felt he
could not stand much more, yet Alexander went on and on,
faster and faster until Antony's back passage burned and
throbbed.
Alexander was ruthless, ignoring Antony's increasingly
pained gasps as he neared his own climax. And when, at last,
he came, it was with a shout of triumph. Seconds later, Anthony
exploded over the sofa, allowing Alex to pull him onto the soft
pile carpet as his sperm pooled on the soft leather.
Alex's mouth was hot as it sought his and he put his arms
around him, holding him close as they kissed.
'God! I love you!' he whispered fervently.
Alexander stroked his hands soothingly down his face.
'I know,' he replied, repeating, almost sympathetically, 'I
know.'
5
Maggie watched as the women surged forward to
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