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forgotten she
was there. Rachel eased the redhead onto the oval-shaped bed and unhooked
the black leather bustier, exposing her glorious milky white breasts which
nearly glowed under the black lights over the bed. She had the most
delicate looking rosebud-hued nipples perched on top like cherries on a sundae.
The men sat on the bed on either side of her, patiently watching and waiting to
see what Rachel would do with this unwrapped gift stretched out before her. First
she kissed one nipple and then the other, eliciting a breathy moan from the
redhead’s lips. Rachel planted a soft kiss on top of the moan leaving Sarah to
wonder if the redhead’s lips were as sweet as they looked.
    Rachel straddled the half-naked
woman, lifting her chin to her mouth to taste her, one hand tangled in her
auburn waves. Sarah noticed how their hips locked together as Rachel’s ravenous
tongue continued to explore the redhead’s mouth and neck. More moans. The
redhead stroked Rachel’s bottom, pushing her harder against her pelvis,
grinding up against her. The men looked eager, salivating at the scene
unfolding between them.
    Finally the redhead’s
partner, a man in his mid-40’s with a tall, wiry build and a hint of salt and
pepper beginning to emerge in his goatee, stood and slid his partner’s skirt
down around her ankles and then over her high-heeled boots, letting it fall
onto the floor. Rachel took the hint, slipping her black lace skirt off and
pulling the red cami over her head. Both women were now completely nude save
for their footwear. Rachel knelt on the shag-carpeted floor, her hands
stroking down the redhead’s hips and thighs, parting them gently. Her mouth
watering, she was dying to taste the sweet pink flesh now exposed between her
legs.
    Sarah noticed that a
small crowd had gathered behind the green and orange beads. The curtain being
drawn, they were not allowed to enter, but Sarah could sense their anticipation
and arousal. It was palpable. The whole scene: the shag carpeting, the amber
and black lights, the lava shape shifting in its plastic cylinders, the
rustling of the beads at the doorway...Sarah absorbed all of the dizzying
sights and sounds as Rachel buried her face in the redhead’s sex, spreading her
lips with one hand, the other reaching up to the creamy mounds with their
cherry pink nipples.
    Sarah realized Mark had
focused his gaze on her and specifically her hand, which had absentmindedly
slipped between her legs. Suddenly she became aware of her own arousal, her
damp panties, her need to be touched. Mark’s eyes were dark and lustful. He’d
taken off his shirt, revealing his sculpted abs and sprawling tattoos. Sarah
had never really studied them before but now she recognized a tribal design and
something with a skull and flames... and was that a Chinese symbol? She
had been with Mark before...it would be so easy to offer herself to him, to
have her craving satisfied, but she resisted, not even bothering to analyze
why. She shook her head, almost imperceptibly, and turned her attention
back to the scene before her, hoping he’d take the rejection politely. He
turned away from her and bent down to taste the redhead’s breast.
    The other man had taken
off his clothes and stood behind Rachel, stroking his erect cock and watching
his partner’s hips writhing under Rachel’s mouth as her moaning intensified. The
redhead continuously murmured, “Oh, fuck...ohhhhhh....fuuuuuuck....,” drawing
out the vowels as she grew closer and closer to climax. Sarah watched him unwrap
a condom and roll it on. He began to rub himself in the cleavage of
Rachel’s ass, then teased the head against the opening to her sex, slowing
working his way inside her, gripping her hips as he buried his cock to the
hilt, making Rachel gasp in delight. Mark had followed suit, removing his pants
and kneeling beside the redhead’s mouth, eventually quieting her moans by
stuffing his throbbing member down her throat, his