4-star hotels in St. Petersburg

There is a wide range of 4-star hotels in St. Petersburg, and all of them can offer a person a high level of services and conditions. Most of them are situated in the historical parts of the “city-on-the-Neva”, in the vicinity of the principal cultural and business places of the city. The hotels rooms include not only charming interiors but all the possible appliances a person can require. As a rule 4-star hotels can offer you an organization and carrying out of different kinds of festivals, conferences and so on inside the hotels.

The Nude Party

Hi, let me introduce myself, I’m Harry Wiggles. My Master calls me Mr. Wiggles, I guess to impress the ladies. Well, we went to bed at midnight on Friday since Master couldn’t find any action at any of the local bars. It was about 7:00 in the morning when my Master awoke, I was surprised because he usually sleeps later than that on a Saturday morning. I felt like someone had stuck a toothpick down his boxers, because I couldn’t move at all. Turns out that Master had one of his sexy dreams again, so I woke up hard as a rock.
I sent a message, by way of the nerves, to the Brain that I needed to dispel that yucky yellow liquid that I always seem to throw-up. I guess my message got through, because the next thing I know, the Feet were taking us to the bathroom. Master popped me out of his boxers and I started relieving myself. Everyone in the body of Master just about jumped for joy, they realized that tonight was the party; Master was only thinking about it all week. The Feet took us to the shower, where Master proceeded to wash the entire body, as he was planning on using every muscle he had, including me, several times tonight.
We finished in the shower, and he dried off, taking extra care with me, since I was still stiff and tender. Master threw on a pair of shorts and plopped down in the chair in the living room. He turned on the television and flipped through the channels quickly, scanning to see if anything struck his, or my fancy.
We finally headed for the party, as it was getting to be pretty close to 7:00. Master arrived at the party and I couldn’t believe my eye. Now we get around to our share of parties, but this one took the cake. There were at least a hundred people here, and all in their birthday suits. He sat down next to a gorgeous blonde, the first of several for tonight. I introduced myself to her pussy.
“Hi, I’m Harry, Harry Wiggles. You can call me Mr. Wiggles if you’d like.”
That got a little giggle out of her.
“Pleased to meet you. I’m Veronica.” We chatted for what seemed like an eternity. Mind you, it was a pleasant eternity. I couldn’t help but notice that she had something coming from her lips.
“Do you know you have some pre-cum on you?”
“Oh, that’s okay. I’ve been this way ever since Natalie got here!”
I made up my mind. I was going to clean her up from the inside out; She twisted and turned as I did. When I was done, she thanked me and said to come back anytime for another round.
Master and I made the rounds, and I met Teresa, Marge, Patti, and Samantha… just to name a few. Patti and Samantha were redheads, no die job there. Marge was a brunette, who was very talkative. She talked about the weather, the news, anything she thought of to keep my mind off her lips. Now Teresa was a downright blonde, however, she wasn’t your typical ditzy blonde.
With each of these ladies, I had the same routine, and the same result. Each of them invited me to come back whenever I had time.
I have to admit that I had fun at that party. If Master had slept through that alarm this morning, I wouldn’t have met any of these luscious ladies. I have to send a message tomorrow morning to the Brain, thanking him for thinking of this party.

I made up my mind. I was going to clean her up from the inside out; She twisted and turned as I did. When I was done, she thanked me and said to come back anytime for another round.
Master and I made the rounds, and I met Teresa, Marge, Patti, and Samantha… just to name a few. Patti and Samantha were redheads, no die job there. Marge was a brunette, who was very talkative. She talked about the weather, the news, anything she thought of to keep my mind off her lips. Now Teresa was a downright blonde, however, she wasn’t your typical ditzy blonde.
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With each of these ladies, I had the same routine, and the same result. Each of them invited me to come back whenever I had time.

Old Friends

It seems that after many years the two friends had occasion to finally see one another again. Quite clearly there was still a chemistry between them. Although they were sitting in a public area (or perhaps partly because of the location) he could not resist softly stroking the front of her blouse as they sat and talked. Looking at each others faces he could feel her nipple begin to swell. With anxious fingers he began to unbutton her blouse and explore the generous swell of her breast.
Even as he was forced to pause for passerby's, he guided her hand to his swollen cock. He reveled in the feel of her squeezing his hardness through the jeans. As they talked of various things it became obvious that their minds were more on the potential for each other's desires than on any conversation of the moment.
As his fingers opened the blouse enough to slip beneath the cup of the bra and stroke her nipple directly, she commented that they could be arrested for public lewdness! He noted that her fingers were still wrapped around his hard shaft as she said it.
Within moments they were walking up the stairs of a nearby parking garage. Stopping on the walkway between two floors he turns her around and kisses her softly. Their tongues entwine and he cups the fullness of her breasts. She reaches back and releases her bra letting the full weight of her heavy breasts free. He takes a nipple in his mouth and begins to suck it hard. He hears her soft moans growing louder but pays no heed as her nipple begins to grow at a fantastic rate. Soon he has almost an inch of diamond hard pink nipple in his mouth. She doesn't realize how incredibly turned on that long nipples make him but he can feel his cock throbbing harder with each pulse of his heart.
Finally he pulls back and releases the turgid nipple. Mmmm he strokes it's slickness with his fingers and she begins to worry again about being caught by passing cars. After all, they have only to look over towards the stairs to see him sucking her gorgeous breasts.
He pushes gently on her shoulders and she sits on the steps. He follows her, standing over her legs with his groin at face level. There is no hesitation as he quickly unzips and reaches inside his jeans to draw forth his swollen cock and balls. She quickly reaches for him saying something about his being ready and immediately engulfs him.
The feel of her hot wet mouth sliding over his cock in soooo very good. He looks down and sees that she has taken him fully. His cock is sliding between her lips and he is watching her face. Her eyes are closed as she drinks in the essence of his feel and taste. He know that it won't be long before she is swallowing his thick salty cum.
He runs his fingers through her hair and softly fucks her face as she sucks him. They both know that they could be discovered at any moment. He watches a woman walking across the parking garage to her car as he feels the jizz rising in his balls. The feel of her mouth is simply unbelievable. She is washing his entire cock in warm saliva and precum while applying a constant suction. He finds himself wishing that she was naked beneath him and that he had access to her long pink nipples while he slid into her throat. With a moan of his own, he speaks softly, "baby, I'm gonna cum."
There is no slowing or release from the sucking pleasure as he feels his balls surge upward and fill her mouth with hot white jizz. He feels the spurts, one after the other, as they shoot into the back of her throat and finally to the base of her tongue. He feels her swallow as a loud whistle sounds.
Although he can't see the source, it's likely that they have overstayed their safety margin. He tucks himself back into his jeans, still wet from her mouth and they descent the stairs as she tells him, "Now that I've had a taste, what am I to do this afternoon?"

It seems that after many years the two friends had occasion to finally see one another again. Quite clearly there was still a chemistry between them. Although they were sitting in a public area (or perhaps partly because of the location) he could not resist softly stroking the front of her blouse as they sat and talked. Looking at each others faces he could feel her nipple begin to swell. With anxious fingers he began to unbutton her blouse and explore the generous swell of her breast.
Even as he was forced to pause for passerby's, he guided her hand to his swollen cock. He reveled in the feel of her squeezing his hardness through the jeans. As they talked of various things it became obvious that their minds were more on the potential for each other's desires than on any conversation of the moment.

I've Been Raped

I've Been Raped!
I woke up after the strangest dream!
The night before my wife, Penny, and I were getting it on. We were heavily involved in the foreplay aspect, when I felt the strangest sensation on my pecker. My wife was stroking me and my dick was responding, but I felt a furry thing massaging the other side. We both stopped and after some heavy breathing found out that it was our loving cat who was trying to help the situation. We had a great laugh, but went to bed frustrated.
Back to my dream. In the dream there was a knock at the front door on a Sunday morning. We answered the door and it was probably the last person on earth we expected to see. There stood my wife's childhood friend Gina. This woman married about a month before we did, and had two kids, but never had much feeling for her husband. Turns out the purpose of the visit was to intimidate Penny and me, out of pure jealousy.
Gina did not look bad, but looked a bit well-used for my taste. She wore a pair of boots in the dead of July. She had on a red miniskirt, which was about 6 inches above her knees. After a few pleasantries she produced a gun and told us the real purpose of her visit, which was for me to fuck her in front of my wife. About this time our cat sauntered out to see who the new stranger was, went to sniff Gina, who calmly kicked our kitty clear across the room. The poor cat did not move from then on.
Gina then had Penny sit in a chair facing the bed and asked me to sit on the bed. She tied Penny's hands and legs. Than she asked me to lose my shorts and shirt. I was in no position to disagree; the gun looked terribly menacing so I complied. She tied my two hands together as well as one leg to my wife's chair's leg. The other leg she knotted and inserted into the bottom draw of Penny's credenza.
She than slowly removed all her clothing and revealed parts of her to me that I never knew. She wore a low-cut blouse that left little to the imagination. First she removed the skirt, she wore no panties. She than removed the blouse which revealed an attractive set of boobs. Gina placed the gun on my bureau and started gyrating, shaking her 36C boobs in my face. She was clean shaven and gyrated her pelvic area near my face. I ignored her as much as I could. She then told us of her rules. Fill up my snatch with your juices with Penny watching and I'll leave and we will never see each other again. Anything else and I'll kill you both.
She asked me to remove my skivvies, but I couldn't because I was tied with both legs, so she found a pair of scissors and literally cut them off from me. Gina kneeled between my legs and started to lick my balls and dick. She got up and put her tits near my mouth and grabbed my head and forced me to lick, but not bite them. Her nipples started to get erect and she again dropped between my legs. She engulfed my pecker, and started to go up and down concentrating on the rim, and the vein on the underside. Maybe because I was tied up with my wife watching, I was fighting the full erection. After about fifteen minutes I could not fight the sensation and I emptied into her mouth. She swallowed it, and told us that was not the deal, and unless I get erect soon and comply to fuck her as she wanted she'll kill us both. She started to fondle my aching dick again, but with not enough time, to no avail.
By this time Penny got her hands loose. Since Gina was in a compromising position with my dick in her mouth, she never seen it coming. My wife whacked her on the head with a candlestick, we temporarily stored under her chair. Gina went out cold. My wife untied her legs and untied me. We tied up Gina, when I noticed Penny's nipples enraged. This was what my dick needed to see! We went into our guest room and fucked our brains out, and this time I filled the RIGHT cavity.
As my dream continued, we found that our cat was more dazed than hurt. We called the police, and had Gina arrested. The lesson learned that a little excitement will do wonders in the bedroom.

Two years ago my wife Toni was a private dancer. I used to ride with her to all her appointments and patiently wait in the car. Of course just like all couples fantasies were discussed with some reservations, but enough to have fun with each other. For some reason on this particular evening she was dancing for a couple. No problem - she had done this before. I just wanted to hear her stories of how the evening went with the two. As soon as her appointment was over she told me to shut the engine off.
“Huh?” I thought. She then explained to me that the couple wanted to meet me. That was cool with me, so I went inside with her and found a very nice, good looking man and his wife. Todd and Sally were very easy to talk to, although one could sense some uneasy feelings in the air. My wife pulled me aside and asked me if I wanted to have some fun.
Hmmm… here was an opportunity to explore some of my own hidden fantasies. So everyone expressed their desires and questions about having sex with each other - Todd with me and Sally with Toni. No one knew where to start so I made the suggestion of playing a game of strip poker. The rules were that whoever won got to perform some type of act on whomever they wished.

Taxi Driver

I come out of the ladies and find everyone has gone.
"Oh my god!" I say aloud to myself. My coat and bag are gone too and I'm only wearing a skimpy dress, a strapless bra, thong and hold-ups. I shiver. It is still winter and some bastard has nicked my stuff. I panic. No phone! No money! I can't walk home from here alone. I must get a taxi. My head swims from the consumption of too much alcohol. I try to keep calm and tell myself the girls will be outside waiting.
I'm wrong. I step out of the club into the dark, damp night. Gangs of drunken lads are shouting to me. I ignore them and start walking in the opposite direction. I have only walked a few yards when a taxi pulls up to the curb. I look at the driver. He looks nice. He looks 'safe'. He smiles and shows a perfect row of teeth. He winds the passenger window down and says, "Get in. I'll take you home.”
I climb into the back, close my eyes and he pulls away from the kerb. I feel my senses slipping away as I doze on the back seat of the car. He drives quickly and as he corners my legs swing to the motion of the taxi. They finally fall open and my dress creeps up my thighs. My hands are unconsciously gripping the seat, my pretty painted glossy red nails digging in trying to hold myself upright. My dress pulls higher still. I wonder how much he can see. I shrug, past caring, and begin to doze again as the taxi stops weaving.
I am awakened by the sound of music. At first I think I am back in the nightclub, then I realise it’s from inside a car. Car? Oh shit! We have stopped. Where the hell am I?
I feel the cold air rush in as the door is opened. An icy draught blows up my legs and stirs my numb body into life. Goosebumps cover my skin and my bare bum is freezing with the cold night air.
I open my eyes see nothing but darkness. What’s happening? I blink but still I see nothing. My heart is beating fast. I’m so cold. I feel my nipples pressing against the seam in my bra. It scratches me and I realise they are hard? From fear or arousal? Or am I still dreaming in my drunken stupor?
I feel male hands on me I am rudely awakened from my thoughts. The driver’s big hands spread my thighs and my thong is pulled between the cheeks of my arse. It stretches tight over my fleshy folds imprisoning them beneath the gusset. I feel a dribble of pussy cream leak from my hole creating a perfect stencil of my lips, white cum in black panties, butterfly shaped. I giggle to myself at the thought.
My amusement and my dream world are shattered by one sharp, rasping sound. His zipper. His hips are positioned in front of my face as he kneels before me. He slips his fingers into my hair and, holding my head in hard hands, says quietly but firmly, "Suck me!"
I panic remembering I have no warm clothes, no money, no bag and no mobile. I don’t know where the fuck I am. All I know is it’s the early hours of a dark moonless night and I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere with a semi erect cock slowly rubbing against my cheeks. The skin feels soft with an underlying hardness. He slaps it against my mouth and it thickens. I hear the soft sound of flesh smacking against flesh and my pussy twitches involuntarily. Oh my god what is my body doing?
I feel his foreskin rolling on my bottom lip down and under his helmet as he slides it on my mouth. My lipstick makes it slip in easier and I briefly wonder if it has smudged all over my face? He pulls out and pushes the tip of his cock against the centre of my pursed lips. I open my mouth to let it in a little and I feel the engorged head pulsating. He pulls back again but not for long. The next thrust is harder - as if the first was just for positioning.
He holds my head firmly by my hair and slowly pushes in fully until the fat head of his cock lodges firmly against the back of my tongue. I feel the size of him, the length, the shape and every bulging blood-filled vein popping out along the long quivering line of his hot shaft. I can even feel the thin line of skin joining his foreskin to the big soft velvety head. I run my tongue along it and he sighs and pushes deeper!
I almost gag but his moan excites me. I decide to relax my throat and let him in fully. The taste of precum on my tongue encourages me to continue to suck harder. Together with his flowing clear fluids and my saliva we create a perfect wet channel for him to shaft. His hips buck faster and harder. I feel him banging hard against my mouth bruising my lips on my teeth.
I feel him swelling in my mouth and suddenly I can't breathe. A reflex action takes over and I breathe through my nose. Warm air blows down my nostrils onto his cock. His balls swing in my face and I can smell soap. This thick cock filling my mouth must be freshly washed. Thank god. No more time to think. Will I spit or swallow? Do I have a choice?
Noooooooo! He pulls my head down onto his cock. I'm sure he reaches my tonsils. Then he cums, thick, warm spurts. I don't get time to taste it as it splashes against the back of my mouth and swims down my throat. So much! I swallow once, twice and still my tongue is coated. I continue to swallow and lick his pulsing cock until he is spent.
He is motionless for a moment, then he leans forward, kisses the top of my head, zips himself up and returns to the driver seat leaving me to straighten my skirt and wipe the corner of my mouth. He checks me out in the mirror and starts the engine. He says nothing but I see the twinkle of a smile in his eyes.
We pull up outside my house and to my surprise he leans over the driver seat. I think he is about to ask me for money. Again I panic. But to my surprise he just opens my door from the inside to let me out. I step outside and he exits to follow me. I hear the click of the central locking from the taxi doors.
He walks up the garden path behind me and as we arrive at my front door he reaches out his hand. It is my handbag! I take it and automatically reach inside for my keys. Then it hits me. My stolen bag!
"How come you have my bag?" I ask him. I turn. He smiles at me. He drapes my coat over my shoulders. He takes my hand and pushes his business card and change into it.
"Your mates hired me and paid me up front. They were worried about you! Made me promise to get you home safe and sound! Your phone and your purse are in your bag.”
He smiles again. “Night love Oh! And thanks for the oral. If you ever need a taxi again call me, we can come to some arrangement."
Another cheeky grin, then he turns and walks away, leaving me speechless.

"How come you have my bag?" I ask him. I turn. He smiles at me. He drapes my coat over my shoulders. He takes my hand and pushes his business card and change into it.
"Your mates hired me and paid me up front. They were worried about you! Made me promise to get you home safe and sound! Your phone and your purse are in your bag.”
He smiles again. “Night love Oh! And thanks for the oral. If you ever need a taxi again call me, we can come to some arrangement."

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I love Tuesday mornings because I am so in lust with you. My desire gets stronger every time I see you. I love to watch the way you move and to hear the sound of your voice as it rises and falls in your intense yet mellow manner. I love being close to you, to smell your clean scent. I love your beautiful shoulders and the grace and strength of your hands. My fingers ache to touch your hair, to brush it back off your forehead and comb through it. But most of all I love your face and getting lost in the soothing calm of your gaze and the beautiful hue of your eyes. I adore the impish charm of your smile and oh, how I want your mouth! I dream of what it would be like to kiss you, to feel the charge of energy, the shock of you pressing your lips to mine. To be able to release the bottled up passion I feel for you... To be in your embrace - the comfortable grip of your arms around me and to be able wrap to my arms around you. To press my body against yours and feel the evidence of your desire as you push your hard cock against me. A burst of longing blazes upward through me as I imagine how you would open my mouth with your tongue and I would meet yours with mine.
You thrust your tongue deeper into my mouth - challenging, demanding, conquering. I start sucking and you try to withdraw but I keep you deep in my mouth - making you mine, wanting you to be part of me. I release you and give you my tongue to suck on - submitting, melding, being yours. You want more, so while you are still kissing me you unbutton my shirt, slipping it off my shoulders. You move your lips to my neck as you unhook my bra and drop it to the floor. You pull back slightly and look into my eyes as you undo my ponytail. You smile as my hair cascades down around my hips. At your gentle urging I turn around and you bury your face in my hair as you nuzzle my neck. Your hands cup my breasts and you pull me back against your chest as you leave a trail of kisses on my shoulders. I take your hands and slide them to my crotch - I suck in my breath when your finger tips find my clit. You grasp my mound in both hands and pull my butt against your cock. You moan as you grind against me. Impatiently you undo my pants and slide them off my hips. I turn as I step out of them. While I unbutton your shirt you slide your fingers over the triangle of silky fabric that covers my ass. You release me so I can slide your shirt off your shoulders and down your arms. Once your hands are free you put them on my face and pull me towards you. For a brief moment before our lips touch, I drown in the intensity of the passion and desire so evident in your eyes and waves of longing wash through me.
Your mouth is not enough! I want more of you! I pull back, fumbling to unbutton your pants. As they fall around your feet, you groan because my hands have reached your crotch and are caressing your balls. Oh God, I love the velvety spot between them! To cradle them in my hands and run my finger tips across it. I look up at you and smile - you grab my head and pull my mouth to yours - pressing against me, trapping your cock between us. I rub against you, loving the feel of the sensitive head of your cock pushing on my stomach - the faint hint of moisture lubricating my skin so I can slide gently back and forth. We both sigh as our tongues collide, fighting, dueling to take up a position in the other's mouth. Our bodies press even more tightly together, wanting, needing to get even closer. Your tongue wins and you push it as far as you can reach into my mouth and I suck on it trying to pull you even deeper.
But again your tongue just isn't enough! I break free and your eyes fly open and you look at me questioningly. I smile and, still pressing against you, I slowly bend my knees and the tip of your cock leaves a trail of wetness up my belly and into the valley between my tits. I lean back just enough to give you one more quick smile and then with a sigh of anticipation I take you into my mouth. As the sensations - the wet heat, the engulfing closeness, the pressure of the full length of my tongue - sweep through you, you cry out, curl your fingers in my hair and pull me even closer. The head of your cock reaches the back of my throat and I moan, loving the feel of you filling my mouth. Using your grip on my hair you pull me back, watching your shaft slowly reappear as you overcome the pull of the suction my mouth is creating. You withdraw but I keep the tip of my tongue pressed against the sensitive spot just under the head of your cock and I look up at you, reveling in the passion glazed look in you eyes. A sweet/salty taste fills my mouth as drops of pre-cum flow over my tongue. A near painful jolt clenches your belly as you watch my lips cover just the head of your cock, my tongue still teasing, caressing and loving the tender flesh below it. A heavy pressure is building but for you it's too soon - too much - you want to savor the sweet sensations so you try to pull back, but I don't want to let you. I pull you into my mouth, demanding that you give in to the need I'm creating. You relent and start thrusting and withdrawing. You move in and out of the hot, wet grip of my mouth, the overwhelming pressure of my tongue and the encircling grip of my lips. I love the feel of you sliding in and out and hitting the back of my throat with each pounding thrust. You can't stop now, the need is too strong. I want it too much! Driving yourself into me, the pressure builds and then an intense pulsing pleasure grips you. With one final, deep thrust and you pour your cum into my throat, drowning me with each white hot spurt, filling me as I swallow the flood, sucking you dry, wanting every last droplet.
I want to linger and savor the taste and feel of you, but you pull me up and cover my lips with yours, driving your tongue into the still salty depths of my mouth.
Strange metallic scraping sounds and paper rustling impinge on my brain. No! I want your lips against mine! Voices assail my ears and I try to shut them out, but they get louder and I lose my grip on you. Don't go! My eyes fly open and the sights and sounds of the classroom return with a vengeance. I gasp and look at the paper on the desk in front of me - blank! Another lecture period lost to dreams of you. But there you are, speaking to a student. Oblivious to the passionate encounter we just shared you smile as our eyes meet briefly and I realize that a tutorial session is just what I need to get caught up on the material I've missed.

I want to linger and savor the taste and feel of you, but you pull me up and cover my lips with yours, driving your tongue into the still salty depths of my mouth.
Strange metallic scraping sounds and paper rustling impinge on my brain.
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No! I want your lips against mine! Voices assail my ears and I try to shut them out, but they get louder and I lose my grip on you. Don't go! My eyes fly open and the sights and sounds of the classroom return with a vengeance.

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You finally started to come down from your orgasm and released your legs from around my head. I removed my finger from your ass, and slowly started to kiss my way up your body to your face, where our mouths found each other. You licked your cum juices from my face, and sucked my tongue into your mouth. You told me what you had been watching at the window as I licked your pussy, and how the combination of both had given you the fantastic orgasm. I looked up at the window, and saw the woman licking the cum from her breasts, being helped by her partner who was also licking her breasts and her face. I wondered if there were others watching us that we couldn't see, and thought that they were in for more treats if there were.
I looked back at our appreciative audience and saw that they were holding up a sign which said "What room?" I looked at you, and you smiled, so I made up a sign with the room number on it and showed it to them. The woman stood up and walked from the window. Shortly, the phone rang. It was her. She thanked us for the show, and I thanked her also. She asked if we wanted some company. I relayed the request to you, and you smiled and said 'not right now, maybe in about an hour.' I knew why, and told her our answer. She chuckled, said she understood, and said that she and her friend would come visit us in an hour. In the meantime, if we didn't mind, they would continue to sit at their window. I told her that we didn't mind, and were looking forward to meeting them in person.
We stepped back and caught our breath. I needed something to drink; you said there was some wine in the refrigerator. I poured us both a glass. We sat on the desk, staring out the window, my arm around your waist, your head on my shoulder. We must have been quite a sight; me naked, you in a merry widow and garter belt, your breasts hanging free, and both of us spent. I thought it was a wonderful sight. I squeezed you and you sighed. "I'm really enjoying this" you said softly.
I smiled. "So am I" I replied. You looked up at me, gazing deep into my eyes and I kissed you on the forehead; you were a little sweaty, and the saltiness tasted nice. I took another sip and put the glass down. You did the same. We started to kiss again, sitting there on the desk. At first, it was a soft kiss, our lips barely touching. Then it began to grow in intensity, our lips locked hard together, then our tongues probing, touching, tasting. Our hands began to again search each other's bodies; I found your tits, you found my cock. You slowly rubbed it, bringing it back to life. I squeezed your nipples and rolled them between my fingers, feeling them harden under my touch.
I slid us off the desk and gathered you in my arms. I slowly removed the merry widow so that you were completely naked before me. Our lips met again and became sealed together. I reached down and felt the slit of your pussy; it was sopping wet. I slowly turned you around and bent you over the desk. I could see your tits hanging down from your chest, slowly swaying as you moved to make yourself comfortable. You thrust your ass into the air for me so that I had a perfect view of your ass and pussy. You spread your legs as I came to you, my hard cock sticking out and searching for a home.
I slid the head of my cock against your asshole, felt you press back against it, but it wasn't time for that yet. I slid my cock head down to your pussy and rubbed it against your lips, parting them with the tip. Before I could thrust into you, you thrust back onto me instead, impaling your pussy on my cock, burying me deep inside. What a Feeling!! So hot, so wet, so tight around my cock, drawing me deeper into you. We started a slow cadence, each of us thrusting to the other, forcing my cock as deep as it could possibly go, my balls slapping against you with each forceful thrust. I took advantage of the position and wet my finger in my mouth, then used it to tease your asshole. You moaned with every thrust and your tits were like pendulums under you, the nipples hard and erect.
I slowly inserted my finger into your ass, one joint at a time, letting you get used to it before I slipped in more of it. It wasn't long before I had the entire finger deep in your tight ass. The sight of my cock and finger inside you was exhilarating, and I started to pump faster. You reacted to the increased thrusting with your own increase in movement. The sounds of my body slapping against your ass, the sharp intake of our breath, the shortness of our breaths, the grunts with each slam of my cock into your pussy, all were adding to the extreme pleasure of the moment. I could sense an even greater increase now in our movements.
You had reached back and were now fondling my balls. My finger and cock were moving in unison in your ass and pussy, matching stroke for stroke. I could feel the pressure of ready-to-explode cum deep in my balls. You started to cry out, your body now pushed hard back against my finger and cock, no longer moving, just forcing me as deep as possible into your pussy and ass. You were now letting out a muffled scream as I felt the cum explode from my balls, travel the length of my cock and flow deep into you. It felt hot as molten lava as it spewed out of my cock into you. I could feel the heat of your pussy as you squeezed back at my cock, milking the cum out of it. I could also feel your ass squeezing my finger, holding it inside you. We were pressed so hard together that it would have been impossible to separate us at that moment.
You were whimpering, your body shaking with the orgasm you were experiencing. I could barely stay on my feet. You slumped down onto the desk, your head resting on your arms, your breath coming very fast, whistling over your dry lips. I leaned down onto your back, my cock still buried in your dripping pussy. We stayed like this for a while, catching both our breath and our strength. My cock started to soften and slipped out of your pussy. You felt it fall out, turned around, bent over and took it into your mouth, cleaning our mingled cum from it. Then you stood up, and we kissed again, moving your saliva mixed with our cum from your mouth to my mouth with your tongue. We then held each other tight again, our hot, panting bodies close and as one. And then there was a knock at the door. We slowly separated and I went over to look through the peep hole. It was our audience from the other room. I turned to you, and you smiled.
"Let them cum in" you said. I opened the door.

it into your mouth, cleaning our mingled cum from it. Then you stood up, and we kissed again, moving your saliva mixed with our cum from your mouth to my mouth with your tongue. We then held each other tight again, our hot, panting bodies close and as one. And then there was a knock at the door. We slowly separated and
I went over to look through the peep hole. It was our audience from the other room. I turned to you, and you smiled.