Oral the Way to London

I couldn't wait, I wanted to go to Amsterdam more than anywhere else in Europe.  This was my first visit to the city which I imaged was full of enlightened thinkers and freedom from the stodgy American war on drugs and the cloistered view of prostitution. I couldn't wait to experience it for myself. I was practically vibrating with impatience to be on the coach to London. Miguel said coolly, in no hurry to be off, "Belle, if we get to the station before the bus, we will still be waiting." He was so frustrating sometimes!

Finally we were on the way to London. The bus was so slow, the landscape through the window was painfully dull on this dreary, gray February day and I couldn't sleep. I was like a caged panther. I wanted to be there, the tight quarters were making me fussy and fidgety. Miguel sat next to me, his long legs stretched into the aisle, reading his textbook as placid as a frozen lake. I pressed my breasts against him and beamed my brightest smile at him, "We are gonna be on the train in 5 more hours. One night in Paris then tomorrow we will be in Amsterdam!!! I can't wait!" 

"Querida, I am happy also, but you are like a bean in a box, relax." 
"I can't I'm too excited."

He leaned over me where I sat in the window seat, and covered my lips with his, "Minha Belle, I will make you relax." He slid his fingers under my jumper and grabbed my breast, cupping my soft flesh over my bra, then kissing me, he pinched my puffy nipple through the lace fabric, harder I could have expected. 
I gasped, shocked at his audacity and tried moving back away from him, but there was nowhere to retreat in the tight confinement of the window seat. I hissed, "Miguel! Stop, others can see!" 

He chortled, kissing me harder whispering in my ear, "Belle, I want to have you here on this coach with all these people watching."

I giggled and tried to wriggle out of his grasp, "You wouldn't!"

He smiled and purred to me, "Oh, yes I will, my Belle. I will do what I want, and you will like it." He pressed his lips to mine and nuzzled my neck, snaking his fingers into my bra, around my breast and gripped my puffy nipple tightly, stroking it until it was elongated and hard. I moaned softly in pleasure. He continued to toy with my nipple under my sweater. Leaning close to me, nuzzling me, licking my neck and ears, purring sweet romantic words in my ear until I was writhing. "I can make you cum with just my fingers on your breast. I love how you respond to me my dear girl."

I gasped, biting my lip to keep from moaning out loud. His fingers tweaking my nipple hard, twisting and tugging the sensitive flesh painfully making me wince and shudder, feeling embarrassed, but very aroused and hoping for more.  
"I won't make you cum, that would not be fair to the other passengers." He moved his fingers from my bra, I was disappointed and frustrated. He watched my face, he saw me becoming fractious and annoyed. I felt like I was going to explode in a fury of sexual wrath. He felt me becoming angry and tight. Kissing my nose gently he teased, "Poor girl, so horny, but so shy, you said 'no', you told me to stop. Did you not? No, means no, right querida?" 
I glared at him. He smiled down at me serenely, slid his navy blue woolen jacket over my lap as if to tuck me in for sleep and put his hand on my thigh under the jacket and patted my leg gently as if to soothe me. I sat in a red fury, frustrated and angry at him for teasing me this way. He smiled at me and kissed my forehead gently. I put my head on the cold window to try to sleep. As I sat there, the fury rose in me like a wave coming into shore, until i was in a blazing fury. I sat motionless, swearing at him in my head. You fucking asshole! Where do you get off making me all  frustrated then dropping me like I'm Hot... FUCK YOU! What do you think I am, your fucking puppy?!? Making me dance for you like a puppet on strings. FUCK YOU! 
As I sat there seething I felt his fingers slowly trailed down lower on my leg to my knee, to the hem of my skirt. He lifted the hem of my skirt slightly and tucked his hand under the hem. I pushed his fingers away forcefully. I was pissed! I opened my eyes, and looked at him, my eyes wide and shook my head, "No". He smiled the sweetest, most disarming smile at me, and nodded playfully, "Yes" at me. The voice in my head yelled. No, I'm angry at you. He continued to smile boyishly at me, his fingers toying with the hem of my skirt. I felt my resolve slip away. Damn the man! I can't stay angry when he is playful like this. His fingers slid under my woolen tweed skirt up over my cream colored, cable knit tights to the wet cleft. He left his finger there, a warm, un-moving pressure against my clit. He stayed there, letting me relax and waited for my temper to dissolve. When I parted my legs ever so slightly, he leaned into my ear and moved my hair away with his other hand. "That's a good girl. I'm always going to have what is mine, no matter what you want." He was so frustrating!

I glared at him, and closed my thighs around his finger, but with his other hand he put his thumb into the muscle above my knee and gripped tightly, making me open my legs involuntarily as he activated a pressure point. He pressed his finger into my pussy through my tights and stroked back and forth very gently. I relented, relaxing, parting my thighs for him even wider. He kissed my lips and smiled warmly at me. Pressing his lips to my ear through my hair he breathed, "That is my good girl. You know this is what you want, you want me to pleasure you on this bus, with all these other people here, not knowing what they are missing. I have your hot sex to distract me from the journey, they have nothing."

His words left me pliant and somewhat giddy, my fury waning completely. He moved his hand up and tugged down my tights from around my hips, and whispered to me "Lift up for a moment, Belle, I do not want to ruin your pretty clothing." I rose my hips up against his hand and with his other hand he reached around me and tugged the elastic of my tights and panties under my buttocks freeing my moist cleft to his hand. With my tights around my thighs, I felt confined. But seeing him grin as if he were a lottery winner relaxed me as he pressed his finger tenderly against my warm button. 

Very slowly he worked me, his finger gliding over my closed entrance back and forth, meditatively. With each circuit he outlined my nub, never touching it. He purred softly in my ear. "Sweet, Belle, relax, just enjoy the journey with me." I closed my eyes and felt every motion of his finger on me as if it were designed to make me calm and wait, as each stroke made me more and more aroused. I was so wet now, I was sure I was going to leave a hot puddle on my seat. When I was very relaxed and it appeared I was sleeping he thrust two fingers deep into me. I bolted to attention and opened my eyes with a squeal. 

"Mmmmm Belle, you make me so hard when you react like that." He thrust his fingers deeper into me, pumping them now, making me writhe. My world lost focus of everything except his fingers in me, and the sensations I was feeling. I heard the embarrassing sloppy wet squish of each thrust of his fingers and I started to moan softly. "Be very quiet Belle, or the rest of the coach will be so jealous of you." 

I felt myself blush hotly, with his words and I bit my lip hard, pinching my eyes closed, careful not to move so I looked as if I were sleeping to any other passengers. He kept thrusting his fingers wetly in and out of me, I started to feel myself contract around his fingers, I was aching to cum, but was afraid of being heard or even worse seen. He leaned his head against my chest and looked up at me, his fingers deep in my pussy, rocking up and back until i thought I was going to shatter into a million glistening shards. When I opened my eyes his were bright and on mine. He nodded and mouthed one word, "Cum." 

I couldn't stop myself any longer. His fingers kept moving in me, making me writhe, hot spikes went through me, I couldn't stop it. I needed release. Humiliated I closed my eyes, put my wrist in my mouth and convulsed silently around his fingers, gasping softly, and gripping his shirt with my other hand.  

He pulled his hand from under my skirt and out from his jacket on my lap. He placed his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean. "Meu deus, Belle, your honey tastes delicious."

I looked at him, shocked, my eyes wide and round and he only laughed at my reaction. "Do not play at the being the prude, querida, you just came on a coach with all these people who could hear you." He carefully arranged the jacket over his lap and placed my hand on his lap. I looked at him, appalled, and he nodded sagely. He whispered into my ear "Belle, what is good sauce for the chicken, is also good for the cock." His primitive and punny translation of that phrase made me giggle. "Do not laugh, it is true. You made me this way, it hurts for you to leave me to suffer with blued balls." 

In the guise of getting more comfortable we switched places. I pulled up my tights and knickers as I shimmied under him to the outer seat. When he got comfortable in the window seat. He leaned back and opened his fly, arranging his woolen pea coat around his hips he pulled me down to rest my head in his lap. He pulled my long woolen coat around my shoulders and arranged the skirt of it over my hips but kept the oversized fur lined hood up over my head, shielding the view of his lap. 

I gripped his rigid cock in my grip and stroked him firmly, milking droplets of precum up over the tip. I licked them off, then stopped my massage, resting my head on his thighs and I looked up at him coyly and breathed "I am going to sleep now. You don't want to make a mess here on the bus."    

He reached into my hood, gripping my hair and neck in both his hands and growled, "The fuck I don't." Miguel almost never swore in English. I grinned up at him batting my eyes prettily and watched his eyes. He watched as I lifted off his lap very, very slowly opened my mouth wide, and sucked his entire length into my mouth. As I held him not moving, with his cock lodged deeply in my throat, his mouth formed a round O as he gawked at the sight of me deep-throating him on a public coach. I slid my mouth up gradually and watched him lose his usually rock solid control. His eyes rolled back and he started to pant in ragged breaths. Then he looked back down at me again. I watched him grimace as his cock throbbed in my mouth. And again, he looked away.

I kept my eyes up so he could see me. So I could watch what I was doing to his control, so i could feel this power. So I could see my revenge. With one hand massaging his sack, I slid slowly, sleepily up and down his turgid rod. Feeling it stiffen and throb, as soon as I felt like he was going to cum, i looked up at him watching the suffering on his face, as held perfectly still, wrapping two fingers around the base of his cock like a cock ring to still him. He didn't say a single word, the only sound he made was his breath, blowing through his nose like an anxious colt. When I cinched his cock at the base with my fingers he clutched his fingers tighter into my hair under the hood of my coat, gently pushing me down. 

When my jaw was starting to become sore, i kept going. I wanted to punish him for making me so angry, for turning me into such a slut on the bus, for making me into his puppet. I urged the cum up with my lips and fingers. Taking him deep in my throat and massaging his balls with the tip of my tongue. Then massaging his shaft in pulses as i moved in long slow strokes, then working faster and faster. When he was ready to cum, I felt him gripping with his hands, his cock throbbing in my throat i looked up at him and slid off entirely, exposing the purple head of his cock to the cold air.

He glared at me, gripping my hair and pushed me down. I grinned up at him and saw, I had achieved what I wanted. He had lost his calm self discipline. I made him frustrated, needy and ready as he had done to me. I gripped his balls in my hand firmly and stroked him with my lips fast and firmly. I felt his legs under me go tight and I felt my reward slush into my throat. He let out an audible groan and sprayed my throat with his seed in hot pulses. Pressing his clenched hands firmly on the back of my head he thrust up again and again into my throat, I felt myself gagging on the stream of cum and his intruding cock. I swallowed as quickly as I could, gulping the torrent of cum as quickly as I could but some dribbled over my chin onto his balls. My eyes were streaming, I pressed my hands hard against his thighs, I needed air. I looked up at him imploring, he pulled me back by my cheeks seeing I needed a moment. I sucked in gulpfuls of air through my sore throat. He grinned at me rakishly. He pulled me up to his chest wiping my face with a serviette. 
He smirked weakly at me, "You are amazing, Belle, but you need to be punished. That was very cruel, making me wait like that, and then making me lose control and nearly embarrassing myself."

I grinned at him, my makeup running but I was happy and calm. I snuggled against him and slept until we arrived in London. 

Cuming experiments

"Do you know this person, Harold Houdini?"

"Not personally, I'm pretty sure he's dead,"

"You think you are funny with the smart mouth. He knew about controlling his body with his mind, I am going to control your body with my mind, I'm going to be your magician."

I crawled on top of him and kissed him, "You already are."

Smiling at me nearsightedly, he held me tightly as he rolled over dropping me to the bed. "Let us experiment."

I was dubious, "Sounds like science, and it's Sunday, no science on Sunday, I'm sure that's a church rule." 

"You, with the smart mouth, behave. Listen to me, and do what I say. It will be fun querida."

I rolled my eyes at him but agreed.

He asked me to lay on the bed, on my back, which I did. He looked down at me for a moment then ran to the bathroom and got a large bath towel. Taking his time he folded it twice and arranged it under my hips and buttox.  I submitted to this, smiling up at him as he fussed in his precise way. 

He sat on the bed next to me and slid his fingertips over my skin. Purring sweet words at me as he did this, as if currying a horse.  He moved his fingers smoothly over my breasts and belly and thighs in long slow effleurages.  I started to purr and feel myself becoming attuned to his touches.  "That's right cara, feel me make you warm, feel me making you want me, and want to love me. You need to remember how it feels to be loved by me, feel how warm you become, feel how wet you are." He moved his gentle massage between my legs and up my thighs."see how you want me to touch your honey box? You need to be touched. You want me to make you cum, minha doce menina." 

"Yes, please Miguel make me cum, please."

"Yes, my impatient girl, you need to know what it feels like first. Feel how it feels when I put my fingers inside you. You feel that? You feel how needy you are? Don't cum, you will wait, but I want you to feel everything, feel how wet you are, feel how my fingers touch your sweet box. Feel how only my fingers can make you want this." 

He curls his fingers up so he's rubbing my g-spot and I arch up toward his fingers. He stills his hand for a moment and purrs in his sweet accent, "Belle, this is my honey box, my fingers make you want to cum, my voice, my touches. My cock. You are my sweet girl." 

"Yes I'm yours Miguel, yours entirely." I convulse as he starts to stoke inside of me again, his third and fourth finger stroking my inner nub while his first finger and thumb tug on my clit. I grip his wrist. Holding it as a lifeline.

"Feel how wet I make you, feel how good it feels? Feel that pressure, feel your need, feel that desire to cum."

He pushes his fingers more forcefully into my hole, pressing in and out harder and faster now. My breath becomes ragged, I'm tense and holding back. Listening for his words.

 "Meu deus, you are beautiful. That's right, you feel ready now, so wet and ready to cum. Feel the wetness leak from you, feel how slick your box is, so hot and wet. You want to squirt the nectar onto me, that's right, you want to cum. Hold onto that for a moment longer. Feel it build, let it grow in you." 

I start to writhe, my vision turns red, I squeeze my eyes closed. I'm gasping sobbing, I feel like I'm being torn apart, I am so eager to do as he asks, the feeling is intense. I want it to go on forever, but I'm needing to cum, I feel the intensity of his words, I won't cum until he says it's time. It must be near, I see a white glowing ribbon of lust before my eyes, I start to make sobbing whimpers. He fucks his hand in me faster harder now, bringing me to an insane painful need.

"That's right, querida, tell me you want to cum, tell me you need me to let you cum. Tell me who my horny girl is." 

I scream "Miguel, please I'm your horny girl, I am your horny girl! Please let me cum, oh my god please please!!!"

"Good horny girl, remember how it feels to be my horny girl."

I'm panting, writhing in excruciating need. My hand wrapped clawlike around his wrist, not knowing if I want him to stop or go harder. I beg "please Miguel, please let me cum, I can't cum without you please!!"

"That's right horny girl, you can't cum without me. Cum for me, my horny girl, when you hear me say horny girl, you are going to squirt your nectar." Then in a business like firm voice he commands " Cum now horny girl!"

And I unravel. My entire body is lost in spasm after spasm of my own lust. I feel myself wetting the bed, with each contraction of my orgasm. I feel every convulsion, every nuance, the gripping of my inner walls, the pressure of my soft canal on his fingers, the way my hips arch up toward his fingers, and  the pulsing warm spray of my lust. As I feel this I have no control over it. My body takes over it's primal animal impulses as his fingers continue to pump in and out of me, stoking my g-spot with each thrust of his hand. All the while he coos softly in my ear "my horny girl, my sweet horny girl" over and over like a mantra while my entire world unravels and breaks into shards around me.  

When I am fully sated and the quaking aftershocks still. He quiets and removes his hand from me with a  grotesque slurping sound. He leans into me and grips my face with both hands, moving the hair from my temples with his thumbs. He tells me to open my eyes and look at him. He leans in to kiss my sweaty forehead  "Belle, don't forget that feeling, you are my horny girl." As he says those words, my body betrays me and starts to quiver again with an aftershock that leaves me panting and writhing, pressing my thighs together as his hands hold my head.  

He laughs softy pulling me close. "Belle, querida, you are mine, I'm  your magician, you belong only to me."

Miguel and René- Three's not always a crowd.

I didn't want to go to the pub with Miguel. It was about 2 weeks after Easter break and I wanted to write some letters to my parents to soften the hard feelings about going to Miguel's family's  home for the holiday rather than to New York and tell them about my holiday.

"But it's Portugal in the finals" he crooned, coming close to stand between my legs where I sat at the dining table with my sketchbook and journal out. I was flipping through postcards and printed photos of Miguel's family and estate that I wanted to include in my letters. "Querida, you can bring your notes to the pub and write there. I need for you to come with me,  If you are not there, who will I kiss when we win?" I looked up at him rolling my eyes. "He put his lips to mine as his fingers slid down my head to my neck where his fingers curled into my hair. You just come, that's all there is to it."

So I sat with Miguel at the bar perched on a stool, my note papers and sketchbook still in my rucksack. This bar was frequented mostly by the European international students at the University of Glasgow. I had been here with Miguel a number of times, there was a mix of people here tonight, many Portuguese to watch the game, some Spanish, some Italian, a few French, Germans, Dutch and Danes rounded out the crowd to see Portugal beat our Scottish hosts, but for the most part English was not spoken here. The Scotland team supporters would be at another pub. Portugal was winning the match so the spirits were high. Miguel stood behind my chair, he talked and cheered with his mates, always touching my shoulder, my hair. When his team was with the ball, he put his lips to the top of my head and held his breath. When Portugal scored he leaned my head back to kiss me passionately.

As much as I liked his attentions, I was becoming bored with the game and had no idea or interest what he was saying to his friends in Portuguese. I wanted to leave but knew there was no chance of Miguel letting me walk home alone at night. I told Miguel I was going to sit in the back of the pub where small tables were randomly scattered to work on my letters.  When I slid off the stool, he climbed up in my place. He arranged me between his knees turning me to face him and looked into my eyes. His hands drifted to the back of my neck and he leaned forward. He kissed me hard and passionately on the lips. His lips opened to mine and i felt his tongue teasing into my mouth. I could taste the beer on his breath. His kiss made my heart skip a beat. I moved in closer toward him and nuzzled closer. He smiled down at me, grabbing my ass "Thank you for coming with me, go sit, I will join you shortly, be a good girl, don't talk to strangers" He teased as he dismissed me.

Still grinning, I found an empty table and waved to him across the bar. He lifted his glass in a mock toast to me, and finished his beer in one long gulp. I watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed. I grinned at him, even his drinking was sexy I mused to myself. When I came back to myself I realized there was a man standing over me.  He was very handsome in that Northern European way, tall with dark blonde hair that flopped forward into his face, and the bluest, blue eyes that seemed to look directly through me. I gasped, not expecting to see anyone, "you mind if I sit in this chair?" he asked in English. I looked at him struck mute for a moment. I stuttered, "well....uh, uh, oh, um ... my .... uh...." He asked again in what I thought was German, I answered in English "my boyfriend is over there" I pointed toward the bar where Miguel was downing another beer.

The bar lass came for our drink orders and without asking me, the man ordered 2 beers.  "You don't mind right, you are thirsty." he gestured toward my empty beer. I laughed at his observation,  he stared at me. He was about my age wearing a red jersey shirt and jeans. "Why is your man over there?"
"Watching the game."
"I was watching a game too."
I looked at him, I had assumed he was supporting Portugal because of his red jersey and said dully "Congrats, your team will win."
"Not that game, i am not interested in this game." He smiled rakishly and gestured toward the bar and the televisions all playing the final moments of the Portugal vs. Scotland football match.
"Then what game?" I asked somewhat entertained.
He quirked his lip at me in a half smile "You with your man over there."
I looked at him, embarrassed, and pissed off, but decided not to say anything. I leaned down to get my notebook out of my rucksack, when I looked up he was staring at me again. His hair had fallen in front of his blue eyes, in that way that made it seem he was looking through me into my soul.
I decided to ignore him, he was too handsome to be this odd.
"I'm Rene."
"Belle."
"Belle, beautiful name for a beautiful girl... I was watching you because when you kissed him, you looked so satisfied"
I tilted my head to the side and looked at Miguel, "I guess cus I am" I said dismissively.
"I know him, your man there, Miguel"
Now this was interesting, "Oh really?"
The crowd at the bar erupted into whistles and cheers. Miguel was toasting his friends at the bar all singing what I assumed was the Portuguese national anthem.
I sat staring at Rene, confused and surprised by his audacity.
I watched as Miguel sauntered toward me, I beamed thankfully, at him "congratulations Miguel, i'm so happy for your win." Miguel stared down at the Man seated across from me,  and possessively took my shoulder, smiling down at me "René, I see you met my, Belle"
"Yes as lovely as you bragged her to be,"
"It's not bragging if it's true, right Rene?" Miguel patted Rene on the shoulder amiably and sunk into the chair between us.  Our drinks arrived and Miguel added another round. Miguel was very cheerful due in parts to the drink and his team's win.

"Belle, I caught my Danish friend here looking at you many times, he said he likes to watch us together because he fantasizes about having a girl like you"
I looked at Rene and punched Miguel playfully laughing, "I apologize for my drunken boyfriend."
Rene answered me sincerely "But it is true, to have a girl like you, who has so much love and admiration for her man, yet has a smart mind and a submissive nature, this is what fantasies are made from."
I stared at Rene, gobsmacked then my gaze shifted to Miguel who nodded affirmation to his friend and smiled at me.
Miguel slid closer to me and touched my cheek, then leaned in and kissed my lips fervently.  Leaning into my ear he crooned, "Belle, querida, he likes to watch how I love you." As Miguel said this he ran his fingers over my thigh and up my belly to rest one hand very lightly on my breast. "It makes him happy to see me touch you like this." his fingers clamped around my nipple over my shirt and bra right there in the pub. He looked at his friend and smiled. Miguel was drunk.
His fingers on me in public to tease this new comer was arousing, the beer was going to my head. The bar maid came with out next round and the men called out "SHOTS!!! 2 Jaegermeister! 4 Vodka!"

"You are drunk Miguel!" I scolded. 

"No I'm not, I'm happy." He said drunkenly.

I shrugged, yes he was happy and drunk, but stating the obvious would just piss him off. 

Miguel slid his fingers up and down my arms as they rested on the table, skimming lightly, then lifted my hands to his mouth and kissed the back of each of my hands gently and chivalrously, placing my hands back on the table.  I looked up to see Rene watching. I was embarrassed and tried to shrug Miguel off, but Rene saw this. "Belle, dear, it gives me much pleasure to meet you here, with Miguel and see how he touches you, don't be shy with me here, just pretend you are alone." 

Miguel grinned lewdly at me as if he won some argument and pulled me closer and gathered me onto his lap with his arms around my hips, he nuzzled into my cleavage.  The drinks came and the men decided it would be fun to play a game, "Tell a Secret" the best secret wins and the others need to drink.
Ladies first, trying to see what reaction I would get from Miguel I said, "I want to see René naked." Miguel tightened his grip around my hips and grinned up at me. Rene went next "I want to see Belle naked." Miguel went last, "I want to make love to my Belle here in this bar." He crooned into my hair, as he thrust his semi-hardness into my back.

Miguel wins, Rene and I take our shots, I have the Jaegermeister, Rene vodka. 

Rene goes first this time "I want to watch Miguel make love to Belle." 

Miguel next, "I want to make love to Belle while Rene watches."

I go mute and stare at them. I'm a little tipsy now, horny as hell and wriggle my bottom into Miguel's lap. I cannot believe what my lover just said. "I lose."

The men both look at me and debate if I can just duck out according to the rules and decide that I must take a shot for being a loser but I must say something anyway. I down the second Jaegermeister feeling it burn down my throat, I cough and shudder as I feel the heat of it settle in my gut. Miguel rubs me helpfully on the back, but, i look down at Him glassy eyed.  I'm solidly drunk now and whisper in Miguel's ear, "Do you really want to?" He looks at me with both eyes locked on me and nods slowly. 

"I want to have sex with Rene and Miguel!" I announce. 

Both men stammer for a moment then laugh "Belle wins!!" Both tip back the final vodkas. Miguel stands dumping me back to my feet, and presses his hips lewdly into my side so I can feel his full erection. He turns me and kisses my lips hard. I'm afraid Miguel is going to combust from the mix of alcohol fumes and his desire. Rene is shifting awkwardly. Come on, we are leaving. The three of  us walk out into the damp night drunkenly bouncing off each other laughing on our way toward our apartment.

On the way Miguel pulls me into a doorway kissing me hard, pulling me toward him and pressing his crotch against me, "Belle, querida, do you want to? Really?" I look at him deeply in the eyes to see if he wants to,  he pulls me close again kissing me searchingly. 

"Do you?" I ask breathlessly.

"Yes, very much, cara, but if you don't want, I will not allow it." I laugh softly at him and cup his crotch with my hand over his pants, feeling his semi hard cock. "Allow it." 

I skip up ahead to where Rene is standing under an awning and link arms with him. I bounce up against him, teasing him i slur, "We're gonna fuck tonight, wanna join?" Rene looks down at me, a slow smile crossing his lips and looks toward Miguel who curls his hand around my hip and grins at his friend. The night started to take on the excited nervous thrill of standing in line for a roller coaster you have never ridden.  I was only slightly afraid, but very excited. Miguel would never let anything happen to me, he will take care of me. 

We exploded into our flat like a bunch of ping ping balls, bouncing off door frames and each other laughing. Miguel goes to the fridge and pops the tops off 3 beers setting them on the table. Miguel and Rene take theirs but I'm afraid I'll be sick if I have another drink.  I excuse myself to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. Sitting on the toilet i look at the wall, trying to focus. Telling myself, "it will be ok, Miguel isn't going to let anyone fuck me, who am i kidding? But fuck, I really want to fuck Rene, he is hot. When I return the men are sitting in the living room, Miguel on the sofa, Rene in the side chair, drinking beers watching me. Miguel calls for me, "Belle, meu amor, sit here with me." he pats his lap.
I climb onto his lap, facing him and away from Rene. I am blushing hotly, embarrassed and look down at Miguel. I will put on a show for Rene, but fuck him... i don't think so.... 

Miguel senses my tension and my plan and looks up at me. "Belle, my sweet girl, you are so pretty, let our friend see how pretty you look. It's only being a nice hostess."
I toss my hair over my shoulder and look at Rene, blushing, Rene smiles at me and holds his bottle as if in toast. I look down at Miguel again, I'm too embarrassed, I hide behind my hair, straddling Miguel's lap with my knees. Miguel holds my back and slips his hands under my t-shirt and unfastens my bra. I stare at Miguel, my eyes wide and he grins up at me. His fingers move around my sides and slip under my bra, and he holds my breasts in his 2 hands, cupping underneath both. I stare at Him, my eyes locked on his. Forgetting Rene is there I do what is natural when I am with Miguel, I arch back and offer myself to Him.
Miguel gasps cooing sweetnesses at me in Portuguese. His eyes never leaving mine, he pulls my shirt off over my head and drops my bra to the floor. I hear Rene gasp and I am thrust into the moment again. Trying to clear myself of the Jaegermeister haze I look at Miguel afraid and embarrassed and a little angry. "Belle, relax querida, he is just watching, let him, he wont touch you unless you want. He thinks you are beautiful. He is right, don't be afraid, he wont hurt you. I wont let anything happen to you, meu amor. You are mine, safe.
His words tame me, I am back with him. He reaches up and pulls the clip from my hair, letting my hair fall. Using his fingers he combs my hair to either side of my face,  pulling me gently down to kiss me, my hair curtains my view of the room, Miguel is my only focus.  He leans me back, being sure to arrange my face so my head is down and my hair keeps my field of view only to him, he pulls down my zipper and asks me to stand in front of him. I slide off of him and do ask asked, looking only at him, not taking notice of  Rene on the chair. Miguel pulls down my jeans so I am left in only my panties. Miguel, takes down his zipper and frees his manhood from his pants. Miguel whispers softly at me "please Belle, take me into your mouth, my sweet love." I sink to my knees, and Miguel tosses a pillow down to me. I put it under my knees, admiring his hard cock curving into his belly, i look at him directly in the eyes as I open my mouth and sink slowly down onto Him. I see that Miguel is looking at Rene for a moment, but I am no longer embarrassed, I want to show off. I open my eyes ,watching Miguel and take his cock as deeply into my throat as I have ever taken him. I stay down for as long as I can, feeling my throat becoming raw, and my eyes water, I slide up gasping for breath, then take my descent again. My fingers curled around His shaft, I hear Rene shift behind me, but don't look at Him. I just concentrate on my man, on making him happy. I feel Miguel throbbing but he remains in control. the precum oozes down his cock in clear thick droplets which I lick up. bobbing my head back and forth over him. My tongue caressing his tip with tiny circles which become wider and wider the lower I go, until I am holding one of his balls in my mouth. Miguel is panting. I put him back into my mouth and move up and down on his shaft bobbing in slow effleurages.  I am unaware of his hands in my hair pulling me forcefully up. He is urging me to stop, losing control of his English. "Merda, Belle get up! Eu não quero gozar na sua boca!" I look at him, confused, but then I realize what he is saying, he doesn't want to cum in my mouth.
I turn to face Rene, who is massaging his own cock. "Belle you should give our guest the same pleasure you gave to me." Miguel teases. I smile at Miguel and crawl to Rene. His cock although shorter than Miguel's is thicker and oozing precum. I curl my hand over Rene's and slide back and forth, following the same motion as He was. Long slow strokes. Rene removes his hand and sets them gently on the crown of my head. Not pushing me just holding the top of my hair. He looks at Miguel and smiles "cheers, Mate."
I look up at Miguel and he smiles at me, "It's ok Belle, I love you, you can give him pleasure, but you are still mine. Always only mine." Miguel sits with his hand cupped around his cock, not masturbating just holding himself watching me.
I take Rene's cock into my mouth, sliding my lips down over his oozing drooling cock. Rene tastes different than Miguel. Less sweet, more bitter but I slide my lips up and down over His thicker cock. Gulping his shaft, deeply into my throat, I gag, grunting on the intrusion in my throat. My eyes dark and wet I look up at him.  Then lift up, my lips circling the thick shaft, gulping him down. Then I slide up, letting my cheeks hollow around his shaft, cooing and gurgling on his now throbbing rod. I know he is close, I look at Miguel for permission to let this stranger cum. Miguel sees me, and nods at me smiling. With my fingers gripped tightly around Rene's cock I urge the cum up from his balls until he is arching and gripping my head down onto his cock. I grunt and close my lips tightly around his shaft as the first load hits the back of my throat. I arch back, gasping as his second load hits my lips and drips down my chin. I open my mouth for the next blast of ropy thick oozing cum which sprays across my lips and tongue. With my fingers gripped tightly around his shaft, I stroke the last oozing pulses over my hand.

I look at Miguel, who is now stroking His cock. He tosses his T-shirt at me, and gestures for me to wipe up with it. I look up at  Rene, who is gasping but smiling down at me, then across at his friend. I wipe my hands and face and Miguel opens his arms for me. I walk over to Miguel and stand for a moment in front of him. He parts his legs, pulling  me down onto him, cooing in my ears, "sweet Belle, you are such a good girl, thank you for doing that, it is so lovely to watch you, you are so beautiful, you are my darling girl, my love, what a good girl. Come to me now." He pulls me down, so I'm straddling his lap and purrs at me in my ear. "Belle, I am so ready, I have never seen anything more beautiful and arousing in my entire life" He pulled me close and kissed me firmly. His breath tasted of alcohol, and I wanted more of him. He looked at me pulling back from me, "Belle, my love,  you taste of Him, it's disgusting, but i'm so needy now. You must take me into you and fuck me."
I lowered the rest of the way onto him, feeling him fill me I stared directly at him, my eyes on the level with his now. Wanting to kiss him but not wanting to "disgust" him leaned forward and bit his chest, sucking his flesh into my lips as he filled me, leaving a bite on his chest. He pulled my head up to his with my hair, and looked darkly into my eyes. He grunted softly as I bottomed out on his shaft tight in my soft damp folds, curling his fingers into the hair on my neck with his thumbs on my neck he held me still watching me, making short rocking thrusts with his hips inside of me. Then all of a sudden he pulled my lips to his and kissed me hard. Sucking on my tongue and lips and thrust hard upward. I matched his strokes and bounced hard on his cock. Moving my hips so that he was nearly out of me with each stroke. I was in a frenzy, his hands on my neck holding my head to his, my pussy entirely full and the taste of Miguel's breath on my lips and the other man's cum in my mouth made me crazy in my drunken state. I felt as if I was outside of my own body, watching myself from Rene's seat on the chair but feeling every nuance within me. I started to unravel, feeling the lust and depravity fueling me I bounced hard on Miguel's cock. Urging him to cum in me. To have Rene watch what he wanted to see. To give Rene the show of his lifetime. Miguel spoke as if into my own head "that's right Belle, show Rene how you cum, querida. Give me all of you."
I arched back so my breasts were high, Miguel holding tightly onto my back I screamed, panting with ragged breaths. I arched back up and looked down at Miguel, who was only barely holding onto his own lust. When our eyes locked, He gripped the flesh of my buttox hard and grunted, sharp exhales of desire as each pulse of his lust filled me. Screaming I wrapped myself around him like a python constricting with each pulse as my own orgasm took me spiraling into him. My world focused only on Him again. I woke, dizzy, cold slumped on His chest, with his arms locked around me. His lips on my skin as he cooed sweetnesses at me in Portuguese. Still naked and still wrapped around him, he stood up and carried me to bed as I looked back to see Rene smiling as he got up to let himself out.