Chapter 51: The Billionaire’s Bedroom

DAVE

Dinner was a five-course extravaganza. Two highly attentive servers kept us happy and fed with a luscious meal, delivered in nouveau cuisine style. That meant that we were not over fed and that portion sizes were carefully planned to keep us all healthy and ready for a lot of exercise.

During the meal, Paul explained that he and Margo had redesigned their ‘living suite’ in the house so that it was more private. Only two of the staff were allowed in that area, but he and Margo could take guests in as they wanted. The area, about the size of my house, was ‘off-the-grid’ as Paul put it.

Margo emphasized, “No one will ever know what went on in that space. We may be having a secret business conference, as we’ve done in the past, or we may be having ... wild sex. I’m kind of hoping for the latter.” She gave me a lecherous grin and I laughed.

I said, “Sounds good to me. I look forward to seeing this private space.”

Mel agreed, and also thanked Paul for thinking of us as such close friends.

As dinner ended, Paul asked us what liqueurs we would like. I chose B&B, Mel and Margo wanted some Grand Marnier. Paul informed one of the severs what he wanted to have happen, and we got up from the table.

Paul led us to his private elevator and we went up one floor to the new private residence. Just inside the door, was a lavish and well decorated living room. There were several seating areas, and a trio of large sofas were arranged in a ‘U’ facing a faux fireplace. The fireplace was flickering, yet there was no heat to compete with the air conditioning.

A minute later, as Margo was talking about some of the art in the room, there was a knock on the door. Paul answered, and brought a push cart into the room with our liqueurs on it along with some glasses.

Paul poured two glasses of the Grand Marnier for the women. I took one and turned to Margo. She reached out or the glass but I shook my head. I sipped her glass and then used my free hand to pull her in for a kiss. She was compliant.

As we kissed, I wormed my tongue into her mouth and then squirted the rich-tasting cognac into her mouth from mine. Margo swooned and made sounds of approval as our kiss continued. I felt her knees weaken, too, and held her closer.

We separated and she said, “Again, please.”

I delivered another liquid kiss to her. Paul and Mel were both watching with great interest. Margo’s moans were longer and louder this time, and very approving.

Margo eventually said, “That is the sexiest kiss that I’ve ever had. Sorry, Paul, but this man understands the way into my panties – if I was wearing any. He just made me gush girl juice ‘down there’, if you know what I mean. Wow!”

Mel took Paul’s glass from his hand. I didn’t think he’d even had one sip yet. Mel delivered her own liquid kiss to Paul with the B&B. This time it was Paul that made the noises of approval and lust.

As the liquid kiss ended, he looked at me and then got into a more passionate kiss with Mel without the liqueur. She ground against his leg and used one hand to rub the front of his slacks.

Margo whispered, “Let’s sit down.” We took one of the sofas, and she decided that my lap was the best seat in the house. We started making out, and I put concentrated effort into each of her erogenous zone above the waist, holding off breast play at that point.

Margo had started the evening turned on. I rapidly had her shifting into a higher gear, especially with my toying with her ears and neck with kisses and licks. She started to pant slightly. I could also smell her female arousal. I guess I had made her wet between the legs.

Margo was wearing a nice blouse, and I slowly undid the buttons slowly, one by one, kissing the newly revealed skin areas as they became available. I tugged the material from the waist of her skirt and then pushed the blouse off her shoulders.

Across from us on the facing sofa, Mel had just revealed her breasts to Paul. He was leaning over to take the areolas and nipples into his mouth. He looked like a happy camper.

I traced fingers over the edges of the bra that Margo wore, and then used my tongue to retrace the same geography. She was panting. I toyed with her nipples though the material of the bra, knowing that she’d want direct contact.

When I finally moved to the snaps behind her, I thought I heard a sigh of relief that I was getting to the right places – finally. Blouse and bra were tossed into a corner of the sofa.

My hands and tongue went right to where she wanted me – her peaks and nipples. I licked and sucked, resulting in more moans and writhing to push things deeper into my mouth. I had her right where she wanted me.

I must have been weaned too young, because all my life I have loved breasts. I like to see them, fondle them, grope them, heft them, and suck them – especially the nipple. I love the feel of an erect nipple in the palm of my hand or in my mouth. Margo got a dose of my kink and confessed to me that she had a direct link between her nipples and her clitoris.

I took advantage of her weakness and brought her to the edge of orgasm only with breast play.

Finally, she could take no more. She used both hands and pulled her dark skirt up to her waist, thereby exposing her pussy. She was indeed commando and odiferous.

I checked on Paul and Mel before I took on the ‘final frontier’ with Margo. Mel was lying back on the sofa, naked and fully exposed as Paul started to saw three fingers in and out of her wet cunt. Good enough for me.

Instead of playing with Margo’s pussy, I went for the skirt. I whispered, “I don’t want this in the way.” She understood immediately and scrambled to get to the button and zipper that held the skirt on her body. Soon enough, even while in my lap, she shimmied the skirt down her body and off her legs, kicking it aside.

“Oh, what have we here?” I teased. “Why it looks like a little wet. I’ll just have to play with my new present.

Margo moaned, but I observed in the dim lights left on in the room that my ‘date’ had a full crop of pubic hair, although some attempt at manicuring the landscape had been made, possibly so she could wear a sedate bikini. This really wasn’t a change since the cruise, but I felt compelled to comment on it.

I ran my fingers down her body after circling her breasts and navel. Somehow, they went up and down her legs and missed the pussy completely. Margo moaned in frustration and tried to steer my fingers into her twat.

Margo then complained in a soft voice, “Hey, I’m naked and you have all your clothes on. No fair!”

I slid her off my lap onto the sofa and stood. Thirty seconds later, I was nude with my prong standing out at a right angle to my body. She took hold of me with both hands, and brought me to her mouth. She had all of me inside her maw in thirty seconds, and that meant she had some of my length down her throat.

“Good girl,” I praised her. “You are one skilled lady.”

“I want to be a slut, at least tonight. I’ve practiced recently, even thinking of what you’d be like. I confess that I milked some information from Wendy about your ... physical dimensions. After the cruise, I got a toy that size and Wendy told me how to practice and get past my gag reflex.”

Margo paused and then in a teasing voice, she added, “Besides Wendy can deep throat you ... and her father. I just had to be able to do that. Paul likes my new skill and was blown away by what Wendy could do.”

I resisted saying anything about Wendy or the incest. I didn’t want to get into that landscape with her mother at all, and I wasn’t sure how Margo really thought about that aspect of life – or Paul for that matter. I stood back and marveled at the hot MILF in front of me.

I knelt and moved between her legs. She spread her legs wide and moved her crotch to the edge of her sofa. I took a moment to enjoy the sight of her open pussy with her pink flesh glistening with arousal. I touched her folds with one finger, gently pressing against her spongy flesh. I swear she secreted more fluids just from my touch.

My fingers aroused her clit and I explored the opening to her vagina, slowly pushing only one digit into her slippery interior. I leaned in and gently licked her, touching her clit with my tongue. Her reaction was intense and immediate. She pushed her cunt forward and I put my mouth over her sex and sucked in her fluids, tasting her fluids and inhaling the scent of her arousal. Her perfume and the juices pouring out of her combined into an unforgettable mix for my senses.

I love the taste of Mel’s pussy and mentally compared Margo’s sweet nectar. I started to devour Margo’s juicy cunt with fingers, mouth, tongue, and even my teeth, but gently. Margo moaned and held my head to her nether region. I kissed up and down her thighs between slavering over her cunt. My face caressed her soft skin.

I shouldn’t have been surprised when Margo had an orgasm, but I was. There wasn’t much warning, only a gasp, and the words, ‘Oh, fuck!’ Her legs snapped shut around my head and hand, and the one hand she’d been using to hold my head turned into two, and they were jamming my face into her twat. I guessed that I’d done something good.