2 Girls in University Event
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Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - At a faraway university, where I provided technical support for a multi-day event on the topic of artificial intelligence. The university was four hours away by car, and I went alone because no one else at the company was available. The girl who organized the event had an ugly face, but she had a wonderful body (primarily her tits) and was very lovely. I had never seen a girl more beautiful than her female friend; she was moderator of the event, but she had lovers. Finally, I fucked both.
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I had to travel very far for work. There was an AI conference and lecture at a university in a distant city, and I had to go alone because no one else was available. I got into the company truck and drove off. I drove for four hours and they were already waiting for me. The organiser woman was very pretty and nice, but her face was ugly, with spots and pimples, and her teeth stuck out a lot. But I saw her body first, which was very sexy, with beautiful large natural breasts, and her dress showed quite a lot of it.
She showed me around the venue and pointed out where the presentations and discussions would take place. I tried to plan the technical details, the sound system and the lighting. I usually do this kind of thing for bands, but there I have a crew to help me pack everything. This time, I had to unpack everything at the first venue on my own, but the organiser arranged for two strong guys to help me, so the unpacking went quickly and smoothly. I could tell that the two muscular guys had been friends with the organiser for a long time; they kissed each other on the cheek and joked around with each other.
The evening came very quickly. The female organiser and I sat down in a café to talk, while she took notes on her laptop because she was still busy with the organisation at the last minute. She asked me what else I thought was needed, but the technical part was fine, so I didn’t say anything to her; I thought we were fine. And then she understood:
“Oh, I almost forgot that we need a moderator for the discussions because the invited speakers will be good, but they are coming from larger companies to talk and we need to keep them under control.”
She wrote to someone on her laptop and said she still had a lot of work to do and wouldn’t mind if I helped her. I said I knew about electrical works only, but if I could help, I’d be happy to.
“Oh no, I really need some help because I have to do this 4-day event all by myself. How about we go to my apartment, have dinner, and talk about the rest of the days?”
It was a little strange that she invited me to her apartment, but we were hungry because we had only had coffee since lunch because of all the work, and I thought that if she invited me, I would go. We got in the truck and it took at least half an hour to get to where she lived. It was a small apartment in a housing estate. It had two rooms. The larger room was a living room with a TV and a nice kitchen. The smaller room was a bedroom with a narrow single bed.
We sat down in the kitchen, she took some food out of the refrigerator, got enough for two people, heated it up in the microwave, and we had dinner. We didn’t chat too much during the meal; she was thinking about the event and said she hadn’t arranged a moderator at the café, so she still had to write to her to make sure. If she didn’t agree, she would have to find someone else. She also said that she wanted a very pretty girl to be the moderator, who she was always cheating on her boyfriend, so it’s little risky.
“Do you have a boyfriend or similar?”
“No, I’m not seeing anyone at the moment. It’s hard for me to meet people because my face isn’t too popular right now, and everyone wants a pretty girlfriend, not a pimply huge-teeth witch like me.”
It was an honest answer. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to say that her body was amazing and that anyone who wouldn’t date her because of her pimply face (and big teeth) was pretty stupid.
Then things got a bit calmer, and it probably wasn’t a good idea to ask her if she had a boyfriend, but she told me how jealous she was of the another woman because she could get anyone she wanted because of how beautiful she is. I read the list of people taking part, but I wasn’t interested. I didn’t know any of them, but I had to find something to do. Then her phone rang. It was the girl she had written to about being a moderator at the event. She wanted to make a video call on her laptop, so the organiser put down the phone, invited me into her room, and put her laptop on her lap for the call.
A beautiful woman appeared on the organiser’s laptop, wearing a very sexy off-shoulder dress that showed her natural but big cleavage. The girl had straight blonde hair and a very pretty face, but it was impossible to focus on anything other than her cleavage and her beautiful, natural body. We said hello, I introduced myself, and I didn’t really want to join in the conversation because I didn’t understand anything about the organisation.
At first, they were just chatting like friends, and I listened with interest as the blonde lady who was supposed to be in charge picked up a guy who had been messing around in her bathroom fifteen minutes ago. She didn’t know what to do, but she was already bored and no longer in the mood for sex with him. He is an attractive older man. She usually enjoy having sex with this type of man and liked to ask him about his wife afterwards. It was a little strange that they were talking about such things in front of me, someone they had never seen before, but they quickly moved on to things related to the conference.
“Look up the companies, find out what they do. If they start talking nonsense, don’t let them, because the guests will leave the presentation and it won’t look good.”
They talked about things like this, and it was even more boring for me than when the blonde lady talked about her new lover who was unfaithful.
They spent at least 20 minutes talking about this, and I could see in the organiser’s eyes how jealous she was that her female friend was going to have sex today, while she didn’t remember when she last slept with someone.
Then, out of the blue, the sporty but grey-haired bearded guy behind the blonde lady appeared on the screen, hugged her from behind, kissed her neck, and reached under her dress with his hands to her breasts:
“So, my darling, why don’t we show your friends what we’re doing in the bedroom on video call, so they’ll want to have sex too?”
“Why are you being such a jerk? What business is it of theirs what we’re planning to do?”
The moderator wasn’t really angry. She reached back and pulled her lover’s head to her own neck, while her lover stroked her breasts under her clothes. The girl really enjoyed it because they were kissing at the same time. At last, her clothes fell off her breasts. It was clear that her new partner was touching her nipples, and the girl was kissing the man more and more wildly.
“I’m sorry, but we have to do something in the bedroom. Bye, good night!”
... and although she didn’t switch off her laptop, she just stood up and, holding onto her new lover’s neck, they both vanished from the screen.
But the sound continued. We were shocked when we heard one of them down on the bed. The man shouted, and they breathed more quickly.
“Take off your underwear too. I love you.”
“Aah ... Aah! No! Lick me first! My pussy! Take my clitoris in your mouth and suck it with all your might!”
“Aah, aah, aah, like that! More! More! Good!”
We could hear them breathing heavily and moving around on the bed. The man was moaning as he licked the woman’s pussy, slapping her buttocks and the woman was squealing...
“Good! That’s good! That’s enough! Now come inside me! Far and wild, so I can come!”
“Oh my God! More! Pull out and do it again, but farther and more times in a row! Ah! Ah! Ah!”
... We listened, shocked, as they had sex, but the organiser turned off the call and closed her laptop. She was very embarrassed, almost flustered.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think they were so keen to have sex. Come to the kitchen, I have a little cake.”
She put her laptop down on the room, took my hand, and we went out to the kitchen. She hid her face in her hands.
“I’m really sorry. I feel so ashamed and uncomfortable. I didn’t want to put you in this situation. Let’s have some cake, and I have half a bottle of red wine, maybe that will help us forget what happened.”
“Thank you. We can have some cake, and don’t worry about what happened. But I can’t drink the wine because I still have to drive back to my accommodation. Let’s just have some cake and talk.”
She got a box of small cakes out and sat near me in the kitchen so our legs touched.