National Affairs
Copyright© 2005 by Will Bailey
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Pat Connolly was a star anchor on a network TV show. He was very good at his job. He was also good at fucking other people over, especially women. The younger and prettier the better. He was so smart that he succeeded in outsmarting himself.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Romantic Reluctant BiSexual True Story Cheating Swinging Group Sex Orgy Interracial Oral Sex
After Mona left, Tori and I continued to fuck. Finally, I came. I went to the john, pissed and cleaned up. By the time I got back, Tori was dead to the world. I covered her up, got into bed and soon joined her in sleep.
The next morning, I woke up about 9:30. I went to the crapper. When I got back, Tori was beginning to stir. She opened her eyes and looked at me.
"Wow! Was that real?"
"Yes, ma'am, it was."
"It's a whole new way of life. I'm not sure if I like all of it, but I'd like to sample a little more some time."
"How about now? Wanna fuck?"
She grinned. "You're a crazy bastard, you know that?"
I grinned back. "Yeah."
"My head is not in good shape, and my mouth feels like a shitcan. If you have some Tylenol and a toothbrush I can use, you just might get lucky."
"Done and done. Follow me."
Tori was in the john for a while. I heard the shower and the noise of teeth being brushed. Presently, she returned.
I was lying down. Tori walked came to the side of the bed. Then she leaped. I was taken by surprise, so I wasn't totally ready when she landed on top of me. It took me a few minutes to get my breath back. By that time, Tori had my dick in her mouth and was playing a lovely melody on the pink oboe. Soon Mr. Johnson responded. Tori clucked her approval. She straddled me and guided Mr. J into her pussy. What happened next doesn't need a helluva lot of description. In a few words, she fucked my brains out.
After I came, she sucked me again until Mr. J recovered his composure. Then, the previous events were repeated. This time, Tori came with me. She rolled off and panted a bit. After a minute she looked at me with a silly grin.
"Do you want to fuck some more, or should we have breakfast?"
"Doll, you are fucking amazing! And I mean that in every sense of the word. There's nothing that I'd rather do than roll around with you all day. However, I have to put in an appearance at the festival today. So I'm afraid that breakfast is the order of the day. Maybe later?"
"Count on it! OK, where are my clothes? I was wearing clothes when I got here, wasn't I? I guess that pile over there is them."
We had breakfast in the hotel lounge. Then Tori went back to the Banff Centre for the Arts and I went to a couple of festival sessions.
When I got back to my hotel room, the message light on the phone was flashing. The message was from Tori. She wanted me to call her ASAP. I called the number she'd given. She answered immediately.
"Pat, there might be some trouble."
"Trouble with what?"
"It's Mona. When I got back here this morning, she was gone. She'd cleaned out all her clothes and left a note to say that she's staying with one of her friends here at the Centre. Then a little while ago she called me. She was just about in hysterics. She says that she's going to get the cops on you and maybe on me, too!"
I laughed. "Tori, relax. There's not a fucking thing that she can do. If she tries any shit, the only thing that'll happen is a helluva a lot more embarrassment for her than she can imagine. I took a few pictures..."
"Pictures? Christ!"
"Don't worry. The only face that anyone needs to see is Mona's. There are pictures of her eating pussy, sucking cock and riding the magic pony. So put this shit out of your mind. Tell you what, there's a fancy dinner happening here tonight. Get your glad rags on, make yourself pretty and meet me about 6:00. OK?"
"Well sure, but I hope to God you're right about Mona. She sounded crazy."
"Trust me. If she tries to fuck us, the only person who gets fucked over is her."
After I hung up the phone, it rang again. I answered.
"Pat, it's Mona."
"Hi, Mona. How are you?"
"You son of a bitch! You have the gall to ask me how I am. I'm shitty. I'll never be OK again. It's all your fault, and you're going to pay for it!"
"Mona, take a deep breath and chill out. We had a party last night. Shit happened. It's over."
"It's not over for me, and it's not over for you, either. I'm going to see to that. I'm going to the police."
I smiled. "And what are you going to tell them? That you got loaded and had sex with a man and a woman? I don't think they'll be interested."
"I'm going to tell them that you gave me illegal drugs and forced me into perverted acts. You're going to jail."
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