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Do you believe in predestined fate? It seems to me, that Cincinnati got it’s nickname, long before it ever made sense.
This night is the first night, it made sense, at least to me.
Two very close friends. Two beautiful mature women. Real women. And when I say beautiful, I mean beautiful.
Not princesses, but women who actually earned the nickname of a Queen.
Not a lesbian bone in their bodies, but both dirty little submissive Kittens in their own right. Couldn’t be more different. Couldn’t be more the same.
One night, they decided to play a little game. And so it goes…
The brunette first discovered him. So, in essence, she has dibs, though nobody sees it like that.
Every night these mature goddesses run their fingers over their sensitive parts, touching themselves, at the thought of the same passionate man, from a world away.
They talk about it the next day. They trade stories.
They know what they want. And right now, they want the cock of one man, the same man, a very passionate man, in town on business, for one just single night.
This singular night presents a dilemma. He wants them both, equally. And bad. Real fucking bad. Trying for the threesome is a non-starter. Wholesome at their core, eating each other is just completely not in their makeup. They just don’t want that. Fair enough.
But what they do want, is to drive a man wild who will in turn, drive them wild.
So they hatched a plan. These devious bitches. These angelic sluts.
The deal was. Whoever made contact first, is the date – that was their call. He wanted them both but knows that wasn’t going to happen. So it’s the brunette – the one he thinks he is going to meet.
The girl that will get the orgasmic catastrophe, he thinks to himself, as he gets ready for dinner. Getting out of the shower at the Hyatt, toweling off and spraying cologne on his bare chest with the full intention that a brunette will have her face an inch from it in a few short hours.
Black button down. Blue jeans. Five-hole black Doc Martins. Black Pea Coat.
Table for two at Boca, downtown Cincy. Five-star dining. Romantic setting.
He gets there early, gets seated, and orders a double Old Fashioned with Knob Creek. And he waits.
5 minutes. A brunette walks through the door.
Then another. Not her again. And after 10 brunettes he just stopped looking and got irritated.
After 15 minutes he starts texting. “Everything OK? Boca. You know where it is, right?”
Nothing. No reply. He waits and texts again.
After 25 minutes, and no reply, he figures she got cold feet. He would love to ask her friend to dinner, but can’t really do that now.
Guess it’s a night of cable TV or something.
Meanwhile, two women make their way across the Hyatt lobby with keycard in hand, having had all the information they needed to get access to his room from the young sap working the counter believing one was his wife.
30 minutes later he treks the same route up to room 712, turns on SportsCenter, gets in his robe, and lays down.
All the while unaware that there are two women in sexy lingerie hiding in his hotel room, just feet away from him, ready to make his night unforgettable.
One in the bathroom; the other in the closet.
Just when she knows he is settled, the brunette walks out. Looking like she discovered Victoria’s well-kept secret, he is completely caught off-guard.
Startling him, he is overwhelmed with questions. Before he has a chance to ask any, a blonde comes into frame from his other side.
The blonde who he has been dying to get at equally.
He sleeps naked and they already know this anyways. Long nights chatting with their hands between their legs tends to bring about random questions like that.
They immediately move in on him. Taking his cock in their mouths, sharing him like a couple of besties would share a pair of jeans. Sucking him like only a couple of mature ladies know how.
Driving him absolutely crazy beyond his wildest dreams.
He can’t handle it. So many ideas going through his head.
He yanks the gorgeous brunette by the neck, flips her around like a rag doll, and immediately pulls her hair as he drives his hard cock deep inside her.
Pounding away relentlessly until she cums hard. Deep. Hard. O spot on alert. Until she is flooded with the first internal orgasm she has had in a long time.
He pulls the beautiful blonde up on him and he feels the sweet warm and wet feeling of her insides slide down over him. G spot getting worked, then deep into her cervix.
She knows how to work this cock like nobody’s business. And she does just that, legs twitching as her friend sits back and rubs her pulsating pussy that was just hammered to orgasm minutes earlier.
As the blonde cums again, he tosses both them down and shares his cum in both their mouths, wishing to see them kiss, but true to their word, they are not bisexual, or at least not yet anyway.
Not yet anyway, he thinks.
He will definitely be back in town soon to test that theory.