showed her ample breasts to their best advantage and her skin was creamy pale, the delicate coloring of a true blonde. A slim waist flared out to full hips and a plump, juicy ass. Taking this beauty from behind would be a pleasure with her soft buttocks slapping against his thighs as his dick plunged into her pussy.
He licked his lips.
Exquisite was the only word to describe her. She moved easily beside her escort, with a grace that was undeniable. With her easy smile and hot body, his cock was already standing at attention.
Considering she’d come to a bondage-themed party, her dress was modest. Her black skirt was longer than most though it showcased her long, shapely legs. The corset nipped in at the waist and just the sight of the tiny hooks down the front created an itch in his fingers. He’d bet her nipples were rosy and would taste like sweet wine.
At the tender age of fifteen, he’d lost his virginity to a lusty field worker at his father’s vineyard. In the sun with the scents of crushed grapes and lavender, he’d worshipped her full curves and she’d made a man out of him. Ever since then his tastes had run to a larger, curvier physique with the exception of his most recent ex, Giselle. There was something about a plush female figure that turned him on. Just thinking of her, the baby soft skin and all those delicious curves to explore, sent all his blood rushing to his cock.
“There she is,” Antonio said.
“Who?”
“The blonde on Jean Jacques’ arm.”
Santos made a noise of approval. “As always, you have excellent taste in women, my friend.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
“And will you share this one with your best friend?”
“We’ll have to see how adventurous she is.”
Antonio vividly remembered the first time he and Santos had shared a woman. They’d been at college here in America and Santos had picked up a beautiful Latino girl with long, dark hair and wicked hands. It had been she who’d convinced them to overcome their hesitation and join her in the bed. With that beautiful woman sandwiched between them, both men had experienced a deeper level of pleasure than ever before.
Over the years they’d shared many women though none would ever be considered a relationship. It was all in good fun and they treated their mutual women like queens both in bed and out.
The image of the blonde in his bed struck him with the force of a hammer blow. Her lush body on his sheets, her silken cries as he ate at her pussy like a starving man…
His breathing increased.
Wet, hot, hungry for both of them…
His cock in her mouth, or her bare ass up in the air as Santos paddled her…
He gritted his teeth, glorying in the swift rush of lust that struck him. The sensation was thick like warm honey in his veins. His breath left in a rush and he swore. His zipper dug into his engorged cock with such force it was all he could do not to wince.
“Slow down, my friend, we don’t even know her name.”
Santos began to laugh when Antonio was forced to readjust his aching cock. His teeth gritted at the rush of arousal the innocent nudge created. Before the night was over, not only would they know her name, they’d know every inch of that beautiful body. They’d possess her mind, body and soul and she’d be ruined for any other man.
She would be theirs.
Chapter Three
While the hands of her watch inched toward midnight, Jane was feeling more than a little disappointed. She’d dutifully surfed the crowd and had yet to find any man who aroused anything other than amusement. This was not a good sign.
Everyone was friendly and more than willing to engage in a conversation or a laugh, but so far no one had managed to ignite a spark of sexual interest. There were a number of men who’d tried, but she was left cold in the face of their advances. Here she was ready to embrace her sensual side and there was no one to heed her call.
How was that for irony?
Jane scowled. She really was making an