Outnumbered and Overwhelmed: Three Temptresses Left Him No Escape

When Sandra rang me, I was braced for anything—anything but this. At first, it had all the markings of a booty call, which had me grinning from ear to ear. I’d always fancied her, but I never had a clue the feeling was mutual.

It was nearly midnight, so I decided to call a cab, just in case I’d be heading home in the wee hours. Either way, I was ready to drink anything Sandra placed in front of me. Now, I’m no Don Juan, but there are two things I’ve learned in life. One: if a woman makes the first move, it’s a solid idea to grease the wheels a bit by offering her a drink. Two: it’s terribly ungentlemanly to let a lady drink alone.

I’d have probably asked Sandra out ages ago, but there’s this little issue. I’m black, and she’s as blonde and white as they come. You might argue that in the 21st century no one bats an eyelid over that—but clearly, you’ve never met my mother.

So there I was, rocking up with a bottle of wine—the kind that would impress—something I’d seen Sandra drink before. I was quite chuffed when she gave me that pleased look. But any hopes I had of moving things forward between us vanished the moment she introduced her two friends.

What on earth was going on?

I tamely sat down between them, and let me tell you, all three—Sandra included—were stunning, sexy, and, to be honest, dressed in rather provocative outfits that pretended to be classy.

Luckily, I was well into my thirties, so I knew how to keep my cool. I put on my best poker face, pretending not to notice that none of them were wearing bras. And let’s just say, the smallest of their chests still had to be at least an EE cup.

But let me paint you a clearer picture of what I was up against.

On my left was Eleonora, a redhead in a scarlet dress with a plunging neckline. She had a pair of large, fake breasts, with nipples straining to escape through the fabric. The dress was floor-length, almost demure, except for the sky-high slit. As she sat with her dress hiked up, it became pretty clear that she wasn’t wearing any knickers, going comando. Eleonora, half-naked, sipped her red cocktail. Don’t ask me what it was—I’m no expert.

To my right was Coco. Her skin was a rich, chocolate brown—not as dark as mine—but her eyes were deep black and her long, straight hair gleamed in the dim light. She wore a short, pistachio-green dress, and while I couldn’t vouch for what she had going on under there, her massive natural breasts barely fit into the dress. Saying she had a low-cut neckline didn’t quite do it justice—her dress plunged all the way to below her belly button. Besides her belly, I could see nearly everything. The neckline that was practically blinding me could only be compared to an unbuttoned shirt, where the fabric barely managed to cover her areolas, fighting a losing battle not to reveal them. God help me, I was looking forward to that.

Coco wasn’t messing around, either—she was downing tequila. A few gnawed lemon wedges sat in front of her, and salt crunched underfoot. Clearly, I wasn’t there for the warm-up—they were already a few drinks in.

And then, of course, there was Sandra.

Her skin was the palest I’d ever seen—perfectly smooth, almost translucent, alabaster white. Her hair, nearly white as well, fallen down her back. She was dressed in a black dress, the contrast against her ghostly skin striking. The top of her dress was loose, cascading over her unbelievably large breasts, and even when she greeted me at the door, bending forward as she laughed at one of my half-hearted jokes, her breasts dripped out of the neckline in all their glory. I knew right then it was only the beginning.

I should mention that I was raised to respect women. I work out regularly, my body is muscular and well-built, and my face isn’t bad to look at either. But I firmly believe that what exists between a man and a woman is more than just physical lust. Even before I sat down on the sofa between two half-naked beauties, I knew this wasn’t a situation I felt comfortable in. I was already planning my exit as soon as enough time passed for it not to seem rude or abrupt.

It seemed they weren’t keen on waiting much longer.

“I know you fancy me,” Sandra began, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and desire. I couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or pure lust driving her on. She leaned forward again, showcasing her beautifully shaped bare breasts. Sitting opposite me, she had her leg crossed over the other, and I couldn’t help but think, love, I hope you remembered to wear knickers. “There’s one question we’d all really like answered.”

She paused, and I took a sip of my whiskey on the rocks. When it was clear it was my turn to ask, I ventured,

“And what’s that question?”

Instead of Sandra, it was Coco who spoke up. Her lips were full, even for a dark-skinned beauty, and impossibly enticing. She flashed a set of small, white teeth and a perfect smile.

“Sandra wants to know which of us you fancy the most.”

Eleonora chimed in, “But that’s ridiculous; we didn’t agree on that! Why don’t you just ask him directly?” She turned to me, her face perfectly symmetrical, her full lips enhanced by lipstick, adding to their allure. “We can’t decide which of us three is the most sexy.”

At first glance, the question seemed like a trap, and I wasn’t about to fall into it. I started rambling about personal preferences and how every woman possesses her own unique charm when Coco interrupted again.

“Which one of us would you most like to fuck. Right here, right now. Answer me. Don’t think about it.”

That caught me off guard.

“Girls,” I said, “I don’t want to offend any of you, but I think you could all use a coffee and a bed. Now, I…”

“‘Bullshit,’ Eleanor interrupted me. “It’s not a brain teaser. I read somewhere that a man looks at a woman and knows at once. So look,” she jiggled her huge breasts and wiggled her ass, her dress sliding up a notch higher. “Without thinking, say the name.”

I started to get up, but they were adamant. The two next to me pressed against me, I could feel the heat of their skin against my body. Sandra leaned forward again, making me enjoy the view of her tiny pink nipples on her big, round, massive breasts, and I really wished she wouldn’t do that anymore, because I felt a slight conflict of interest. While it was clear to me that they were drunk and vulnerable, I also felt a strong erection.

“I have an idea,” Coco said. “You know the game Kiss, Marry, Kill?” Without giving me a chance to answer, she said, “Let’s modify it a little.”

She turned to me, pointing a long finger with a pointy, green-painted fingernail.

“Say, name of which one would you like to kiss, cunt and arse.”

I raised an eyebrow. One of the things that always attracted me to Sandra was that she could surprise. And with this party, or whatever it was, she demonstrated that perfectly.

Eleanor was in on it.

“Let’s start lightly,” then she turned to me, smiling seductively, running her tongue over her red lips as if I might not have noticed them before. “Do you like my lips? Can you imagine them around your big, black cock?”

I really could.

“Listen, I’m flattered,” I said, but Coco jumped in. She too licked her lips, then pulled them apart to form a perfect circle. Her face formed into exactly the grimace it would look like if she sucked on my just-now-nicely-hard dick.

I tried again to sweep this awkward conversation under the carpet.

“What if I say none?”

“Unacceptable,” Sandra replied dryly. “Just like you can’t say all of them. So, which one do you want to do the blow job on you?”

It must be clear that at that point I still had no idea if we were talking in theory and it was just drunken talk, or if what I had begun to hope was in the offing.

Since I hadn’t had this experience with any of them, it offered only one way to solve the answer to the riddle. And that lay in the answer to who had the prettiest face.

“I don’t want to offense any of you,” I said, but this time even I didn’t believe I was serious.

None of them answered. They all smiled seductively, and because I just always liked Sandra so much, I said her name. She smiled in delight.

“And which one do you want to fuck in the cunt and which one in the arse?” Coco said.

“Don’t be silly,” Eleanor replied. “He doesn’t know which hole of ours looks like.”

“That’s true,” Coco admitted. “Just one way to work it out.”

She stood up, and though you’d think nothing should have surprised me at that point, she did. She pulled up her dress and bent over to offer me a view of both her wet, slightly hairy pussy and her perfect, narrow anal hole.

Not to be embarrassed, Eleanor stood up as well. Only she decided to go further, simply removing her dress and bending over completely naked. This offered me the best view of both of her lower holes, one more inviting than the other, as well as her gorgeous face and, what’s more, her perfectly shaped large breasts, now drooping a little as she bent over.

One thing was clear. Eleanor had won this round. I just didn’t know if the victory consisted of usurping her pussy or her anus.

Fortunately, she had worked that out for me. She took an oblong snack called pig in banquettes from a plate on the table and inserted it into her pussy hole. She winked and then squeezed her cunt so hard that she snapped the snack in half. She took out the rest of the snack, put it in her mouth and chewed slowly before swallowing.

“Well?” She said.

“I really hope neither of you will remember tomorrow,” I said, adding. “But if I had to choose, Eleanor has a vagina that’s probably worth a little research.”

I turned to Coco, who frowned, and quickly explained.

“But that’s only because you have such an amazing asshole that I’m sure it’s every man’s dream.”

“Which one do you want to start with?” Coco stammered seductively.

I can now admit that even though I once spent about two weeks shooting porn in Florida, this was still a sexual experience that would give me an absolutely never-failing erection just thinking about it.

Sandra knelt at my feet, and I just whispered.

“Oh, dear.”

Before I knew it, I had my pants and boxers off and Sandra had taken the top of my cock into her mouth. She sucked as far as she could fit in her mouth and started sucking me. I leaned back against the back of the divan and took a deep breath. Eleanor, still beautifully and seductively naked, knelt down beside me and put both hands on her huge breasts, her nipples were stiff and I squeezed them.

While Sandra very skillfully sucked my dick, Coco with her luscious face leaned over and started kissing me. Very gently, seductively. Then Coco also stripped and pressed her face between her huge breasts, her almost black nipples in front of my eyes, I couldn’t decide which one to take between my lips first.

Eleanor gently pushed Sandra away, who had drops of my pre-cum on her lips. Eleanora climbed onto my lap, skillfully guided my hard cock into her cunt and sat up. I moaned softly in pleasure. Sandra reappeared, pressed a large black realistic dildo into my hand, sat down next to me, spread her legs and offered herself to me. My cock was fully occupied at that moment, but I understood what she wanted from me. I pushed the black dildo deep into Sandra’s wet cunt until there was a squelching sound.

I started breathing very fast and was approaching climax. I didn’t care that the arrangement was different. I was about to cum and nothing could delay that amazing moment of climax.

Or so I thought.

While Eleanor was writhing on my lap in orgrasmic spasms for the second time and I was about to join her any second, Coco grabbed the redhead and held her tightly so that she stopped moving. That was a problem for me. I grabbed her hips and tried to get her to make more copulation moves, but the black beauty grunted, “My turn.”

When Eleanor got off me I was all woozy, my cock was still hard and I was really on edge.

Fortunately, Coco wasn’t going to hold it up. I was still pleasuring Sandra with the dildo with my right hand, and she was screaming for a second climax when Coco turned her back on me and backed into my arms. I gently slid my hard cock into her asshole and at first glance it looked like it couldn’t possibly fit in there. She had a delightfully narrow basement hole.

She solved it by sitting up abruptly and moaning, I couldn’t tell if she was in pleasure or pain. If I had to guess, probably a mixture of both. She was super tight and she ground around my hard dick like I’d stuck it in silicone gel.

Coco had no sympathy for the fact that I already needed to squirt. She slid on me slowly, commanding me to calm down. With my right hand I kept pleasuring Sandra who was nearing her peak again. Eleanor lay on the rug, naked, sweating, a look of intoxicated pleasure on her face that would not leave her.

“Just a little longer,” Coco purred. Her silky black skin smelled. I press her against me so that her back is resting against on my chest. I let go of the dildo and Sandra grabbed it herself, skillfully bringing herself to orgasm. Coco was coming too and of course so was I.

I plunged it into her without any restraint, she leaned forward and I saw my hard cock sliding inside her, now covered in a thick layer of white slime. While I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath, exhausted and drained, the three of them slipped back into their clothes. In a moment they were sitting again, dressed decently, their cocktails in hand, and if I hadn’t still been naked, covered in my own cum, I would have had to question whether I was dreaming the whole thing.

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