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But not for that reason alone.

The man was good at his job because Connor had felt so at ease in his presence, he’d been surprised when he responded so naturally to Santana’s heated look. His balls had tightened with need and his cock had stirred with arousal. Santana, sensing Connor’s reaction, had suddenly leaned in closer and touched his warm lips to his.

It felt different kissing a man instead of a woman. With a woman, he felt a need to push, to dominate. With a man…his equal…he felt challenged. But in a good way.

Their kiss had led to intimate touches.

Then Santana’s hand had slipped into Connor’s track pants. He’d begun a slow massage on his balls. A nice hard rub with rough twists to his scrotum making his breath quicken and weird little moans escape his mouth. Santana’s touches had unleashed wickedly carnal sensations making Connor’s lower belly clench and lightning blades of lust slam into his cock.

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Before he’d known it, Santana had seduced him right out of his pants. The black man, suddenly naked, had gotten onto his knees before him and taken Connor’s engorged cock into his hot, moist mouth.

And Connor didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed. Santana was obviously a man who put his clients at ease with his easygoing, soft-spoken nature. The black man’s full lips felt fantastic wrapped firmly around his cock. The pull of his mouth, the strong sucking motions, the teasing way his tongue caressed the underneath skin of his shaft made Connor’s cock so hard, so fast, the pressure had him calling out his warning.

“Jesus. I’m ready to come.”

He groaned when Santana pulled his mouth away with a pop, leaving him so hard and so fucking ready to come he almost fell to his knees, his legs were trembling so badly.

“On your hands and knees,” the big black man ordered. “I need to fuck your ass, man.”

Connor’s breaths came in excited gasps as he eagerly did what Santana instructed. Shit! He couldn’t believe a man had just been sucking on his cock. It had felt so fucking fantastic. And he wanted more from Santana. Much more. Looking over his shoulder, he watched with a wild anticipation as Santana’s arms bulged with nicely shaped muscles as he grabbed a condom dangling off a nearby branch on the Christmas tree, tore open the foil and sheathed himself with it. Then he located a tube of lube hanging from another branch and began to generously lube his cock. A hell of a big cock that was firm and erect. Connor had been right. The man had gotten turned-on big-time sucking him.

He couldn’t help but compare their sizes.

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Santana’s cock was bigger than his own. Thicker, maybe three inches wide. Longer than his shaft. Definitely longer. At least ten inches of pulsing vein-riddled flesh with a large satiny black mushroom-shaped cock head.

Connor swallowed at the sudden tightness in his throat and wondered how his virgin ass could accommodate such a length and thickness. He couldn’t help but tense in wicked anticipation when Santana came toward him with big, lubed cock in his hand, an aroused grin on his face.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you since I saw you at the airport,” he whispered. Connor’s heart began a wild beat at Santana’s admission.

“Brace yourself, man. Brace yourself for one wicked ride, Connor.”

Connor flinched as his ass cheeks were spread wide and inhaled sharply as Santana slowly removed the butt plug. A second later his cock head probed gently at the tight entrance to his hole.

“I have a fetish for virgin asses,” Santana breathed. “They turn me on so fucking much I can barely keep my control.”

His hot cock began an insistent probing. Connor exhaled his growing tension.

“Easy, man.” Santana soothed as he pressed past his sphincter muscle and tunneled into his ass.

“Don’t worry. Just relax.”

Connor groaned at the pleasure-burn fullness stretching into him.

“It’ll be great, man. You’ll see. You’re going to love it. Crave it. Need it.”

Jesus. He already craved it.

Santana’s lubed cock moved easily, gently, into him and before he knew it, he felt the black man’s swollen testicles press against his own.

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His solid erection pulsed inside Connor’s ass and he loved the silky, unfamiliar full feeling of being impaled on a man’s cock. His own desire grew as his anal muscles eagerly clenched the intruder.

Then Santana began fucking him.

Starting with a slow, steady rhythm and building quickly into dark, carnal plunges. The solid length of the man’s cock drove harder, faster. With every thrust his own cock pulsed as Santana’s rod pressed against his sensitive prostrate gland. Shit! He could literally feel his testicles tightening. Could feel the blood engorging up his swollen shaft. The impending pleasure threatening to consume him any second. He cried out as Tangle’s hot hand clasped his rod. She was there. Naked. On her hands and knees beside him while Santana fucked his ass. She smiled teasingly as she reached out. Her fingers clutched him, twisted his shaft until Connor was perspiring and shaking so hard with arousal he thought he would simply explode. Her other hand expertly massaged his balls until he was gasping out for mercy.

His breath caught as she lay down on the carpet and wiggled beneath him and splayed herself out like a luscious offering.

“Fuck her, Connor. Fuck her while I fuck you,” Santana groaned. Jesus.

“I’m so ready, Connor. So horny watching you two,” Tangle said softly. His breath ripped from his mouth as her fingers wrapped tightly around his pulsing cock. She was pulling at him. Pulling him down. Santana’s engorged cock stilled in his ass allowing Connor to spread his knees onto each side of Tangle’s hips. He hissed as a zip of pain ripped through one of his injured legs in the awkward position. He ignored it.

They both cried out as Connor sank deep into her pussy. Her velvety muscles wrapped around him and welcomed him in. Her cunt felt so soft. So wet. 48

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“Follow my moves, man,” Santana ordered in a strangled voice. He started thrusting into his ass again. Connor immediately understood. Quickly he found the black man’s rhythm and moved with him. As he slid out of Tangle’s tight sheath, Santana slid out of his ass. As he plunged into Tangle, Santana thrust into him. Tangle’s eyes were closed tightly. Her cheeks flushed pink. Soft gasps escaped her slightly parted lips as he slammed into her and Santana into him. Oh yeah, she liked it hard. He could tell by the way her cunt grabbed at his cock and didn’t want to let go.

He liked it too. Loved the way his cock hardened inside her. Loved the way Santana’s cock was hardening inside him. The fullness of the black man’s flesh impaling him felt fantastic.

He groaned as spasms from her vagina embraced and squeezed his erection. She was coming. Coming hard. Coming fast.

Her face twisted into a serene bliss and she cried out her release. Her plump breasts jiggled beneath him with their thrusts. It wasn’t long before blades of arousal zipped through his lower belly and his entire body tensed.

Oh yeah!

“I’m coming,” he hissed.

The explosion hit. It tore through his balls in jagged bolts. Ripped up his cock like a bolt of lightning. He shuddered beneath the pleasure assault and he came inside Tangle. A moment later on a hoarse, guttural shout, the black man came inside him. 49

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Chapter Six

“I need to get cleaned up,” Santana groaned moments later after the three of them had separated. The black man winked at her, got up and walked into the nearby bathroom to give them an intimate moment alone.

“How…how was it?” she breathed as the two of them sat facing each other on the carpet in front of the fireplace.

“It was fantastic. I’ve never felt so…high.” His eyes were glazed, as if he were truly high, Tangle noted. She was thrilled his first same-sex experience and ménage had worked out so well.

“Watching the two of you… I never thought I could be so turned-on.”

Connor’s gaze darkened and he suddenly helped her to her feet. “I want more.”

She heard Santana coming out of the bathroom. Licked her lips as Connor’s cock hardened. Her heart crashed against her chest as she heard the sound of another condom pack being ripped open. Then Santana came up behind her. She didn’t have to be told the solid piece of heated flesh pressing against her bare ass was his rigid cock. God! Santana was already rock-hard again!

“I’ve been dying to fuck you for so long,” Santana whispered softly. He gently kissed the sensitive area between her neck and shoulder. His warm lips made her flesh tingle, made her want more of his kisses.

“Your skin feels so silky, Tangle. Bring your arms behind your back for me.”

Excitement roared through her. She couldn’t move. She felt off balance at the wild lust splashed across Connor’s face as he watched Santana pressing in behind her. His cheeks were flushed and the brilliant lust in his eyes made her body tighten with need. 50

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Connor’s thick shaft was once again stretched outward from his matt of curls. Below it, she spotted the two swollen egg-shaped spheres bulging against his sac. One hand was wrapped tightly around the base of his swollen erection and the fingers of his other hand stroked the pulsing blue vein that ran up his cock.

“Do as he says, Tangle,” he whispered.

Her lower belly clenched as she brought both her arms back, allowing her breasts to push out. Something cold and metallic snapped around her wrists and she heard the click of the handcuffs slamming home.

Her pussy throbbed with excitement. She was now their captive. Her breathing became rougher as she followed Connor’s gaze to her breasts. They heaved up and down with her every breath. Her nipples were elongating, flushing a bright red as blood pumped into them.

“Spread your legs for him, Tangle,” Connor whispered as he continued to stroke his shaft.

Taking a slow, shuddering breath she did as Connor said.

“I can already see the pleasure on your face, Tangle,” he whispered. “And it’s turning me on big-time.”

“She’s beautiful. Absolute perfection,” Santana whispered. A deep, sinking sexual awareness churned in her lower belly as Santana crouched behind her, his dark knees came down on the plush carpet between her legs. A moment later his warm, moist lips slid over her right ass cheek in sweet, gentle kisses. Her legs trembled at the delightful touches of a man’s mouth on her ass and she thought her legs might give out.

Connor came closer. His fingertips brushed teasingly along the curve of her neck, over her collarbone and along the side curves of her breasts. With her hands cuffed she could do nothing but stand there as the two men explored and touched her intimately. Connor tweaked and pinched her nipples until 51

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they burned and her breasts felt wonderfully achy. Santana’s velvety lips continued to slide over her ass cheeks with occasional nips from sharp teeth that made her ass blaze just as wickedly as her nipples.

Connor’s hands came down and slid over her waist. The intense heat of his palms on her flesh made her cunt cream even more. Wetness dripped along the insides of her thighs. She cried out when Santana’s hot tongue suddenly lapped against her sensitive clit.

She bucked violently.

Connor chuckled at her reaction and his hands slowly skimmed along her hips, brushing her flesh with featherlight touches that made her gyrate. Santana’s tongue swiped back and forth against her clit and she bucked again, spreading her legs wider.

“So fucking sweet,” Santana murmured. “And already sopping wet. She’s already ready for us.”

His tongue speared into her pussy, hot and demanding, stroking the walls of her vagina and pressing against her ultrasensitive G-spot. Perspiration popped out on her flesh as he pushed harder, rubbing and pressing her sensitive spot until the pressure turned into a deep, odd pleasure. Wicked tremors coursed through her. She closed her eyes. Her body grew feverish with need. Her pussy felt hot. Heavy. Soaked.

She cried out as Santana’s hot tongue left her dripping pussy. A moment later slurping sounds split the air as the big black man lubed his cock. In front of her, Connor’s heavy breaths ripped through the air. His hand guided his solid erection between her pussy lips and lodged at her tiny vaginal opening. His hands then resettled onto the curves of her full hips.

“Oh yes! Please, Connor. Fuck me.” She was so hot now. So ready. She could barely keep her eyes open.

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But she’d didn’t have any problems opening them when moments later the giant mushroom-shaped lubed cock head pressed against her trembling little anal hole. She whimpered, momentary fear intermingling with her arousal. She’d forgotten how big Santana’s cock was.

“Shh, I’m here, baby,” Connor said softly. He nodded at Santana and she could feel his thick, hot cock press eagerly against her tightly clenched anal ring. In a moment he pushed past and slipped into her ass.

Tangle dug her fingers into her palms and her breath caught as Connor’s cock sank slowly into her vagina. Her ring gave way and her anal muscles clenched around Santana’s thick invasion.

She moaned. Pressure made her try to move away from them, but Connor’s hands kept her firm.

“She’s so goddamn tight,” Santana panted.

Tangle couldn’t stop herself from moaning as the two big cocks burned into her. Sweet heavens, she could feel every long inch moving inside her two channels!

Pleasure-pain burned into her ass making her grimace. Making her whimper over and over. Santana’s hard, heated cock bore into her like a thick piece of hot metal. Connor’s hot mouth melted over her quivering lips, trapping her moans. From somewhere far away, she could hear Santana’s hoarse whisper, “I’m almost fully inside her. Just one more inch.”

Her cunt watered as Connor’s thick plum-shaped cock head moved its way deeper into her. Unbelievable thickness powered into her.