Weekend In The City Ch. 04

After getting some relief in the shower, Sharon was ready for some good food. She put on a light flowered dress that showed some cleavage with the help of a push up bra. The dress showed off her curves and stopped half way down her thighs.

A little light makeup, mostly to highlight her eyes, and of course a fresh coat of the bright red lipstick. Some sensible yet stylish shoes, and she was ready for her walk to Little Italy and the best veal parmesan this side of Sicily. And of course another hot load of cum. At least one.

She smiled at her reflection in the full length mirror, thinking that it was a long walk, and there might be opportunities for a load along the way.

As she was leaving her room she almost bumped into a man coming down the hall with his luggage. They both apologized, simultaneously, and both laughed together as they briefly and not quite surreptitiously checked each other out.

This man was probably a little older than Sharon, and she thought he was drop dead gorgeous. Black hair in a short unruly mop on his head, a day's growth of beard, dark piercing eyes. His suit jacket was open and his dress shirt had the two top buttons undone. His tie was undoubtedly in his jacket pocket. And most importantly, no wedding ring.

Sharon was ready to suck his cock right there in the hotel corridor. And the way he was looking at her told her he liked what he saw too.

His deep voice interrupted her thoughts when he said, "Hello, you must be my neighbor." His eyes glancing at the room number on the wall next to the door Sharon just exited.

"Really?" Sharon asked, unable to find any other words. Her mind was already thinking of the fact that she always found that one guy she would actually fuck when she was here for the weekend.

"Yes, I'm in the next room." He answered, pointing down the hall.

"Well hello neighbor!" Sharon said, a little more enthusiastically than she intended.

"Maybe I'll see you later?" The man said smiling. "My name is Eric." He added, putting out his hand.

"I'm Sharon." She replied, shaking his hand. She noted the restrained strength of his grip as she looked into his eyes, they were intense, but smiling, and his mouth curled up to show his perfect teeth.

"I just got in, had a terrible flight, and really need to get a hot shower before a video call I have to take. But I'll be in the lounge downstairs later. If you're interested, we could have a drink together, get to know each other better."

Sharon thought, "Wow, this guy doesn't waste any time!" But she immediately said, "I'm just going out to get some supper, but I will probably be around later. I'll look for you in the lounge."

"Great! I'm looking forward to seeing you." As he glanced at her body.

"Me too." Sharon told him, also checking him out once again.

They gave each other a little smile before both turning to go their own way. At the bank of elevators Sharon glanced back at the man and caught him at his door. He was glancing back too, and checking out her ass. When he looked up, he knew she had busted him, but he just smiled unapologetically, and she smiled right back.

On the way out of the hotel Sharon had a spring in her step. Eric was a very sexy man, and he was obviously attracted to her as well. She would definitely look for him in the bar when she got back.

But first she had an agenda. She was on her way to Little Italy to have supper and a visit to the proprietors office for dessert. She made a point of stopping to see Carlo, and his dick, every time she came to the city.

She had met Carlo several years earlier, when her sister was still in the game with her. Her and her sister had shared a pizza, and then shared Carlos's dick.

She missed having her sister with her on these excursions. They had always been close, but grew even closer through their shared love of sucking cock.

But now that her sister was married, Sharon was on her own, and she still had to do her thing.

As she walked, Sharon was people watching. Basically scoping out guys, looking for a dick to suck. She was always nearly overwhelmed by the amount of people, the amount of men, on the streets of the big city at any given time.

Her small city only had crowds on the street for Memorial day parades and a couple of other special occasions.

There was the typical foot traffic at the beginning of the work day, lunch time and quitting time, but even then there were no where near the congestion of people to be found in the city at any given time. Sharon found it exhilarating.

As she walked, watching all the people, all the men, on the street, she wondered who her next conquest would be.

She had already had a white and a Hispanic cock that day, and she was on her way to get an Italian, which she mused was technically white. But the streets were full of so many types of men, it was like a smorgasbord of dick!

But Sharon had done this enough times before, and she knew that if she bided her time, the right one, or ones, would come along.

As she walked she came to a place where some old building had been torn down. The sidewalk was separated from the property by a chain link fence. Inside the fence she saw a new building going up, with construction equipment and piles of building materials stacked neatly outside.

The site was mostly empty at that time of the day, save for a few workers finishing up or heading out through a gate in the fence just ahead of her.

Sharon was getting naughty ideas about sucking off a dirty construction worker when she heard yelling from a man who was obviously the foreman of the site. He was an older man, and he had no dirt on his clothes whatsoever.

"Anymore fuck ups like that Rasheed, and you're fucking outta here! You get me?!" The man was angrily telling a young black man.

"But Joe, the handle just broke! It wasn't my fault!" The man said in his defense. He had an accent that Sharon had never heard before, and her curiosity was piqued.

Sharon noticed that the younger man's pants had a fresh coat of white paint from mid thigh to his boots.

"I don't need no fucking excuses! I need to finish this project under budget!" Said the older man. "And I can't do that with materials being rinsed down a fucking floor drain!"

The younger man, who Sharon noticed was short and stocky, and had very dark, black skin said something quietly and raised his hands, as if surrendering.

"Good! Now get the fuck outta here!" The boss told him. "Be back at 6 tomorrow. And no more fuck ups!"

The man turned dejectedly towards the gate, and Sharon slowed her pace. She timed it so that she was at the gate just as Rasheed was exiting. "Rough day, huh Rasheed?" She asked sympathetically.

The man mumbled, "Very rough." As he glanced at whoever had spoken to him. When he saw Sharon his eyes lit up with surprise. "Do I know you?" He asked.

Sharon smiled warmly at him and offered her hand. "I'm Sharon, and now you know me."

Rasheed warily shook her hand. His grip was strong, yet gentle. His hand dirty and rough. "I don't understand." He said in his accent.

She held his hand longer than necessary as she explained, "What is there to understand? You said you don't know me, and I introduced myself. Now we know each other's names."

"Yes, but why? What do you want?" Rasheed was wary, he'd never had a beautiful white woman approach him in the street simply for friendship.

Sharon maintained her friendly smile as she answered, "It's simple really. I love sucking cock. And you've obviously had a rough day. I think I can make you forget about it for a while, and you can give me something I love. It's a win, win! Don't you think?"

Rasheed was shocked, but he thought he understood the situation. He replied quickly, "I'm sorry, but I just started this job. I have not yet received my pay. I have no money for such things. And when I do get paid, it will all go to bring my mother over to America."

Sharon put her hand on Rasheed's arm and said patiently, "Oh honey, no, you don't need any money! I'm not a hooker. I honestly just love cock."

Rasheed looked at her with surprise, he'd never had a woman admit something like that so openly. But when Sharon took his arm to lead them down the street, he went willingly.

As they walked Sharon asked, "I'm curious about that accent. You speak English very well, but you obviously aren't from America." She hooked her arm through his and walked closely, her breast feeling the strength of his arm.

Rasheed explained that he was from Senegal, and had come over as a foreign exchange student. He was now taking engineering courses at night, and working to bring his mother over.

Sharon related that her grandfather had come over from Europe by himself also, and had worked hard to bring his family over too. She smiled at him and said it was a story as old as the first colonies, and that's why America was so great.

Rasheed looked at the pretty girl leading him down the street and decided not to mention the people who were brought over in chains, against their will. They had also contributed to the greatness of the country, but many were not appreciated for their efforts.

They came to an alleyway that ran between two businesses and Sharon stopped. "This looks good." She said. "We can go behind those dumpsters!" She was thinking about the dirty thrill she always got from sucking strange cock in a grimy alley, behind a dumpster.

But Rasheed was hesitant, he had been in the country long enough to know that anything that seemed too good to be true, probably is. For all he knew, this woman had friends waiting to take what little money he had with him.

"Oh, I don't think this is a good idea." He told her. "I have to catch my train home."

Sharon sensed his unease, and correctly guessed that he didn't trust her. "Look, I understand, you don't know me, and you have no reason to believe me. But I seriously only want to suck your dick."

"I only have enough money to catch my train. So...."

She interrupted him, "Rasheed, I told you that I don't care about money. If it will make you feel better, you pick the place. Really, I can make it fast, I'm REALLY good." She added with a lewd smile.

Rasheed thought about some of the young women he had met in college. Life in the United States had been a serious eye opener for him. This would not be the first white woman who wanted him because of his skin color.

Sharon waited patiently, watching the wheels turn in his head. Hoping his male hormones would win out. She was tempted to grope his crotch to help him decide, but didn't want to push the issue and freak him out.

Eventually Rasheed had an idea, he had thought of a place where he could feel safe, and they would have privacy. "I know, come with me." He told her.

Rasheed had decided that if he could enjoy this woman's offer, and feel safe, he could not pass it up. He led her across the street and made a right at the next intersection.

Sharon knew they were heading into the Village, and had no problem with the change of direction. She knew she could get back to Little Italy easily from there. It was just a slight detour for her. And she could get an appetizer before dinner.

"I have a friend who works down the street here, he lives upstairs, we can go there." Rasheed told her.

They walked together, arm in arm, looking like a couple to anyone who noticed them, down into the Village.

Eventually they came to a funky little music store, with posters of Jimi Hendrix, Phish, Dr. Dre and Stevie Wonder in the windows. Bob Marley music and the sweet smell of marijuana greeted them as they entered.

The shop was lined with rack after rack of vinyl records, and there were a few people browsing the vast inventory of classic rock, jazz, gospel, country and hip hop, and seemingly any other genre that can be found.

The patrons were just as diverse as the musical offerings, and few of them paid any attention to the equally dissimilar couple making their way to the back of the store.

The only exceptions were the men who paused to check out Sharon in her pretty dress, and a woman in a business suit who paused to check out both Sharon and Rasheed.

At the back of the store was an unmanned counter. Rasheed led Sharon there and spoke up, "James! James, where are you?" His deep African accent booming.

A blanket hanging in a doorway stirred and a tall black man with a well worn Jimmy Cliff tee-shirt came out. He had a small mustache and goatee, a huge smile, and very dilated eyes. Dreadlocks hung down from a multicolored, knitted hat.

Sharon looked him over, taking in his long lean frame, and his brilliant smile.

"Rasheed! Brotha, how you dooin'?" The man asked in a distinct Jamaican accent.

Sharon immediately had thoughts of sucking his dick too.

"I have been good my friend, good." Rasheed answered, "And how have you been."

"Brotha, I'm just livin' the dream!" James answered with a laugh, his lean, sinewy arms spread wide. "I got my ganja, I got music, I got everything I need!"

As he spoke he was checking out Sharon, obviously curious about her, and why she was with Rasheed. "And who is your beautiful friend here?"

Sharon spoke up when Rasheed stuttered, looking for a way to explain who she was. "Hi, I'm Sharon." She said, putting out her hand.

"Well, hello miss Sharon!" James replied enthusiastically as he took her hand and unabashedly looked her up and down.

"Rasheed and I just met." Sharon explained, smiling. "He had a rough day at work, and I volunteered to make his day a little better."

"Darlin', I believe you could make any man's day better!" James answered, still holding her hand. "But wait, you found a new job brothah."

"Yes, I have found a job in construction. Today was my first day. But I was carrying buckets of paint, and the handle broke on one, and I made a mess, and the paint is quite expensive. And my boss, he was not happy."

"OH noo, my brothah!" James answered, obviously concerned for his friend.

Sharon was watching the interaction of the two men. They were obviously close, but she couldn't figure out how. Other than their age, they seemed to have nothing in common.

"So how do you two know each other?" She finally asked.

Rasheed spoke up first, "We were in naturalization classes together, and we became Americans together!" His pride was quite obvious, and Sharon and James both smiled.

James blurted, "That's right sistah! We pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America!" He had his hand over his heart, and his smile was a mile wide.

"Well, congratulations both of you!" Sharon said enthusiastically. "I think you both deserve a special welcome present."

"Oh mon, I like special presents!" James replied with his eyebrows raised high. "What kind of special present do you have in mind sweet Sharon?" He again looked her body over thoroughly and asked, "Is it anything like what you plan to do to make my friend's day better?"

"It is exactly the same!" Sharon said, before looking over her shoulder to make sure no one could hear, "I want to suck both of your cocks!"

"Well then, as the saying goes, I Love This Country!" James answered, loudly and with a laugh, his hands again spread wide. Then, as Sharon smiled brightly up at him, James gestured to the blanket covered doorway and asked, "Would the lady care to step into my office?"

"The lady would!" Sharon replied. She took Rasheed by the hand as she started around the counter. As she passed under the blanket that James held up for her, Sharon added, "But what I am going to do to you both is not considered lady like."

"It's okay dear Sharon, we won't tell a soul." James replied, his smile seemingly bigger than ever.

The room behind the blanket was not very big, and seemingly cramped with a worn out couch along one wall. A cluttered desk across from it. The far wall had a rack of sound equipment, the obvious source of the music playing throughout the store. A beat up looking guitar leaned against the rack, with a cord plugged in to one of the components.

On the desk Sharon noticed the source of the marijuana smell, a bong sat beside an overflowing ashtray. She noticed that some of the butt's had filters, while some were hand rolled.

"Would you like to sit down?" James asked with a wave of his hand toward the couch, in full gentleman mode. "Something special to smoke perhaps?"

"No, I don't think so." Sharon answered. She placed herself between the two men and dropped to her knees. "I'll be good right here."

"Okay then!" James answered, already starting to unbuckle his belt.

Rasheed hesitated, seeming shy and unsure of himself. Sharon reached for his belt buckle and smiled up at him, "Here Rasheed, let me help you."

As she worked on opening Rasheed's pants, she saw James drop his to the floor out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but look over to see what he was bringing to the party.

She wasn't disappointed, James was already almost six inches long, and he was stroking it to bring himself to his full hardness. She smiled up at him before finishing with Rasheed's pants.

Sharon was careful, in case the paint on Rasheed's pants wasn't dry yet. She didn't want to get any on her pretty dress. But when she got his pants and boxers down to his ankles, she forgot all about the paint.

Rasheed was huge! His cock was still semi erect, but already pushing seven thick inches. He had a huge mess of pubic hair from his belt line to his huge balls.

Sharon wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke him to its full size, while reaching out to grasp James too.

As Rasheed grew, his cock looked even bigger as Sharon's pale white hand tried to encircle the dark, black, uncircumcised shaft.

James spoke up with astonishment, "Good god brotha! With a cock like that, you can forget about construction, you should be working in porn!"

Rasheed looked bashful as Sharon laughed and agreed. She stroked him and as she leaned in, she caught a whiff of his sweat from his day's labor.

Her mouth watered as she pulled back his foreskin and ran her tongue around the still growing crown of his coal black cock. Rasheed groaned in appreciation.

Not wanting to forget James she turned her head and licked his pointy head. She noted that he was trimmed down, his pubes were very short, making his narrow seven inches look even longer.

James was already hard as steel. His milk chocolate colored cock was slender, with every vein protruding. He had a slight upward curve, and as she jacked him off, a drop of precum began forming at the tip.

Sharon smiled at him before licking the tip of his prick again, leaving a string of precum connecting his dick to her mouth.

She leaned back on her heals and looked at the two pricks she was stroking. The contrast of her white skin and the two cocks, both so different from the other in size and color was very erotic.

Sharon reflected that she hadn't had any black cock since her last trip to the city, or two cocks at once either, for that matter. She was going to enjoy this.

She couldn't deny herself any longer, she took Rasheed's fat cock in her mouth and growled her satisfaction as he moaned.

Stroking James with her right hand, she took as much of Rasheed in her mouth as she could before starting to bob her head. She used her left hand to stroke him at the base, the part of his cock that she couldn't reach with her mouth.

After a minute of this, she switched to James. He too moaned in appreciation, and she stroked Rasheed with her left hand while she worked on James.

The difference in the two men thrilled her. The size, smell and taste of the two was dramatic, and she enjoyed both equally.

By now Rasheed was over his shyness and was as hard as iron, and quite impressive. Sharon stuffed as much of his huge cock into her mouth as she could and continued to stroke the rest.

When her jaw began to tire, she switched off to James and worked on him for awhile while still jacking off Rasheed.

She maintained eye contact with whoever she had in her mouth at the time, knowing that was a big turn on for guys.

James occasionally couldn't help but compliment her skills, while Rasheed simply moaned and groaned.

Sharon got into an easy rhythm, taking each man for a few moments before switching to the other. And soon they were both getting close.

They were starting to rock their hips in time with her mouth, and oozing precum, which she gladly swallowed down.

Just when she thought she had Rasheed about to blow, they heard a woman's voice say, "When you're done there, I'd like to buy this album."

All three of them jumped in surprise. They had been so caught up in what they were doing that they hadn't even heard the woman enter the room.

Sharon realized it was the woman she had seen browsing the albums when she entered the store.

She was dressed in a grey power suit, with black heels, nylons, a tight skirt, and a jacket over a white button down shirt. Her blonde hair was up in a bunch, and she looked like she just came from Wall Street, or a corporate office downtown.

She also wore a lewd smile on her face. It was obvious she wasn't shocked or disgusted by what she was seeing. She was turned on by it.

Sharon looked the woman in the eye and said, "He'll be right with you." She said it in a perfectly professional manner, as if she was a fellow employee and asking a customer to wait while her coworker finished with another customer.

Sharon's hunch that the woman was aroused by the scene proved to be true when she stepped over to the desk and spun the ratty old chair around, saying, "No problem, I'll wait right here if no one minds."

With that, she set her purse and the vinyl record she was holding on the desk and hiked up her expensive looking skirt to reveal the tops of her taupe, thigh high stockings and a pair of skimpy black panties.

Sitting on the front edge of the old chair she leaned back and spread her lean legs wide. In a second her hands were in her crotch, her long delicate looking fingers pulling her panties aside and beginning to strum her lips.

Sharon, James and Rasheed were now the ones who were shocked and aroused. The men were aroused by the impromptu show, the second sexual surprise of the day.

Sharon was aroused by the opportunity to show off her skills. She had been watched sucking cock many times before, and always got a thrill from it. It made her feel like a porn star. Again she thought about her sister.

"Please, continue." The woman said, looking at Sharon as she drug her manicured fingers up between the thick folds of her labia.

Sharon wasted no time getting back to her routine. She went to Rasheed first, as his erection was flagging from the interruption. James on the other hand, literally as well as figuratively, seemed to be harder, if possible, from the sight of this beautiful woman masturbating.

Sharon sucked on Rasheed's cock, swirling her tongue around the fat head after pulling back his foreskin. She looked up at him, but he was watching the new woman playing with her pussy.

Sharon didn't mind, as long as it helped Rasheed give her what she wanted, his load of cum. She realized that Rasheed was coming back to full size quickly, he was obviously enjoying the show.

She switched back to James, looking over at the woman as she turned her head, and they made eye contact again, and smiled at each other.

Sharon knew they had a common interest. She sensed that this woman was not just a voyeur, but she was also an avid cocksucker.

She took James into her mouth and he moaned when she began to suck, bobbing her head and swirling her tongue around his cockhead on the backstroke.

She noticed that James was also watching the new woman, and looked at her out of the corner of her eye as she worked on James.

The woman was now biting her lower lip and holding her pussy open with one hand so she could strum her clit with the other.

Sharon switched off to Rasheed again, and again made eye contact with the woman as she turned her head. She thought she saw more than arousal in her eyes. She saw envy.

She kept her face towards the woman and ran her open mouth down the side of Rasheed's thick shaft.

As she went down and back up the hefty cock, Sharon watched the woman lick her lips. She thought about the times she shared with her sister, side by side, sucking strange cock.

She had thought about it earlier in her trip, and realized she missed it. The camaraderie, the shared passion for something that was supposed to be so taboo. It had always upped the excitement level.

So Sharon leaned back on her heals, still holding the two hard dicks, jacking them off slowly as she looked at this stranger that she felt she understood, and asked, "Want some?"

A smile grew on the woman's face, and without hesitation she answered, "Yes please!"

She practically slinked off the squeaky old desk chair and walked on her knees the few feet that separated her from the objects of her desire.

"Can I start with the fat one?" She asked, looking up at Rasheed, who's eyes were about to bug out of his head.

He was speechless, he couldn't believe what was happening. In fact Rasheed had been mostly quite since they had arrived at James' record store.

He had been in America for six years, and there were still things that surprised him. He knew that women were still stoned to death in the rural parts of his country for acts such as this, yet these women were eager to do it.

And not being a very religious man, Rasheed enjoyed every second of it. There was so much about America that was different from home, and promiscuous women were at the top of the list.

As these thoughts raced through his head, Sharon had said, "Sure! Are we going to switch off?"

The new woman looked at James with her lewd smile and said, "Oh, definitely!" She placed herself facing Sharon with James on her left and Rasheed on her right.

Sharon pointed Rasheed's cock at the woman and she wrapped her hand around Sharon's and opened her mouth wide to take him in.

She wrapped her left hand around Sharon's right one, at the base of James' cock and started sucking Rasheed while Sharon went back to sucking James.

Both women moaned in appreciation of the hard male flesh in their mouths, and both men echoed their moaning with appreciation of their skills.

After sucking their respective dicks for awhile, the new woman looked at Sharon and asked, "Switch?"

Sharon pulled her mouth off James and answered, "Sure." Turning her head back to Rasheed while her new partner wrapped her lips around James.

And so it went, the two women sucking the two men, back and forth. Stroking them with the new woman's hands wrapped around Sharon's at the base of each cock.

Soon, while Sharon was sucking Rasheed, she heard the unmistakable "glk" of her partner gagging. Looking over out of the corner of her eye she saw the other woman taking James nearly to her hand.

The woman backed off momentarily, and went right back to it, not stopping until her lips were touching Sharon's hand.

Intrigued, and impressed, Sharon stopped sucking Rasheed and moved her hand out of the way.

After another pause with only the head of James' cock in her mouth, the woman went all the way to the base of his long dick, until her chin was touching his balls.

She paused then, making an obscene sound in her throat. James groaned, "OH Mon! So fucking good!"

After a moment, the woman backed off again, this time taking the now slimy dick completely out of her mouth. As she gasped for air, thick strands of saliva stretched between her lips and James' swollen cock.

She paused briefly, gasping air into her lungs before lunging forward again to swallow the long, milk chocolate colored prick.

Again, this woman, who probably spent her days in the corporate world, for all intents and purposes a complete professional, took his prick to the hilt.

And again she made those same noises with her throat. Noises that would normally sound disgusting, but came across in this situation as salacious. She maintained eye contact with James the whole time, as he moaned and cussed under his breath.

When she backed off again she looked at Sharon with a smirk, her lips covered in her own saliva, which were still connected to James' cock with thick strands.

"Very impressive!" Sharon said to her.

"Thanks." The woman said, adding with a giggle, "You can never say I didn't learn anything in college!"

The two women laughed together, still stroking the two men, and the new woman said to Sharon, "I'm Jill, by the way."

Sharon replied, "Hi Jill, I'm Sharon. And this is James and Rasheed. " She shook each cock in turn as she introduced the two men.

Jill looked up at them and smiled, saying to the group, "Hi guys, thanks for inviting me to your little party."

"You are more than welcome Jill!" James answered, her name sounding like 'Jeel". Rasheed stuttered, "he. Hello."

"We should probably finish this. Other customers might want to buy something." Sharon commented.

"You're right." Replied Jill, before asking, "Do you swallow Sharon?"

"Of course!" Sharon answered with a laugh, "It's my reward for a job well done."

"Me too. But don't swallow it right away, okay?" Jill asked. " Keep it in your mouth until we're both done."

"Okay." Sharon answered, thinking that Jill wanted to show each other their mouthful before they swallowed, like her and her sister used to do.

With that Jill turned to Rasheed and began to blow him again, while Sharon went back to sucking James.

She watched Jill from the corner of her eye, she wanted to see if she could take his huge cock into her throat too.

And Jill certainly did try. But Rasheed's cock was just too fat, she could not get it into her throat. But her efforts were appreciated by Rasheed, who's deep moaning were a testament to the pleasure of Jill's attention.

Her gagging, and the thick strands of saliva that connected her mouth to his thick, uncircumcised cock every time she backed off were quite erotic.

Sharon and Jill sucked their respective men for a bit before trading off again. They watched each other, and pulled out all the stops, trying to get the men to cum.

They fondled their balls, and massaged their taints. They rubbed the black cocks on their faces while making eye contact and begging the men to, "Cum for me!" "Give me your cum baby!" and, "Cum in my mouth, I want it!"

Soon the men were showing signs of their impending climaxes. Their moaning increased, their hips began to push forward, shoving their respective pricks deeper into the women's mouths.

Rasheed was the first to give up his offering. Sharon was rolling her tongue around his head while stroking the base of his shaft, while Jill tickled the back of his ball sack with her manicured nails.

"I, I, OH, I am going to..." And then with a roar from deep in his chest he erupted. Sharon wrapped her lips around his cockhead just in time for the first blast, and it nearly choked her with it's velocity and volume.

His hips jerked as he shot rope after rope of thick cum into Sharon's mouth. She fought the natural instinct to swallow, remembering Jill's request. And Rasheed's massive load overflowed her mouth, dribbling out of the corners of her bright red lips.

Jill and James watched the carnal scene, hearing Rasheed moaning, and Sharon gagging on his seed, seeing the excess flooding from her mouth.

"OH wow, mon!" James uttered under his breath as he watched the jizz dripping down Sharon's chin.

Jill jacked his cock straight at her face and told him, "Your turn James. Give me your cum!"

Then she inhaled his long prick again, all the way to the base, and began to work it with her throat and tongue.

"Oh fuck girlie!" James groaned, and let loose his cum.

Jill had just enough time to back off, not letting his load shoot down her throat, but catching it on her tongue.

She stroked the base of his shaft and tickled his balls as she sucked his cum from the head of his cock.

When James was done he collapsed onto the old, worn couch with a gasp and a curse.

Jill turned to the other pair and saw Rasheed on his knees, his eyes closed and a peaceful smile on his coal black face.

Sharon was looking at her with a proud smirk, her lips and chin covered in cum.

Again thinking that Jill wanted to show each other their mouthful, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. More thick globs dripped out, and she was about to swallow when Jill reached around her head and drew her in to kiss her.

Sharon was caught completely by surprise. Her first thought was, "What the fuck? I don't kiss girls!" But when Jill pushed her tongue into Sharon's mouth, she realized that she could suddenly taste James along with Rasheed in her mouth.

Sharon knew that all men's cum tasted different, so when she had one flavor in her mouth and suddenly another flavor was pushed in with it, it was a rush to her senses. And she loved it!

She realized right away what Jill was doing, and she just went with it. She pushed her own tongue, coated with Rasheed's cum, into Jill's mouth, and the two women were soon blending the two flavors together as their tongues wrangled.

The kiss was sloppy, and to Sharon's surprise, very passionate. She was enjoying the mixture of cum, and nearly started giggling when she thought that they were making a cum cocktail!

But she also couldn't deny that Jill was a great kisser. It occurred to her that she might even enjoy kissing her without all the jizz.

They heard Rasheed mumble something about Allah just as Jill proceeded to lick Sharon's lips and chin.

Jill still had a hand on the back of Sharon's head, and now Sharon felt another hand gently caress her hip before sliding up to fondle her tit.

She moaned, despite herself, she was breathless from the kiss, and sucking cock always turned her on, so she knew her nipples were already hard, she could feel them brushing against Jill's suit jacket. But she'd never had the urge for other women. She always told herself that she loved cock too much.

But when Jill kissed her way along Sharon's jawline, and licked her gently under her ear, Sharon moaned again.

James blurted, "Fuck yeah, girl!" Just before they heard a bell jingle. It reminded Sharon of the old fashioned bell on a store counter that a customer could use to call for service. And that was exactly what it was.

James cussed hotly as he began to pull up his pants, and a distinct New York accent yelled from beyond the blanket, "Hey, anybody work here? I got a train to catch!"

James told them, You girls keep going, I'll be right back!" And Rasheed looked at a clock on the wall and realized he too had a train to catch, and got up to drag his pants up too.

He mumbled an apology and a thank you and scurried under the blanket and through the doorway behind James.

The disruption of the other people were enough to break the spell Sharon had been falling under. She was awash in emotions, but decided that if she was going to explore the world of Sapphic love, this was neither the time or the place for it.

Sharon pushed Jill away gently, gasping, "Stop! I, I don't...."

Jill sat back on her high heels and wiped her chin with her hand, a devilish grin on her face. "Don't like women?" She asked.

"No, I, I never really thought about it." Sharon answered as she stood and wiped her own face with her hand. She suddenly felt very shy, alone with a woman she'd just met, who had made her confused.

Jill stood and smiled as she grabbed her purse and fished out a travel pack of tissues. As she pulled two out and handed them to Sharon, she observed, "Maybe you should think about it. You were really into our kiss. And you obviously liked what I was doing."

"I, yeah, I," Sharon fumbled for words as she wiped her face dry. Looking around, she said, "But here? Now?"

"Why not?" Jill answered. "It was a good enough place to suck dick. And anyway, sometimes spontaneous sex in an unlikely place can be a real rush!" As she said this, she reached out and ran her finger tips ever so gently along Sharon's jawline, just where she had kissed her moments before.

"Yeah, I know." Sharon shuddered at the touch. "But.... I was on my way to get some Italian. And...." Jill's fingers slipped under Sharon's ear and down her neck. "And anyway..." Another shudder, while a blush formed up her chest and across her cheeks. "I don't like girls that way."

Jill stepped slightly closer and said so softly that Sharon could barely hear her, "You seem to like me touching you though." She traced the neckline of Sharon's dress and added, "And you definitely liked kissing me."

Sharon was practically shaking now. She couldn't deny what Jill was saying, but she couldn't process what she was feeling, it was happening too fast.

When Jill stepped closer, until their tits were touching ever so slightly, and returned her hand to Sharon's neck, Sharon's breath caught in her chest.

Sharon was aroused, she couldn't deny it, and she searched for something to say. She suddenly felt like she should be doing something with her hands, but the only thing she could think to do with them would be to place them on Jill's hips.

Before she could process that, James burst back through the curtain. "Alright ladies! What did I miss?!" His big smile gleaming.

"Nothing!" Sharon blurted.

More controlled, Jill added, "You didn't miss anything James. But could you give us another minute, please?"

Obviously disappointed, James answered, "Of course! Take all the time you need." He pointed out towards the blanket hanging in the doorway and added, "I'll be right out here. Call me if you need anything."

Jill chuckled at that and dismissed him with, "Thank you James. We will.

The spell now broken, Sharon said, "Look, can we get out of here?" She thought about Carlo, and her plans for her next stop, but was suddenly reminded of the camaraderie of sharing a cock with another woman. She asked Sharon, "Do you like Italian?"