The Mondrian (Ch. 2)

Me and my girlfriend Coco are having a weekend stay-cation in a luxurious room at the Mondrian in West Hollywood. (continued)

As I sit in the chair, sipping a cocktail, watching the aftermath of Coco and my neurotic, yet really nice guy friend Scott's close encounter, I couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and arousal.

As I've mentioned time and time again, I love to watch. I know it's a result from growing up as part of the Adult Movie generation, where you could rent adult films from video stores, staying out of the weird, dirty and sometimes dangerous porn theaters in NYC, so as a young man, I rented a lot of videos.

I was used to couples sharing each other's partners, I was used to women having anal sex like it was a regular act. I was used to seeing women getting DP'ed. I was used to seeing girl on girl action. I wasn't sure if these were good or bad traits, they were just part of my reality.

Coco, ever the dominant one, was still in charge, her hand gently stroking Scott's semi-erect cock, trying to coax it back to life. Scott looks over at me, then back at Coco, a slight blush on his cheeks. Out of the blue, he decides to apologize for climaxing too quickly.

"It's okay, Scott," Coco purrs, her voice a sultry melody. "I know you couldn't control it with this butt plug in my ass," she says, winking at me. "But I'm not done with you yet."

She leans down and kisses him, her tongue exploring his mouth as she continued to stroke him. Scott's embarrassment doesn't seem to fade, but he responds to her touch.

I watch, fascinated with this newly unleashed 'domme' attitude within Coco. I liked seeing Coco seem to take more and more control, her confidence and dominance on full display as she toys with Scott's emotions and body. I don't believe she was trying to humiliate him, but, she was on a new mission with different energy.

Coco slowly reaches down and pulls the butt plug out of her ass, runs the tip across Scott's dick, up his torso, his chest, then eventually placing it in his mouth as he wrapped his lips around the chubby phallus.

Coco eventually removes it from his mouth, then tosses the butt plug across the bed.

"You like that?", she purred out.

Scott didn't say a word, just nodded his head yes as she continued to stroke his cock back to life.

"I want you to taste me!", Coco again purred out in a breathy, sultry voice that I hadn't really heard before.

Coco stands up and slips her dress completely off, then climbs back on the bed. She then proceeds to straddle Scott's face, scooting down and positioning herself so that her pink, puckered asshole is right in front of his mouth.

Coco smiles down at him, "I want you to eat my ass like a good little bitch," she purred out loud.

Scott's tongue delves deep into Coco's ass, exploring every inch of her with a hunger that borders on feral. He licks and probes, his tongue stiff and insistent, circling her tight hole before spearing inside, tasting her most intimate depths. Her clear, slippery juices coat his tongue, a sticky, sweet treat that he laps up.

Coco leans down, taking his rock-hard cock once again in her mouth, tasting the river of pre-cum that leaks from the tip.

His hands grip her asscheeks, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, opening her up as he feasts on her ass, his tongue relentless in its exploration.

Eventually she turns into a trembling, moaning mess, her body convulsing as she cries out her orgasm. Her clear juices ooze into his eager mouth, a flood of sticky sweetness that he laps up greedily, his tongue never stopping its relentless assault on her ass.

As Coco moans loudly during her extended anal orgasm, that caused Scott to react even more with a groan as he thrust his hips up, fucking her mouth eagerly.

As Coco comes down from her cum high, she turns around, a wicked smile on her face. "Fuck, that was amazing," she murmurs, her voice hoarse. "But I'm not done with you yet."

She straddles him again, positioning his cock at her entrance, and slowly impales herself on him, both of them moaning at the intense sensation.

"Now, fuck me like you mean it," she demands, her voice a low growl as his dick disappears inside her.

Coco's pussy, already soaking wet and slick with his residual cum, envelops him in a hot, tight embrace. As she begins to ride him, the sounds of their fucking fill the room, the wet slapping of their bodies coming together, the squelching of her pussy as it takes him deep.

The residual sperm in her pussy begins to mix with her fresh arousal, creating a frothy, white mess that bubbles and foams with each of Scott's powerful thrusts from below. Coco rides him like a cowgirl, her hips rolling and grinding, her body moving with a sensual rhythm that has them both panting and moaning.

She leans back, placing her hands on his thighs for leverage, and bounces on his cock, taking him deeper and deeper, her breasts heaving with the effort. Scott's hands grip her hips, helping to lift and drop her body onto his cock with a force that has them both crying out in pleasure.

After a few more intense bounces, Coco stops, her body trembling with exertion and arousal. She looks down at the frothy mess that coats Scott's cock, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She leans down and, with slow, deliberate licks, cleans his cock, tasting the mixture of their cum and her arousal, the sticky, salty, and sweet flavors exploding in her mouth.

She gathers it all, sucking and licking until his cock is clean, then spits the frothy mess into his mouth. Scott swallows obediently.

Coco smirks, then slides back down and impales herself on his cock once more, but this time, she sets a slower, more torturous pace. She rises up, almost dismounting him completely, before sliding back down, taking him inch by inch. She grinds her clit against his pubic bone, her movements slow and deliberate.

Scott groans loudly, his body tensing as he tries to hold back his orgasm. Coco leans down, her breath hot on his ear as she whispers, "Not so fast this time, Scott."

She sits up, her hands on his chest, and begins to ride him in earnest, her body moving with a purpose, her suddenly eyes lock on mine, a dominant smirk playing on her lips.

She lifts and drops, lifts and drops, her body slapping against his, the room filling with the sounds of their passion, their moans.

Suddenly, their sound of pleasure was interrupted by the sound of the hotel room phone ringing. Not wanting to interrupt, I let it ring, but it didn't stop. Coco stopped bouncing and shot a look at me that caused me to jump up, then dashed over to the desk where it obnoxiously rang.

I turned out to be the front desk calling. My friend Carl was in the lobby arguing with the staff because he didn't have the room number in order to put his car through valet. I handled it immediately, but the interruption messed up the vibe.

I opened the door wide enough to see Carl walk up a few moments later, a mischievous grin immediately spread on his face. He takes one look at the scene before him--Coco, naked and glistening with sweat, straddling Scott as if it's the most normal thing in the world. "Well, well, well," he drawls, stepping into the room. "Looks like Scott finally has got his groove back."

Closing the door behind him, Carl walks over to Coco, leans down, kissing her deeply before moving to her breasts, giving each a playful peck. "Hello, gorgeous," he murmurs, his hands cupping her ass as he gives it a gentle squeeze. "And hello to you too, beautiful," he adds, his voice a low rumble as he leans in and kisses her ass cheek.

Coco laughs, swatting him playfully. "Carl, you're such an idiot," she teases.

Scott, meanwhile, is a getting more frustrated from the effort of holding back his orgasm. "Fuck off Carl, you're such a cockblock," Scott groans, his voice hoarse with desire.

Carl just laughs, slapping him on his foot, "You know me, always fucking it up for everybody," he says with amusement.

Coco, forever the attention-seeker, slides off of Scott's cock and takes him into her mouth. She begins to suck and lick him, her head bobbing up and down. Then she stops and begins to tongue the base of his dick as a small river of pre-cum begins to pour out from the tip.

"Mmm, someone's eager to pop," Carl comments, a smirk on his face. "You should see the look on your face, Scott. It's priceless," he teases, his laughter filling the room.

Coco pulls off of Scott's cock, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his shaft. "Leave him alone, Carl," she says, her voice a low purr. "He's doing just fine." She turns back to Scott, taking him deep into her throat, her hands working his shaft in tandem with her mouth.

Carl watches with amusement and arousal. "You two are something else," he says, shaking his head. "I'm going to go smoke a joint on the balcony. You two keep doing... whatever this is."

With that, he turns and walks out onto the balcony, leaving Coco and Scott to their passionate interlude. I follow Carl out, and he pulls out a large pre-roll joint, offering it to me.

"Want to light up this?" Carl asks, his voice a low rumble. "I think we could both use a little relaxation after that performance."

I take the joint from him, lighting it up and taking a deep drag, the sweet smoke filling my lungs. "You're such a fucking jokester, Carl," I say, passing the joint back to him. "You know Scott hasn't had a girlfriend in like.. how many years? We're doing him a favor. Well, she is the one doing him a favor, a few favors I see."

As Coco continues to tease and torture Scott, she turns her attention to me, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she sucks and licks Scott's cock.

"So, what do you want for dinner, babe?" she asks, her voice a low purr, her lips vibrating around Scott's shaft, sending shivers down his spine.

Leaning against the doorframe, watching the scene unfold, a smirk on my face from the absurdity of it all. "I'm not sure, baby. Dinner for four at this hotel is going to cost a fortune," I reply, my eyes never leaving hers.

Coco pulled off of Scott's cock, a string of clear pre-cum and saliva connecting her lips to his shaft. She licks her lips, tasting him. "We should just order Uber Eats then. I could go for a burrito," she sings out.

Coco turns back to Scott, taking him deep into her throat, her hands working his shaft in tandem with her mouth. Scott moans trying to hold back his orgasm.

Coco pulls off again, a large dollop of pre-cum pouring from his cock, which she eagerly laps up, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.

"Yeah, Mexican it is," I confirm, my voice a low rumble. "What do you guys feel like having?" I ask, watching as Coco continues to suck and lick Scott, her head bobbing up and down, her hands gripping his thighs for leverage.

"Mmm, shrimp burrito" Coco murmurs, pulling off of Scott's cock again, her breath ragged. "No beans or rice." She turns back to Scott, taking him deep into her throat once more.

"Got it! Coming right up Mistress Coco," I say, my voice a low rumble.

Coco nods, pulling Scott's cock out of her mouth, "Sounds perfect, babe," she says, her voice a low purr. "Now, excuse me while I continue with my subordinate."

She turns back to Scott, taking him deep into her throat once more, her hands working his shaft, her mouth sucking and licking, her tongue swirling around the tip.

In the forefront of my thoughts, no matter how high or drunk I was, I couldn't help come to the realization that we've reach a new level of debauchery and I was loving every minute of it. I was digging Coco's blatant attempt at "edging" Scott to the point of no return.

Carl passed me the joint and I took a long pull as he inquired if we had any water. Knowing we brought a 12-pack, I shuffled through my bag and grabbed one for him. He then pulled out a blue, triangular shaped pill and popped one in his mouth.

"You want one?" Carl asked as I looked at him inquisitively.

Not one ever really use Viagra, I figured, why not? "Sure," I replied as he handed me one from a small tin Altoids box from his pocket.

I didn't need to take it currently, so I put it to the side. "What do you want to eat, besides Coco?" I asked Carl calmly.

"Just order me whatever you're getting", he responded.

I turned to Scott, who looked like he was being tortured with his face turning beet red as Coco continued to massage his dick slowly. "Scott! What do you want for dinner?"

He mustered out a few coherent words, "A veggie burrito".

I turned and went back out on the balcony with Carl and ordered the food on my phone. Once I was done, I was curious why Carl wasn't watching the show Coco was giving us.

"You don't like what you see?" I asked sincerely.

"No, I love it, but I'm waiting for my V to kick in", he responded.

As the sun started to set over the West side, I stood in the doorway, smoked and watched as Coco continues her relentless edging of Scott. She seemed to be taking her time, bringing him to the brink of orgasm only to back off at the last second, leaving him a trembling, desperate mess.

Scott moaned under his breath, "Please, let me cum."

"Not yet, baby boy," she purrs, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, tasting the abundant pre-cum that leaks from him.

Carl, leaned on the other part of the balcony door with a mischievous grin, chiming in, "Dude, you're leaking like a fountain over there. When's the last time you got some?"

Scott glares at him, but his retort is cut off as Coco takes him deep into her throat, her hands working his shaft with expert precision. Coco pops his dick out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, and turns to Carl with a smirk.

"He's leaking because he's enjoying it, Carl. It's a sign of how much he's loving this. Isn't that right, Scott?" Scott nods eagerly, his body trembling with need.

"He's a mess." Coco beamed with pride, turning back to Scott and resuming her torturous pace. "That's right, baby. You're my little toy, aren't you? My little fuck toy to use as I please." Scott nods, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm.

This dance of edging continues for what feels like an eternity, at least 20 minutes of pure torture for Scott, who is now a quivering mess of need and desperation.

Through it all, Coco maintains her dominant control, her conversation with Carl and me never wavering, her voice a low purr as she discusses dinner plans while using Scott's body for her own pleasure.

"You're doing so well, baby," she coos, pulling off of his cock to let him catch his breath. "Just a little longer, and then I'll let you cum. I promise." Scott nods, his body trembling with anticipation, his cock throbbing and leaking, a pathetic, desperate sight that Coco finds utterly satisfying.

"I'm so proud of you, Scott," she whispers, leaning down to kiss him gently on the lips. "You're my good little toy."

As Carl and I entered the room and sat in the chairs facing the bed, the atmosphere in the room became more electric with anticipation.

Coco, ever the dominatrix, climbs onto Scott, positioning herself on top on base of his cock which saw lying flat on his pelvis. She slowly begins to slide her wet folds along the length of his shaft, the glistening pre-cum and her own arousal creating a slick, sensual friction.

"Fuck, Coco," he groans, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm.

Coco leans back slightly, reaches down and grabs his cock, her grip firm and commanding. "Not so fast, baby," she purrs, but it was too late.

With a final, shuddering moan, Scott's body tenses, and a massive amount of cum shoots out of his cock, arching into the air and landing on Coco's chest, stomach, and crotch. He continues to spurt, the force and volume of his orgasm surprising even Coco, who quickly impales herself on his cock to capture the rest of his release.

"That's it, baby boy," she coos, her voice a low, satisfied purr as she rides him, using his own cum as lubricant, her body moving with a purpose.

Scott's body shakes and trembles beneath her. Coco, not one to be outdone, begins to rub her clit in fast, circular motions, her body tensing as she chases her own orgasm. Within moments, she's crying out, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over her.

As her orgasm subsides, Coco collapses onto Scott's chest, both of them a sweaty, spent mess.

Carl and I applaud their performance, a genuine round of applause for the erotic spectacle they've just put on. Scott, looking bashful and satisfied, stands up and grabs his pants, making his way to the restroom to clean up.

Coco lies on the bed, her body glistening with sweat and cum, a sweet pool of sperm bubbling out of her well-used pussy as she calms down from her intense orgasm.

"Fuck, that was hot," Carl comments, a grin on his face as he turns to me.

Just then, I get a notification that the Uber Eats driver has arrived, and I need to meet them downstairs. I stood up, giving Coco a smirk and a wink.

"Be right back, you two. Don't start anything else without me," I say, grabbing my wallet and heading for the door.

As I dash downstairs to meet the driver, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for what the rest of the evening has in store. We're just getting started, and I have a feeling that the night is far from over.

I grab the food and head back upstairs.

As I step back into the suite, the door clicks shut behind me, and I'm immediately greeted by the sounds of flesh meeting flesh. Coco is bent over the bed, her naked body glistening as Carl is behind her, his hips moving with a vigor and ease that speaks volumes about the viagra he took earlier. He's not in her pussy; he's fucking her ass, and from the looks of it, she's loving every minute of it.

Scott is seated in a chair in the corner of the room, smoking on a joint. Carl, fueled by the viagra, shows no signs of slowing down, his hips moving with a relentless rhythm. Coco's moans grow louder, her body tensing as she approaches her first orgasm.

I watch, fascinated, as her body shakes and trembles, her orgasm ripping through her. But Carl doesn't stop. He keeps going, his hips never missing a beat.

Coco's second orgasm hits her almost immediately, her body convulsing as she screams out her pleasure.

Carl finally slows down, a satisfied grin on his face as he pulls out, his cock still hard and glistening. He turns to me, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. I know you wanted to eat."

Carl turns his attention back to Coco, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he realizes he has an audience. "Shall I keep going?", he asks Coco.

She moans out a breathy yes as Carl starts to fuck Coco's ass with renewed vigor, his hips moving with a purposeful rhythm as if he's performing for Scott and me. The room fills with the obscene sounds of their bodies connecting, the wet slapping noise echoing off the walls. I instinctively turned on a some music on my phone, a sexy music playlist that will last for at least an hour.

I sit back in the chair with the best view of the bed, taking a slow drag from the joint. I watch as Carl expertly fucks Coco's ass. Coco's moans fill the room as she takes him deep in her ass which seems to be more giving and accommodating than ever.

Scott, sitting in the corner, watches intently, his eyes locked on the obscene dance before him. He strokes himself slowly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he takes in the sight.

Coco's juices are flowing, the evidence of her pleasure running down her legs. He leans up his head for a moment and looks over at me. "Coco is a fucking goddess," he says, his voice a low growl.

Coco stops him from moving as she takes this chance to catch her breath, her body trembling with exertion and pleasure.

Carl slips off his shirt and lays down on the bed, his cock still rock hard and standing at attention. Coco straddles him, then lowers herself onto him, her ass swallowing his cock whole, and begins to ride him with a purposeful rhythm, her favorite position, cowgirl, allowing her to take control.

I take another drag from the joint, the smoke filling my lungs as I watch Coco ride Carl with abandon, her hips rolling and grinding as she works for her next orgasm. Carl's hands grip her thighs, his hips meeting her thrust for thrust.

Coco's moans grow louder, her body tensing as she approaches her climax. "I'm close," she gasps, her voice barely recognizable. "So close."

Carl picks up the pace, his hips moving with a frenzy as he meets her thrusts.

Coco's orgasm hits her like a subway train, her body convulsing as she screams out her pleasure. She collapses forward.

Carl, not one to be outdone, grips her hips tightly and thrusts up into her, his own release building. With a final grunt, he comes, his cock and balls pulsing as he fills her anal canal with his hot cum.

Coco and Carl come down from their intense session. Coco collapses onto bed, her body slick with sweat and cum, a contented smile playing on her lips.

I take one last drag from the joint, the smoke curling up and dissipating in the air, before stubbing it out in the ashtray. I lean back in my chair, a satisfied grin on my face as I take in the scene before me.

Scott, still in the corner, finally lets out a low chuckle, a smile spreading across his face as he shakes his head. "Fuck, that was hot," he says, his voice hoarse with spent desire.

Coco lifts her head, a lazy smile on her face as she looks over at us. "You guys are insane," she says, her voice a soft purr. "But I fucking loved it."

Carl chuckles, his chest rumbling beneath her. "We're insane?" he says, giving her a squeeze. "Tonight was just the appetizer."

"Speaking of appetizers," I say, standing up and grabbing the Uber Eats bag. "Who's hungry?"

Everyone groans in agreement, the room filling with laughter as we all realize just how ravenous we are.

I hand out the individual meals, and we all dig in, our hunger taking over. The room is filled with the sounds of chewing and laughing, the tension from earlier dissipating as we all relax and enjoy each other's company.

Coco, her energy spent, starts to doze off after eating.

Carl smiles down at her, a soft look in his eyes as he strokes her hair. "Someone's worn out," he says, a chuckle in his voice.

Scott grins, "Well, it has been a wild night," he says, standing up and stretching. "I'm gonna head out and give you three some space."

With that, he leaves the suite, closing the door behind him.

I finish my food, my eyes already feeling heavy. "I think I'm gonna crash too," I say, standing up and stretching. "That was... incredible."

Carl grins, a knowing look in his eyes. "Dude, I'm still horny believe it or not," he says, giving me a pat on the back as he walks past me to the door. "Sweet dreams, man. I'll hopefully see you two tomorrow."

With that, he's gone, leaving me alone with Coco, her soft snores filling the room. I climb into bed beside my favorite nympho, pulling her close as I drift off to sleep, a contented smile on my face.