Buchanan turned away from a sight he now found faintly disgusting. While he himself was fucking her, with her turning on like a vixen in heat, he had enjoyed looking at her passionately contorted face, but now, watching her excitement and body actions with the Arab's nondescript, circumcised cock, he felt a tiny pang of jealousy. She was one little hot-cunt bitch, he thought. Might as well get some mileage out of the sweet little pussy while the fires in it were lit, if she was going to forget so easily whose cock was reaming it.
Sid dressed and walked out into the party area, crossing to the dance floor and standing up on the bandstand so he could see all around the room and find the guest he was looking for. Then he saw him, Reg Fields, dancing with his lumpy wife. Reg controlled the funds from the consortium, the third part of the money that was going to capitalize the deal he was working on. Bounding down from the platform, he weaved his way between the dancing couples to Reg's side. Reg was a fat, jowly bastard, but he controlled a lot of capital and Sid thought, yes, they could really cement the deal now in a special way.
He took the pair aside and made conversation with them, flattering the unattractive woman and joking with her husband. "Ruth," Sid said to the man's wife after about fifteen minutes. "Could you excuse us? I've got some important business to discuss with Reg." He watched the smile on her face fade slightly as she nodded and moved away to the punchbowl. "Follow me, Reg."
Reg looked up at Sid with bloodshot, droopy, basset hound eyes. "Don't tell me something has gone wrong," he said, walking beside Buchanan toward the study. "I mean, I'm committed to the deal and if anything happens wrong, I'll have to pay penalties."
"No chance of that, Reg," Sid assured him. "Not now." He opened the door quietly and Reg came into the study, standing silently for a moment before he noticed what was happening. His mouth dropped open and he stared at the two people on the couch. The lovely, blonde girl's legs were sticking up in the air as the swarthy man moved on her, her incredibly well-formed breasts jarring on her chest with each deep stroke, his dark-skinned cock clearly visible stroking in and out of her tender, fat-lipped, hair-fringed vagina.
"For fuck sakes!" Reg breathed in awe. "Isn't that… isn't that Mark Denning's singing wife?" He had seen her at the last party and had much admired her musical virtuosity.
Sid made a show of looking and noticing. "Well, I'll be damned, I do believe it is."
Sid had never seen the fat man's eyes so wide. "But, that isn't Denning there with her."
The other man shook his head knowingly. "No, it's not. Looks to me like she's taking all comers."
"Well," Reg said incredulously, "it looks like she is."
Buchanan nodded. "How'd you like a turn? Just to christen our deal."
"Who, me? No, you don't mean…"
"Sure. You're not averse, are you?"
Reg was speechless for a moment and then, after a disbelieving hesitation, began undressing. "Haven't had anything like that for years."
"Kind of a way to bring all parties together on the deal. You see, politician's wives do have their uses."
While Reg bared his shapeless body, they watched the erotic action on the couch, and were startled by the sudden cries of al-Mazkum.
"I'm cumming – oh, you little, Christian bitch, you're making my cock shoot! Fuck harder! Fuck harder!" came the maniacal voice above her. "Uuuuhhhhhhhhh!"
Her juices flowed wetly out around his still-pounding prick, trickling down the splayed crevice of her buttocks over her tight, twitching anus, and mingled with the spent seed of Buchanan's orgasm, both inside of her and out.
"Give it to her," the Sid-voice goaded excitedly from somewhere in the distance. "Shoot it in her!"
Spurred on by the words and DesirЋe's greedily twisting body below, al-Mazkum dug yet deeper into the girl, forcing her legs yet farther back, doubling her in half, fucking her like a pile-driving machine out of control. He groaned loudly, roared like a lion, and DesirЋe felt more hot waves of his sperm shooting into her dilated cunt, mixing lasciviously with the pool Sid Buchanan had throbbed into her before. Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the powerful spurts surged wildly in her, filling her to the bursting point with its sticky wetness. The burning walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately like a starving mouth, and she was utterly caught up in the lewd web of ecstasy. She opened her mouth for a soundless scream…
And her own second, blinding orgasm struck!
There, in Buchanan's study, being fucked half to death by a man she could not identify, DesirЋe Denning was totally reduced to a churning mass of sensual jelly in that instant. Great flashes of pinwheel light sparkled before her tightly shut eyes, and pleasure so acute that it bordered on pain consumed every fiber of her being. She heard but did not hear the wild sluicing sounds of Khalid al-Mazkum's ejaculating penis sawing in and out between her legs, felt but did not feel the fleshy smackings of his sperm-loaded testicles against her tingling, twitching anus – knew only that she was grunting out her climax and was nearly out of her mind with its magnificence.
But suddenly, Reg was tugging on the Arab's arm. "Come on, man, it's my turn."
Grumbling, the Arab backed off. As soon as the Arab's still dripping penis pulled free of her vaginal embrace, Reg hoisted his ungainly bulk over her, reached under the hang of his pot belly, grasped his cock and directed the broad tip into the swampy hole of DesirЋe's vagina. He sighed loudly as he slid into the fleshy squeeze of her now sperm-flooded sex hole. Her smaller, slender body was almost buried out of sight by the man's gelatinous bulk and he began making hard, deep fuckstrokes into her pussy. To the other watching, satiated men, his body moved liked a walrus blobbing its way across a stretch of sand.
DesirЋe could hardly breath, and were it not for the grossly different shape of the body of the man over her, she would hardly have noticed the change. The sangria and her level of arousal had clouded her discernment and ability to differentiate her feelings. Rather that feeling the localized sensation of his penis in her vagina, she felt a large, hot ball of pleasure glowing in the center of her womb. Her head was pounding with a pleasing ache, and her body moved and undulated with the waves of his quivering fat. One of her legs curled around his wobbly ass and, more than goading his heavy thrusts into her, used it to squeeze her steaming pussy and tingling clitoris up to his soft pubis and thick, deeply invading cock.
As he wheezed out his pleasure and came to orgasm in just ten minutes, DesirЋe's voice accompanied his and they howled out his and her final orgasms.