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A Bona Fide Gold Digger Excerpt

It had taken over a year for Milan to get accepted into the exclusive sex club, which she'd stumbled across on the internet.

The club preferred couples membership. Single females were eligible to apply only once a year during open enrollment. Single males, however, were not permitted to join the club nor were single males permitted to enter the premises as a guest. Married men, Milan presumed, did not appreciate the competition.

Because of the rigid rule, Milan's prearranged sexual encounters were always with a couple. More often than not, the wife played the role of lesbo slut, commanded by her husband to tongue Milan's pussy until it was warm and slushy enough for him to slip his dick in with ease.

Ever so often, an occasional wife would select limited involvement and opt to watch-voyeur-like-through the glory hole-a circular opening in a wall that separated adjoining rooms. Wives-who-liked-to-watch didn't bother Milan.

Her only concern was getting hers. Getting not giving were the terms she'd agreed upon when she joined Tryst. And she paid exorbitant monthly dues to be matched only with people willing to accept her conditions: she would not give a blowjob, or cunnilingus, or even lift a finger to give pleasure to another. Whenever she engaged in an erotic interlude at Tryst, the connection was made for the sole purpose of releasing stress-not to exhaust herself with the arduous task of sexual reciprocity.

Inside a dimly lit room, Milan waited. Apart from dark sunglasses and a golden blonde wig to disguise her identity, Milan lay naked on a large bed. Positioned on her side with her back to the door, her head resting on an outstretched arm, she felt her pulse race with anticipation when the door opened.

The anonymous married couple she'd selected from a data base of dozens of potential sex partners had arrived. And although Milan had her head turned away from the door, she expected the pair to be naked. Husband and wife should arrive naked, was what she'd written on the sex club's request form.

"She's lovely," a female voice whispered.

"Quite," a husky male voice agreed.

She sensed the couple approaching the bed, and then felt the mattress sink on opposite sides as the man and woman knelt at the foot of the bed. The sudden sensation of two pairs of lips placed softly on the sole of each foot caused Milan to release a muffled gasp.

A warm tongue kissed and sucked each toe, and then licked the space between her toes. Her upper torso tensed, she began to twist involuntarily at the waist. Her body seemed to make an unconscious attempt to thwart the shivers of pleasure that were shooting straight to her passion center.

While focused on the glorious dual stimulation occurring between her toes, Milan's attention was drawn to the tickly sensation of a mustache that grazed the bottom of her right foot, nuzzled her ankle, her leg, and quickly traveled upward, tickling the back of her thigh.

A tongue, thick and warm, licked the flesh of her thigh while the mustache hairs teased her, transporting a series of quivers up and down the length of her spine.

The triple sensation-two tongues and a teasing mustache-was decadent pleasure. When the woman's mouth abandoned her foot, Milan, desiring more, moaned in desperation. Her anguished cry quickly turned to a breathy murmur of contentment when female hands began to lightly, tantalizingly fondle her buttocks. Next, the anonymous woman placed a flurry of soft kisses and light flicks of her tongue on Milan's smooth brown ass.

With her eyes tightly closed, she fought against the heat that was slowly building inside her pussy. Involuntarily, her hips moved in a circular motion. Needing to do something to take the edge off, she couldn't help from rubbing her clitoris. Slowly at first and then her finger started to circle the distended clit faster, creating a friction that was so stimulating, her pussy ached with desire.

The mustache pulled away. "Honey," the man sounded concerned. "I think our chocolate princess is ready for some cock now."

The wife withdrew her lips. Seconds later, she had made her way to the head of the bed. "We want to please you," the woman whispered seductively, her mouth was pressed against Milan's ear. "I'm holding my husband's cock in my hand. Do you want to me to stuff it inside your hot pussy?"

Stirred by the sexy low tone of the nameless woman's voice, aroused by the by the feel of large breasts brushing against her own and tempted by the thick penis that rubbed against her flesh, Milan's pussy went into panic. It began pulsing rapidly, secreting syrupy fluids.

But fighting carnal urges, Milan shook her head vigorously. "No, not yet," she murmured. She needed more foreplay-more titillating whispers, caressing hands, probing fingers, prodding tongues.

In an instant, strong male hands eased her body over and a two sets of lips put suction holds on the nipples of her small, firm breasts. "Mmm," Milan murmured. The encounter enticed all her senses.

Female lips disengaged and were replaced by a moist tongue. Quick, wet, circular motions around her areola caused Milan to jump as if she'd been hit with electrical currents. The woman bit Milan's nipple lightly and then increased the intensity until Milan's head lulled from side to side in a curious combination of sexual pleasure and mild pain.

Male lips sucked softly, yet intently, as if extracting nectar from a delicate flower.

Suddenly, the couple stopped sucking. Alarm coursed through Milan's system. Was she being abandoned by the twosome? She was immediately reassured when a hairy strong arm lifted her upward and placed her back against the headboard. The man sat on the side of the bed. He cupped both her breasts with his large hands. Hungrily, his mouth went from one nipple to the other, while the woman's soft hands caressed her legs, gently encouraging Milan to spread them apart.

The anticipation of having a someone whose face she'd never seen, cater to her pussy while another person sucked her breasts was enough to make her cry out, as if in pain.

Instead of performing cunnilingus, as Milan eagerly expected, the woman inserted the tips of two slender fingers inside Milan's well-lubricated vagina, twisting them in a spiraling motion as she delved deeper and deeper inside.

Hit with waves of unbearable pleasure, Milan arched her back. She clamped her thighs shut with such force; the woman reflexively removed her fingers. She examined her fingers, and after determining they were unharmed, she began to suck each finger, making a loud slurping sound.

She inhaled Milan's vagina. "Mmm. Smells as good as it tastes. "Honey, come down here for a minute," the wife said to her husband. "You really have to eat some of this; she has the sweetest cunt I've ever tasted."

"No!" Milan raised her head from the pillow, but avoided making eye contact. "Just you," she told the woman, forcibly.

Promptly doing as she was told, the wife used a finger to delicately part Milan's wet spot and began giving the moist opening a superior tongue bath.

The husband stopped sucking to observe his wife's performance. He stroked his penis, he exclaimed, "My cock is getting so hard, I can't wait any longer; I gotta fuck." He sounded tortured-completely miserable.

Again, Milan shook her head. The husband returned his lips to her hardened nipples. His wife was giving such magnificent head; Milan couldn't help from clamping her thighs around the woman's face. With her head trapped between Milan's thighs, the wife, a willing captive, drank from the overflowing fountain of lust. Slurping, sucking, and swallowing, as if she was in desperate need of hydration and dying of thirst.

Milan shuddered. Her nerve endings felt exposed and raw. She tightened her grip on the wife's head. At this heightened point of arousal, Milan was beyond caring if the woman smothered to death.

Finally, the warmth-the heat-started spreading up her thighs and swirled into the pit of her stomach. She parted her legs to free the wife from her pussy-choke-hold, but, declining her opportunity to escape to freedom, the woman remained in the confines of Milan's thighs and continued to suck and slurp.

A fire raged inside, weakening Milan's resolve, but she was determined to maintain control of the encounter. "Switch positions," she demanded in a forced authoritative voice.

The husband scrambled to the position his wife had held below. Milan felt him aiming for admittance; she relaxed her pussy muscles, rotated her pelvis, exhaled contentedly as she welcomed him inside.

Meanwhile, the wife crept upward. She cupped Milan's face and began tongue kissing her. The taste of her own juices on another female's tongue was an added stimulant, prompting her to thrust her twitching pussy forward and rub her clit against the base of the man's dick. "Tell your husband to fuck me harder," Milan implored.

"Give it to her harder honey," the wife said urgently. She rushed to his side, cheering him on. "Give it to her hard, you fuckin' stud. Fuck that cunt; make her cum." Fueled by decadent passion, the wife gripped her husband's ass and pressed him into Milan, assisting him with each thrust.

Close to cumming, Milan stiffened. The woman's slipped her hand between Milan's legs and stroked husband's dick as well as Milan's engorged clit. Milan instantly exploded; her body shook from tiny quakes. A few moments later, the husband shot a load, groaned loudly, and then rolled onto his back.

"You're a great fuck, honey," the husband told Milan as he panted and gasped for breath.

Too exhausted to speak, all Milan could manage was a lazy smile.

The wife, still hungry with passion, took advantage of Milan's incapacitated state. She parted Milan's thighs and sipped her husband's semen until she had Milan's pussy revitalized, clenching and throbbing with desire. Finally, the woman straddled Milan and grinded her clit against Milan's. Together, their bodies convulsed and jerked until they were both completely satisfied.