“So, anyway, Mr. Porsche got so turned on seeing this he decided to do the same to me… led me over to a bench, and before I knew what was happening he bent me over and fucked me right here. Didn’t even ask.”
“Asshole,” I said.
“You have no idea. Anyway, it’s not like I protested all THAT much.” Susan grinned. “He took his time, but then the Eiffel Tower was closed by the time we finally got there. I was super pissed that I never got to go up it. Anyway, the rest of the trip was just the guy parading me around Paris, then on the last night he offered me to one of his business buddies.”
“Uh, what?”
“Yeah. He had a friend in Paris. Offered me to him as a ‘loaner’ while he went out drinking with some of his business partners. Can you imagine? Of course, I freaked. Nearly killed the prick. I flew home by myself.”
By now, I could see Melissa was squirming more and breathing heavily, her chest and bare breasts flushed. That gave me an idea. I whispered to Susan then stood up and took the empty wine bottle to the kitchen.
When I came back, Susan had stood and moved behind the couch. Suddenly she bent over and grabbed Melissa’s wrists, pulling her arms up over the back of the couch.
“Hey!” exclaimed Melissa.
Susan held Melissa’s arms tightly and twisted, forcing her to turn until she was facing backwards, knees on the couch and facing Susan. Melissa’s lovely ass and wide hips were presented to me as I approached from behind. Even in the fading afternoon light, I could see her pussy lips were damp.
I crouched and whispered into her ear, “Did that story turn you on? Would you like to be the one fucked across a park bench in Paris?”
Melissa hesitated then whispered, “Yes.”
I was completely hard by now and lined myself with Melissa’s wet entrance. I said, “One day I’ll take you there and do that to you. But for now…”
I pushed into her, burying myself with one insistent stroke.
“Oooh,” breathed Melissa, raising her head and trying to look back, but Susan held her arms tight and pushed her head down. She looked me in the eyes as she held her friend in place and grinned.
I grasped Melissa’s hips and started fucking her deeply from behind. Each time I bottomed out, Melissa grunted and pushed back against me.
Soon I was stroking into Melissa steadily, losing myself in the sensations of her warm pussy, the sight of her shapely ass and back, and her little gasps and grunts as she let me take her. Each time I pressed forward it also caused Susan’s large breasts to sway a little as she held her friend and watched us fuck.
Soon Melissa was so lost in lust that Susan was able to release her arms. Melissa just flopped her head down and gripped the back of the couch in languid submission as I took her.
I was concentrating on Melissa so much that I didn’t even notice Susan had moved around to join her on the couch. Susan positioned herself on her knees right beside Melissa and gripped the back of the couch. She looked at me with raised eyebrows and wiggled her bum suggestively.
“No problem getting it up now, is there, big guy?”