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069 :: The Man
069 :: The Man
A visitor was sitting on the chair. Facing the fire. Diane and John sat on the sofa. The other sofa has been pushed back. To the window. It left a space. Peter led Naomi to the space. They stood listening to the music. Classical.
This is Peter. He was our chef today. He speaks English. (Diane)
Peter clearly knows who the man is. He avoids looking directly at the man’s face.
This is Naomi. She is new. She cannot speak English. (Diane)
Naomi smiled at Diane. She followed Diane’s eyes to look at the man. She smiled at the man. He smiled at her. A greedy smile.
She is nice. What is your agreement. (Man)
There was silence. The man continued to look at Naomi. She kept smiling. She shrugs her shoulders. Shakes her head slightly. The man looked down her. Down to her feet.
Of course I would respect your agreement. (Man)
His voice was rough. Hard. Annoyed. Naomi lifted her hands slightly. Shruggs again.
Of course. What is ours is yours. She is just. (Diane)
Diane took a deep breath. She was looking for a word that says yes but means no. Diane looked at Naomi like she was hoping Naomi would know the right word to say. Naomi smiled at Diane like she understood what Diane was asking. Naomi nodded at Diane like she had a plan.
It is just she is brand new. She does not know our easy. Yet. (Diane)
Diane beckoned Naomi towards her. She leaned across the coffee table. Reached for Naomi’s belt. She hesitated.
I am always nice. (Msn)
Diane undid the kimono. She leaned back on the sofa. Dropped her hands to her lap. Looked at her hand.
Naomi wriggled her hips. The kimono slipped open. The man murmured his approval. Peter undid his kimono. He let it hang from his shoulders. He showed the man his cock. The man did not look at Peter. He was watching Naomi.
Naomi started to sway to the music. She lifted her arms. She started to dance. Slowly. Rhythmically. Her hips moved in a circle. Her shoulders doing the opposite. The silk of the kimono slid over her skin. As if it were floating on her skin.
You did not say she was a dancer. (Man)
Peter stepped in front of hte man. He unbuckled him. E unzipped him. The man lifted his arse and Peter slipped off his trousers and underwear. The man’s cock bounced out. Then settled. Semi. Purple. Peter knelt to take off his shoes. The man lifted his feet. His hand reached for his cock. He played with himself. He watched Naomi dance. Peter took off his shoes. Placed therm under the table. Lifted away his trousers. Folded them. Placed them on the coffee table. Underwear between the folds. Peter stood. He held out his hand to Naomi.
Kitchen. Volume seven. (Peter)
Peter slipped off Naomi’s kimono. He twirled her round. He took off his kimono with a flourish. He stepped onto the coffee table. He pulled Naomi up too. Naomi started dancing up to him. She rubbed herself against him. She slid her back against his chest. She pushed her bum into his groin. She turned. She straddled his leg with hers. Grinding her hips against him. She left her moisture and vaseline on his thigh. Her eyes were closed. She was feeling the music. She was feeling her desire. She was feeling her lust.
The man stroked his cock slowly. He watched the dance. John touched Diane’s leg. She looked at him. He tilted his head towards the man. Diane shook her head. John waved his hand at her crotch. Diane looked away. Then she lifted her bum. She pulled down her knickers. She tucked them behind her. John unzipped himself. He held his boxers down. His cock was soft. He gripped it tightly. He wanted it vigorously. His cock remained resolutely soft. He raised Diane’s knee. Exposing her cunt. She put her hand to it. Dutifully. Stroked it. Once. Stopped. Looked at the man. The man watched the dancers. The man stroked his cock. It was hard.
Peter glanced at the man again. He was not looking at Naomi any more. He was not looking at anything in particular. Like he was trying to remember a film he had once seen. Naomi was behind Peter. Her breasts rubbing against his back. Her arse facing the man. Peter twisted about. He reached around Naomi. He lifted her. She wrapped her legs about his waist. Peter pulled her bum cheeks apart. He tried to lower her onto his cock. It did not work. He lifted her. He pulled her forward so his hips pushed out and his cock stood up. He lowered her. His cock rested between her cheeks. She rotated her hips. She rubbed her cunt over his cock. She continued to move to the music. Peter stood stiffly. He could not work out the next move they should make. He was trying to remember what happened next in the porno. What did the standing man do.
The man looked up at Peter’s cock pointing to Naomi’s cunt. John stroked his soft cock. Diane glanced at the man then back at her lap. Naomi seemed to be lost in pleasure. She was gently smiling as if she was enjoying the attention. As if she was enjoying the physical attention. Her arms on Peter’s shoulders. Her head tilted back.
The man stood. Everyone except Naomi froze. Diane dropped her leg. John let his underpants slip over his hand. Peter stiffened. Naomi kept rotating her hips.
The man grunted. He ejaculated on Naomi’s arse. On Peter’s cock.
Peter unhooked Naomi’s legs. He reached for the wipes. He knelt before the man. He cleaned the man’s cock. He pulled on his underwear. His trousers. He zipped him. He buckled him. The man sat. Peter put on his shoes.
Peter helped Naomi slip back into her kimono. He led her down to their room. He left her there.
Naomi opened her Skroll. She tapped the camera. She still could not see the living room camera.
