A Night at the Luau

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The night air was heavy with the sounds of drums, lightened by the flicker of burning lanterns and tiki torches, and voices floating on the air with the scents of roasted pig and fruity cocktails. It all mingled together to create an atmosphere as exotic as the colorful flowers that were centered upon each table in little coconut-bowl vases. The dried grass bundles hanging from tiki booths and the corners of tables fluttered and rustled as the breeze wound its way through the private courtyard, and Jessica’s eyes rolled back in her head as crushed flower petals clung to her reddened lips. A rough grunt barely preceded the sharp smack on her ass from a gritty hand coated with damp sand. A low moan escaped her as his palm slid over the generous curve of her ass, thumb pressing tightly into the crinkled pucker of her asshole, his other hand helping him keep her cheeks wide. Jessica bit her lip, his hips thrusting even faster, and she just knew he was watching his cock disappear into her pussy. Moaning, she dropped to one elbow and dipped her fingers back to rub over her clit. A strangled gasp escaped her lips as his thrusts began to drag her nipples in the warm sand. With a rough curse, his thumb popped past her tight anal ring, while his cock pistoned into her creamy cunt. Squealing, Jessica popped up and dug her fingers into the sand, back arching as her ass was breached for the first time, and looked around the room with wild eyes. Nobody was watching as Malaki’s thumb slid into her dark pucker; they were all too focused on their own pleasure. Low groans and moans could be heard across the decorated courtyard, low smacks as bodies connected in the torch-lit darkness as the carefully executed party settled on the baser instincts. As Jessica’s nipples tightened with her impending orgasm, she moaned and bucked back against the dark Samoan’s cock while she watched one of her other friends getting her face hosed with cum. Yet another was laying back in the sand, dark fingers spearing her own glistening sex as a pale-skinned, tattooed man knelt over her face, fucking her mouth. Her cry was immediate as she watched her friends be used and pleasured by their strange lovers. Malaki released her hip to grip her breast, twisting and rolling her nipple, his hips slamming into hers, cock twitching as his seed was released into the grasping slickness of her pussy. A sharp, almost painful twist of the dark pink tip caused her to scream as she came, her pussy clamping around his jerking cock. With a muffled cry, she sank into the sand with her eyes closing, her heart pounding so hard it seemed ready to escape her chest. Her eyes closed on a moan, body buffeted with intense pleasure, and the earlier events of the day rushed at her…. *** Jessica sat in her office chair and blinked wide blue eyes at her co-workers. “Are you out of your minds, or what?” Leaning forward, palms on her knees, her whisper was low and intense. One of the other girls peered over the walls of the cubicles to keep an eye while the girls had an imformal pow-wow during work hours, watching out for “Ol’ Batty,” their not-so-fond nickname for their boss, Oliver Batterman. “It’s running all weekend! We need some time away, and why not a Girls’ Night Out!” Summer nearly bounced in her chair, wiry red curls popping out of her French braid, green eyes wide behind her glasses. “Besides, it’s a luau, for crying out loud! It’s not some random theme party. Even the bar hosting it has a tropical theme.” Grace crossed her legs, foot bobbing as she reclined back in her chair. The sole Acıbadem escort bayan maven of the group, her own dark blond tresses were streaked with silver at the temples, and she was often ogled on her way to lunch. Her deep grey eyes twinkled with some kind of dark mirth, and the other two women shook their heads at her with a small laugh. “That’s beside the-” Jessica started, and was cut-off by the sharply-hissed words from their lookout. “Quick, he’s coming!” Shante dropped down from her faux-stretch and hissed at the gathered women, her black hair flying as she dived into a stack of filing, her dark fingers flipping almost hurriedly through the papers. With a groan and a scatter, the women were all back in their cubicles as Ol’ Batty turned the corner. He glanced into each cubicle on his way down the wide aisle, his blue eyes cold and stern as he watched each of his employees toil away the last bit of their day. He couldn’t see the eyes rolled behind his back, and they all stifled laughs. About fifteen minutes later, the foursome were dashing toward the elevators, purses in hand, as they left their office. Laughing, the four women exited the building and headed down the block. Only one had a clue of the appealing picture they made, and Grace smiled knowingly at one young man who simply stopped and stared as they passed. Grace’s long dark hair was un-pinned, the silver threads at her temples catching the light as she looked around them. The eldest of the group, and a divorced mother, she was what her friends laughingly called a “milf”. She personally didn’t care for the term, but she was a mother, and still absolutely fuckable, so she understood its appeal to the other gray-haired ladies. Her large green eyes were sharp, and she didn’t miss the hesitation in Jessica’s voice when they were talking about this luau. She could tell that the youngest in the group was shy about going out, especially to a party geared toward the singles crowd. “I think we have to go.” Grace’s voice was quiet, and the other three nearly stumbled to a halt, looking at her as if she’d lost her mind. They’d been discussing Ol’ Batty’s end-of-day trolling “walk-through”, and the sudden aside from their friend surprised them. “Go where?” Jessica arched a brow and drew the fallen purse strap back up onto her shoulder, eyes wide. Her suspicions were confirmed when the taller woman simply stated, “The luau. We have to go.” They continued walking at Grace’s wave. “It’ll be good for all of us. We all really need a serious Girls’ Night Out. It’s been years for most of us. And I don’t think we’ve gone out at all since Jessica joined our little crew.” She shot a furtive glance over at Jessica, who she knew was hesitant to go the the party. For what reason, she had no clue, but she thought it sounded like a blast. “I dunno, girl. My only issue is am I gonna be the only woman of color at this sand-tastic affair?” One black brow arched high, even as Shante’s eyes twinkled in mirth. “I dunno how many black people are gonna wanna roll around a beach with a bunch of you light-skinned shits.”Summer squeaked in feigned outrage, and cried, “Reverse racism, reverse racism!” seconds before Shante playfully swatted her with her shoulder bag. “I agree. I think it’ll be a great plan. Blow off some steam, maybe meet some men. What could go wrong?” The group of women chuckled and parted ways at the corner, all making plans to talk later that evening to plan where to meet and what to wear. Jessica slowly warmed to the idea, and even started Escort Kaynarca to get a little excited as she went about dinner. ‘A real girls’ night out!’ she thought, standing by the sink washing her few dishes. ‘What the hell have I really got to lose? Maybe I can even brush up on my flirting!’ With a giggle, she grabbed her cell phone and charger, and disappeared into the bathroom to shower and call Summer. * * * * * “Gawd, we’ll be the hottest things there!” Summer’s slow drawl was accompanied by her three friends’ voracious laughter as they crawled out of Grace’s gold Yukon. Her grin grew as she glanced at the ladies present. Grace, still the tallest, even in a pair of leather flats, wore a simple yellow top and a brown and suede tan skirt that flirted with the tops of her knees. Her dark hair was falling free except for a lock that was pinned back with a silk flower that matched the yellow of her blouse. She wore no rings on her long fingers, but a heavy gold chain swung between breasts that Summer could have sworn were braless. The dark and lovely Shante was the daring one. Sporting a bright red two-piece bikini, her top was a tankini-style halter that tied behind her neck and caressed her breasts, flaring out beneath her full mounds that wobbled enticingly in rhythm with each step of her matching, strappy three-inch heels. Her chocolate skin seemed to gleam behind the shiny red material, and faintly glowed against the mid-thigh length skirt in a shining white, offset only by the red stitching and buttons that rode dangerously low on her hips. A jeweled ring glittered in her navel, and small silver hoops dangled from her ears. If one looked closely enough, they could even distinguish the tiny bumps alongside her prominent nipples that hinted of small barbells piercing the sensitive flesh. Jessica was a knock-out with her choice of attire for the evening’s festivities; tropical flowers in all colors of the rainbow were flung out across the expanse of the ravishing white wrap dress. It was something Summer had only seen in magazines; akin to a Roman toga, the skirt fell loose and flowing around her legs, but deep slashes on either side rode high, almost to her hips. The top hung loosely, wrapped from the back, criss-crossing her delectably round breasts from beneath and somehow seeming to flow over her shoulders in a freefall of the bright floral print. She was wearing panties, that much Summer could tell, in a bright blue color, and she could only assume they were strings as the ribbons trailed along Jessica’s flashing upper thighs. While Summer admired her friends, Grace had to smile and watch the younger woman with amusement. The bouncing woman was quite a sexy picture herself in a knee-length pink and white skirt, her feet dancing in pretty wooden wedges. Silver flashed at her ankles and toes, while the curvy redhead’s curls had been scooped and piled almost carelessly atop her head. Diamonds sparkled in her ears and at one nostril while her fingers clutched at a tiny white purse that contained who-knew-what, and her ever-present emergency lipstick. The bouncer standing by the door blinked as the fabulous foursome crossed the street, and he accepted their cover-charge after seeing their invitations. Grace smiled, licking her bottom lip with a wink at the tall Latino, who grinned right back and boldly reached down to adjust what had the signs of his very prominent erection, and the door clicked shut behind her. * * * * * “Well, Reggie, it looks like you’ve gotten a pretty sizable Aydınlı escort turnout this year.” Dark, heavily-lined eyes were tipped in amusement as Andrea sipped at the fruity drink in her hand, standing invisibly behind the mirrored wall of glass that separated the bar office with the courtyard that was decked out in its Hawaiian finery. “I’m glad. Last year wasn’t a total flop, but only a hundred showed of those invited. And I want my annual party to be the talk of the town; behind closed doors, or course.” Reginald “Reggie” Marshall, owner of The Lounge, laughed and leaned back into the soft leather of his desk chair and watched the sleek woman looking out the privacy glass. He loved having this woman as his silent assistant, his quiet “wingman” that went out and promoted the private party. Luckily for him, the world was spinning out of moral control, and most every form of debauchery was acceptable, if masked under the right guise. Enter his annual party. A sex party, to be exact. Public figured faked the single life, and mixed and mingled with the selected groups of genuine singles. Sexual tastes from all walks attended his “singles’ mixer”, and nobody had yet to complain about the party’s “surprise theme” when they all eventually learned the secret. He mouth widened in a dark grin as he looked over to the monitors, showing him footage of every single inch of his property. Even the bathrooms were videoed; unethical certainly, yet Reggie didn’t give a damn, it was his bar, and the tapes were for his private use. If nothing interesting happened, each tape was recorded over until someone gave in to their baser urges and got dirty. Such an instance was happening at that very moment: a spitroast in the men’s room. Reggie had to chuckle as one of his bouncers leaned back against the sink furthest from the door, his dark hand fisted in the hair of a tiny blonde with a big ass. Reggie had gotten smart, and had very sensitive microphones installed to pick up the nasty audio that came with nasty couplings such as this. “Yeah, suck that black cock, you dirty little whore.” The sound was slightly tinny, but the girl’s muffled moan was clearly heard, and Andrea swivelled on her stilettos as the volume was turned up on that monitor. They made soft clicks as she drew closer to the opulent desk. “Such a nasty slut.” A new voice intoned, and midnight-black hands gripped pale hips as a wet splat sounded, and the blond jumped, squealing around the bouncer’s cock as she was roughly taken from behind. With a soft rustling, Andrea’s skirt was lifted and she moved behind the desk to straddle Reggie, who sat nude, and lowered herself onto the throbbing length of his cock. His own hands weren’t gentle as he tugged her breasts free to twist her nipples, her slender hands bracing her on the desk as her hips began a dance she knew well. Her eyes never strayed from the monitors; she knew his wouldn’t either, and they both groaned as the blonde was spun around and flipped to her back. The midnight man straddled her chest and thrust his pussy-coated cock into her mouth, nearly doing sit-ups, as the other man held her thighs wide, his own dark meat slowly spearing into a tiny pink asshole. Both heard the garbled cry, and Reggie withdrew and placed his cockhead against the tight brown star that had begun to wink at him as he watched the girl finger her own clit. “Mmm, she’s a good girl, isn’t she, my dear?” Hoarsely whispered words didn’t invite a real response, breath warm against her neck as his width slowly spread her dark hole, sinking into the warm recess he fucked at his will. Groaning as her tight sphincter engulfed him, he watch as two of his bouncers began to roughly fuck the tiny woman with abandon. Grinning at the show, Reggie left his partner to fondle her own tits and gripped her waist almost cruelly, his balls slapping against her pussy.

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