The Bubbly

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Panda says tonight will be a special experience. “A model!” she types excitedly.

“Great,” I type back on Signal, our normal mode of communication. “I’ve always wanted to play with a model.”

“…and her husband the photographer.”

“Um – what?”

Do I get to fuck the model, whilst her husband is looking? How would I feel about it anyways, would I be able to get hard? What would the husband do?

I spend the whole day thinking about this one. Sure I am excited, but also a bit unsettled.

I go downstairs mid day to a Taipei supermarket, looking for something for tonight’s soiree.

Something refreshing, light, appropriate for a model.

The issue with Taipei supermarkets is that the selection is not that good. There’s not that many small vineyard wines, only the big brands, like Penfolds, Krug, Veuve Clicquot.

Champagne. That’s it.

After all, there are no calories in champagne. And the bubbles make it easier for everyone to get drunk easily.

Especially for me.

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I arrive at the W. It’s a beautiful lobby, wide open space, with good looking people going in and out. I hear the W is the place to stay in Taipei, as it is popular for the rich kids of Taipei to head there and party.

I look forward to tonight’s good looking people. I head upstairs to our room.

I am introduced to the husband first. Half. He seems nice, with bohemian brown hair, dark John Lennon sunglasses, his Leica M11 nestled around his neck.

“Very photographer-like,” I say to myself.

“Nice to meet you,” he offers, probably knowing that I’m the interloper here.

I am introduced to Sandra.

I mutter under my breath- “hot.”

Strong jawline but feminine. Her makeup is done right, not too heavy, but the right touches to accentuate her eyes and her thick, gorgeous lips.

And her body, which I follow along with the curves of her jeans and her crop top. They’re flowing and cresting in the right places.

But it’s her hair that sticks out. Full and lively, with nice curves. It has volume, it looks gorgeous. It looks like she’s put some time in, heading to the salon, getting it blown dry, getting some product thrown in for it to hold.

I quickly move on to the champagne before I get too distracted by my own imagination.

I pop the bottle of the yellow labeled Veuve, surprising Sandra slightly. The bubbles leak out from the top, like a bit of pre cum from the tip of a cock.

“Ohh,” she giggles, “I like bubbles!”

“This is going escort to be fun,” I think to myself.

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We get started.

Sandra disrobes, her just-showered body now glistening, revealing her curved figure. She’s got all the proportions of a model, tall and lengthy legs, with a size B cup. Her skin and figure are flawless.

But it’s still her perfect bob that makes me notice. Those perfect curves and layers. I’ve never seen anything like it.

Sandra starts modelling.

“Is this what I need to do?”, she asks Half as she starts posing, “like this?” as she looks for affirmation.

She has the energy of a cute girl. She asks for validation, questions on what looks good for the camera, her body to be commanded.

Half takes the lead, his Leica flipping vertically and horizontally.

“Move this way,” he barks, “put your ass here!”

Sandra complies, shifting her ass from the edge to the centre of the bed. She sits down, pulling her knees to her chest.

Half barks further, “move your tits up a bit,” he directs.

Sandra does so willingly.

So she is cute. Up to a point.

Sandra starts to settle in, and as she does so, she starts to model. She crosses her legs in a feminine way, scissors her legs to draw the eye towards her mound, only to cover it up slightly, leaving the mind to desire.

Half doesn’t speak any more, letting Sandra to do her work. Thank God.

She crosses her arms across her chest, pushing up her breasts up, cupping her perky tits.

Sandra draws the attention now to her face, putting her finger suggestively near the corners of her mouth, the finger tips not quite penetrative, touching the corner just slightly.

Suddenly, Sandra flips over on the bed, her ass in the air, her fingers in her mouth, awakening her desire.

Her perky ass lifts up – ready to take a cock in, her tight ass air fucking an invisible shaft.

I notice a palatable change in her energy, from just going through the motions of modelling to now going through the motions of seduction.

She no longer has the idea of attracting a man, a physical person, but is trying to court desire herself.

She spreads her legs while bending over, inserting her own fingers inside. Her arm between her legs, her face lying flat on the bed, her beautiful hair splayed across, sexily, alive.

“Yes,” she moans, “mmmmm.”

Her moans are full of desire. Of carnal pleasure.

She puts herself further in, her sounds with seriousness, ferociousness, escort bayan hunger. I see her manicured nails disappearing into her hole, hear her fingers going inside and out, the moisture amplifying the sounds.


“Yessss,” she gasps, “ummmm.”

Half takes pictures, he increasing the pace, the shutter going off, quickening.

He circles her from the front to the back, capturing her heightening pleasure.

She keeps on fingering herself. Moaning. Wanting. Biting.

“I’m cumming!!” she moans, her fingers fucking ferociously.

I am hard. The energy in the room, her carnal pleasures, all make me fucking horny.

Half senses the same, putting the Leica down, and taking off his shirt. It is time.

Sandra lifts her just fucked hair, her eyes with a daze of desire. She looks directly at me.

“No Half,” Sandra says, “I want the Gentleman.”

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She slithers like a serpent of sex, towards me, towards my cock. Her eyes aggressive.

I, my apprehension present but courage reinforced by bubbly, with my soldier standing tall, ready to do its duty that his master was not ready for.

With her hungry eyes, she opens her mouth, begging for my cock to fill her mouth, her eyes saying “let me taste your cock and pre-cum.”

She takes my full cock, putting her thick full lips all over it.

“Mmmm,” she purrs, “that’s a big boy”, my warmth pushing her mouth to the limit.

Sandra goes to town with delight, sucking and slurping, looking sexily into my eyes.

I grab the champagne. “Open wide,” I growl, dripping the Veuve down her throat. Sandra sticks out her tongue to catch the drops, like she would with my cum.

I drip the Veuve over her body and I lick it off. At the same time, I penetrate her with my fingers, what she did to herself a minute ago.

“Oooooh,” she gasps, taking in my fingers, “put it inside,” as I finger her wet pussy.

Her pussy increases its desire, getting more moist and welcoming my two fingers in.

Half is behind me, I hear him clicking away on his Leica. And there’s nothing he can do about it but watch me about to fuck his wife.

“Fuck me hard,” she half gasps, half begs, “fuck me now.”

I insert myself in her well-lubed pussy, my cock thirsty for her now. It seems it’s even stiffer and harder, eager to do its duty and to show Sandra’s husband what fucking is.

Half stands by compliantly, taking pictures of a stranger penetrating and jamming his cock deep into his wife.

“Yes!,” she demands, bayan escort “just like that!” as I spread her legs wide and push my groin towards her, making sure that I push into her pussy walls.

She moans with a deep growl while I grab her ankles, so I can deeply access her vagina.

I pile drive her, thrusting myself fully inside her, intending to split her in half.

“Give me the champagne,” I command over to Half, this time me giving orders. It’s poetic, now I’m not only cuckolding his wife, but I’m also telling Half what to do.

He sheepishly hands it over to me.

I pour it over Sandra’s body and it drips over to the bed, soaking it just like with her pussy juices. I pour more of the bottle into my mouth.

“Open up,” I command Sandra, pouring the champagne into hers, she using her tongue to break up the flow of bubbles hitting her throat.

With a continuous motion, I slip my cock outside her, and quickly saddle her and insert myself into her mouth, like a cock-chaser with the champagne.

Sandra is surprised. But then she slurps in delight as I see the tip of my cock pushing her cheek outwards.

I push in, fucking her mouth with fury, Sandra barely able to breathe as I hear her gagging.

I withdraw, Sandra panting a breath of fresh air now that she can.

I flip her, her hair now flying, and lock eyes with Half.

“Watch this,” I directly say, “watch your wife fuck me.”

I enter Sandra from behind so that Half has a full, unobstructed view of his wife in front of him.

I put my hands on the point where the waist meets the hips, that little curve. I start the motion, pulling her hips towards my cock, her ass jiggling as it hits my pelvis.

I withdraw my hands from her hips. “Your turn,” I whisper in her ear, as I now use my free hands to sweep her hair up, her sweaty back getting a bit of respite.

Sandra complies, pushing herself into me, her ass shaking with ferocity, I pulling Sandra’s hair like a tiny horse rein.

Slap, slap, slap, she pushes backwards, the slapping sound the only sound we hear in the room. She quickens the slaps. Harder.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Her butt and pussy swallowing my entire cock, it sliding smoothly inside, like a piston pumping.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

I stroke my fingertips along her back.

“Uuuuhhhhhhhh uggghhhh,” she pants.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

“Yeesssssss yeessss” she now moans, her voice punctuated by the slaps her ass makes by driving into my cock. Her fingers grasps the bed sheets in front of her.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Beads of sweat at the small of her back, I careful to protect her curvy, perfumed hair from it. She lies flat, my 8 inches the only thing connecting us.

“I’m cummmmmmingggggg….”

The Gentleman

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