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My co-worker's mouth was moving, and creating sound waves emanating from the front of the room to the rear of the room, to where I was sitting. I would imagine my ears were picking up the sounds in the room, but my brain was just not able to process them at all. All I could think about was what I was going to experience as soon as the clock struck six.

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The threesome, also called the three-pronged attack, the three-layer sandwich, the unholy trinity, or as they say the old triple play. The best one however, is the one that seems to just naturally roll off one's tongue, ménage de trios. Anything remotely sexual sounds better in French.

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I zipped out of the office with a spring in my step and made a beeline to the hotel where I?d reserved a room. I typically dread going to hotels because I hate making a hotel employee call me to wake my ass up in the morning, so that usually meant having to learn how to set the alarm on yet another model of alarm clocks.

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For some reason, the check-in procedure seemed to take forever. I apologized to the hotel employee profusely for grabbing the key cards out of her hand, before she could set them on the counter. I pass up the elevator and took the stairs to 4th floor. I was starting to hyperventilate from the excitement, and I wanted to spare a fellow guest from the anxiety of sharing an elevator car with a man wracked with performance anxiety.

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I immediately took a long shower, making sure that I scrubbed everything so they would be able to glint in the sun. I made sure my mouth was completely disinfected. I even used the hotel's crappy mouthwash in addition to my own.

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As the time crawled toward fifteen to 6, I froze with a realization that if one of the girls was a screamer and I'm on a crowded floor? The last thing that I wanted was some guest with bionic ears knocking on my door to keep it down. I had to check.

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I quickly donned my clothes again and went out into the hall. Like a kid, I knocked on each door and bolted around the corner and leaned flat against the wall, hoping the door wouldn't open. To my relief, and thanks to the recession, I was the only guest on the floor. My greatest fear allayed, I lay on the bed for what seemed like an ungodly amount of time.

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Deborah called, saying the 2-of them were going to be a little late. Finding nothing of much consequence to watch on the TV, I decided to write down all my thoughts. Since experiences like this are few and far between, I figured that when I was a shriveled, husk of a man that I?d love to reminisce through the written word.

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Before I could even finish the first paragraph, I heard the door knock. I struggled to keep my best poker face (cue Lady Gaga here) when I took a look at the 2-leggy and blonde knockouts standing in front of me. Deborah was around 26, stood a slim 5-foot '8, 140 lbs with wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a set of pouting red-lips made for cock sucking. She also had a nice firm perky pair of 36c's that are just asking to be sucked and squeezed. Her bottom half was even better, measuring at a lovely 36 inches. She was wearing a tight black cocktail dress that really showed off her curves and a pair of these patent leather high heels that have a single, slim ankle strap. What makes them so sexy is the strap gives them a bondage essence. It's like she's "tied" in her shoes so to speak. Very nice for fantasizing about how I'd like to tie her up. Ashley was maybe an inch under 6-feet unshod, just a bit over in the heels she was wearing. She had golden blonde curly hair that cascaded past her shoulders, eyes so green that tawdry words like ?emerald? couldn't do them justice, a beautiful, smart-ass grin, and what seemed to be a very well-made body with long tan legs, the kind of legs that start at her ankles and went on forever. She her round, firm ass rippled when she moved as though it had a life of its' own. She looked like walking sex, and I knew that I wouldn't be satisfied until I was lying between those golden thighs. She had a soft sensual mouth, and great big hazel eyes. Her full breasts pushed against the thin fabric of her blouse, and I could see the outline of her hard nipples.

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I don't remember what I said in greeting, but I think it came out as "schadenfreude" in a Welsh accent. Which is completely random, because I in no way take delight in the failed lives of others. I try to be a part of their successes as much as possible. Take the next 3-hours for example...

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I don't drink, but I love to take the drink orders of the women I'm about to bed, so after a quick cocktail run downstairs I kneeled at the side of the bed giving Ashley a slow, sensual foot massage. This elicited a good reaction from both, because Deborah, seeing Ashley nice and relaxed started to help her out of her blouse, interspersed with some deep kissing. As I watched they gently and hesitantly kiss ed. softly their lips press together, soft, smooth, warm, and alive. They kissed and kissed again, and a sigh escaped Ashley?s lungs between kisses. Her arms tighten about Deborah?s neck as Deborah held her even tighter in her embrace, my hands slowly massaging Ashley?s back. Their mouths opened and their tongues met, tentative, exploring, searching. My cock jumped at each lock of their lips, because this was the first time that I?d gotten to see all the glories of lesbianism up close and live. The icing on the cake was to be able to slowly pull down the panties of one of the girls doing the kissing. A moan builds in Deborah?s throat, and Ashley captured it with her mouth and returned it in kind. I sat there, afraid to break the mood, my heart beating faster and faster, matching theirs in intensity.

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They finally broke the kiss, loosened their embrace, and looked into each other?s eyes. Then we searched each other?s faces, looking for a sign, afraid of ?stop,? hoping for ?yield.? We quickly formed a triangle of flesh on the spacious king-size bed. In the beginning, it was like a chaotic game of naked twister, but eventually we were able to get into a position that worked for us. It was like a game of Tetris, where you needed several tries in order to get that perfectly level plane. I was flat on my back with Ashley in the cowgirl position, with her chest forward. Deborah was busy contorting her face in reaction to having my fingers inside her pussy, intermittently sucking on both our sets of nipples. I shifted gears in the speed of my upward thrusts, for variety. Deborah remarked how the ?thwack? of our laps colliding was always music to her ears. Through clinched teeth, I did my best to voice my agreement. It was an absolute joy to see Ashley's face. Her eyes were closed but her mouth was wide open. I realized I had seen that face before. Bernini had lovingly sculpted it in his masterpiece, The Ecstasy of Saint Theresa.

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Even though this was my first time in a threesome, I knew what the number one rule was for one: share the cock. I quickly maneuvered behind Deborah, who flipped herself over to all fours. Ashley quickly got with the program and scooted underneath her, squeezing her left nipple between her fingers and playfully licking the other.

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My massive cock sprang up and stood quivering between us, 8-inches plus of red shaft and purple head with rigid cords running its length. I moved forward, stopping with my cock wavering back and forth only inches from her slit. Sliding into Deborah was a delight. Hearing her scream and moan was something else entirely. I was glad that I had checked to see if I was the only occupant on the floor because she was giving a spouting color commentary that was on par with what you would listen to during Monday Night Football. She was also blowing my hair back with her high pitched squeals, ala Kim Cattrall from Porky's. I remember watching that scene when I was an early teen and thinking that I would never encounter a girl like that. It was a pure joy to watch Deborah work her mouth while I was working her pussy over. The absolute kicker however was having Ashley risking a giant carpet burn by sliding along the patch of commercial carpet below me to lick my balls and finger my ass. That was heaven on earth.

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Sensing that Ashley was starting to feel ignored, Deborah plunged her tongue between her damp delicate lips of Ashley?s lips, which elicited a sudden arch of her back and a yelp. She wasn't expecting it at all, as her view was completely blocked by Deborah's prone position over her. I can still remember distinctly her moans describing what Deborah was doing with her tongue on her clit and everywhere else.

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I stared at the clock and it was nearing 9 PM. The girls had an appointment at 8:30 that I was making them late for. Since we?d started at 6 and being the polite gentleman, I asked them how they wanted me to finish. Apparently Ashley had a big thing with pearl necklaces made with cum to match the ones she liked to wear with her outfits. When I started to stroke myself Deborah, spirited as she was basically body slammed me unto the bed and proceeded to give me one of the most intense blow jobs in the post modern age. She had all the best practices down; the cork screwing of the hand up and down the shaft, the intense suction on the up and down strokes, down to the finger gently swirling inside my ass-hole.

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When it was time, I quickly jumped over to Ashley?s waiting breasts and shot my baby gravy all over them. Through my sweat stained vision I could barely make out Ashley utilizing her art degree to make her best impression of de Kooning with the paint that I provided.

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By the time I bid both girls goodbye, I was exhausted and utterly famished. I could barely stand as I saw their taxi vanish into the Manhattan horizon. Luckily, there was a Del Taco nearby. Apparently, the cashier liked the shit-eating grin that was on my face so much that she threw in a free bag of chips.

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Deborah and Ashley, wherever you are right now, thank you for my first threesome and the bag of the best tortilla chips in the east coast. I love you guys.

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