| Straight: Shemale: Rose (1/3) |
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“It should be an awesome day,” Mark said excitedly. “Especially for what we have planned.” Steven added, making them both break out in giggles. They were like two teenagers planning their first time, instead of the grown men they were. Then again, it wasn’t every day you got to fulfill one of your biggest fantasies. It had taken a lot for them to get to this point. They had gone through so many ups and downs, but it only helped their feelings for each other grow stronger. They knew the time was right to explore their relationship and expand their happiness by bringing in another member into their happy home. That’s where Rose came into play. Rose was a very slim yet voluptuous twenty-three year old. They had both been fantasizing about her since the first night they had laid eyes on her. She was a stripper at one of the few strip joints that catered to their tastes. Both Mark and Steven were more than infatuated with Rose. They spent more than they should tipping and making sure they got noticed and it certainly paid off. Whenever either of them came to the club, she always made sure to give them the VIP treatment. Rose knew they were a couple. It was something that she had always fantasized about, she confessed to them. Being with two guys at once was every girl’s dream, she told them. That’s why when they suggested she come over to their place for an evening she jumped at the chance. Now in only a few minutes she would be at their door. Mark rushed around the apartment making sure everything was exactly the way he wanted it to be. Steven laughed as Mark checked the bedroom for condoms for like the eighth time that morning. “Steven you really think we have enough?” He asked. Steven laughed, “Yes I told you. How many do you think we could go through? Just relax already.” The doorbell rang and both of them froze. It was time. “Get it get it,” Mark told Steven. Steven looked around for a second, not quite sure of what to do and then made his way into the living room. He checked himself in the hall mirror, giving himself the once over before opening the door. On the other side stood Rose in all her beauty. She was wearing a short black mini and a very revealing white loose top. She knew exactly why she had come. Steven got hard as he looked her up and down. He stared at her black mini. He couldn’t wait to get into that, he thought. Steven stepped aside and let her in. Mark walked out of the bedroom and gave her a lingering hug. “Hey guys, there’s plenty of time for that,” Steven interrupted taking Rose by the hand and showing her to the living room. They all sat down on the couch, Mark on one side of Rose and Steven on the other. They were like hungry wolves descending on their prey. She giggled as they leaned into her. “You boys are so cute,” she said in her thick Spanish accent. “No baby you are,” Steven said moving towards her and taking her lips in his. They kissed slowly as Mark watched. He could see their tongues wrestling with each other’s. It was one of the most erotic things he had seen. He wanted so much to be a part of the action; gently he placed his hand on her thigh and moved it slowly up her leg. “Naughty,” she exclaimed and slapped his |
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