The Z.A. Chronicles – After The Show
A nigga can get use to this kinda shit, Zachary thought.
Looking around the dimly lit lounge room, he took in the shag carpet that matched the purple velvet couches along the walls, and the huge pillows scattered sporadically on the floor. The light patterns, fabrics and textures gave the large hotel lounge a mature 70’s feel.
Candace was pleasantly nestled against Zachary as they sat in a love seat that matched the other furniture, and was placed near the center of the lounge room. They comfortably sank deep into the love seat’s soft cushion. Zachary glanced over his shoulder at the couples gathered behind them, then looked around the room at other couples sitting on couches as well.
There was a mixture of younger and older couples, all sophisticated in demeanor. They all wore evening attire, the men in dress shirts and slacks, others in sport coats or blazers. The women wore a variety of evening gowns, spaghetti straps, shoulder-less, low cuts, high splits, etc. They were all physically good looking people and many of the women caught Zachary’s eye from the jump.
Zachary wore a loose fitting pair of brown linen slacks, with matching shirt, leather jacket and shoes. Candace wore a red fitted, button down blouse that covered her neck along with matching slacks and heels. She was looking voluptuously scrumptious as usual.
Zachary fixed on Candace and interrupted her gaze. When she met his eyes she pressed her lips against his and snuggled even closer against him. The both directed there attention back to the floor and Candace watched intently and smiled with anticipation as:
A shiny, buff, Asiatic looking black dude lay on a small velvet bench. Bald with smooth skin, his muscles were defined with distinct hard edges. One could speculate that all he owned was a spear, a shield and perhaps a loin cloth, but he would probably take offense to that.
As the dude lay on his back, he held down a pair of gyrating hips over his face. The hips belonged to a woman with his same skin complexion and long braids. She also had the same defined, lean muscles as he did. They were both in perfect shape and clearly natives of the same place.
As she continued gyrating her hips and rubbing her pearl over his outreached tongue, his cock began to rise like a cobra snake. A light chatter could be heard in the lounge along with “oh’s” and “ah’s”, as many of the women watching reacted to the sight of the ridiculously huge erection.
As the black, Asiatic woman gyrated on the man’s face in a steady rhythm, she leaned forward to lay her head beside his erect dick. It almost looked as if she was an ancient Egyptian worshiping a new obelisk. As she continued her gyration over his mouth, the pleasure of his tongue motion began to show on her smooth skinned face.
She began to breathing heavily through her mouth; her warm breath caressing his cock. Apparently the sensation was a pleasurable one because he gripped her hips and lower back in a bear hug to secure her firmly to his face. Some of the couples casually maneuvered themselves to better vantage point in order to see the man’s tongue slithering in and out of the woman’s vagina. The couples muttered different comments of approval to one another before continuing to quietly watch the show.
The woman sat up, bracing both hands on his thighs. She began breathing faster and whispering something in a foreign language or dialect as the man twisted his tongue from side to side while sliding it in and out of her vagina. As her climax approached she began squirming to get away from his mouth, but couldn’t break his iron grip. She was fixed on his erection before her eyes closed in a trance-like manor. Her torso began to rock back and forth, causing her proportionate breast to sway up and down. Whatever she was whispering, she now repeated clearer and louder like a chant.
She suddenly stopped rocking back and forth and her lower body had begun to shiver. Her chant faded back to a whisper and then silence as her breathing intensified even more through her open mouth. With eyes held shut from delirium, she finally released a long and steady climactic moan. Her body shuttered and her orgasmic juices splashed on the man’s mouth and cheeks then on to the floor. The splash sounded as if a drink was thrown in someones face.
The audience reacted with a light hum and sporadic comments of approval. The sound of their reaction broke the woman’s trance. She glanced around the lounge at everyone intently gazing back at her and finally realized that most of the women were fixed on the shinny dick in front of her. She hadn’t realized that in her fit of ecstasy she had lost control of her saliva and inadvertently drooled on the enormous erection before her.
Her eyes briefly squinted as she fixed on the dick like a predator would its prey. Suddenly, she ferociously inhaled the foot long, blood filled flesh into her throat like python.
“Damn,” several men and women in the audience chimed in simultaneously.
There was not much she could do with that much cock beside hold it her throat for several seconds. She finally leaned back, revealing the now shinny cock to everyone as she loudly gasped for air. She stayed fixed on the erection as she took a few seconds to catch her breath.
Her slow and sensual body movements made it clear that she was still feeling the sensation of her heavy orgasm when suddenly the man gripped her by the ass and benched pressed her, pushing her off his face and up into the air. She landed square on his pelvis with his dick inside her, in the reverse cowgirl position. The action was quick and precise like one of those Cirque Du Soleil balancing tricks and the audience approved with polite applause.
The woman immediately started bouncing on the erection, taking it in down to its base with each bounce. She leaned back to brace herself on his stomach, arching her back and displaying her bouncing breast as well. It was clear that the man enjoyed every stroke as his arms stretched out and fell to his sides like a spread eagle. His forehead wrinkled as his eyes were held shut from pleasure.
It was quite clear the she was very skilled and knew her partner well, as it took only a couple of minutes before the man reached forward to grab the woman by her arms and pull her off if his cock. As he did the erection flopped out and erupted like a geyser, splashing his cum against her stomach, breast, neck, and chin. As she caught her breath, her back remained arched with her head held back as his clear-grey liquid ran down, glazing her body.
Got-damn, Zachary thought.
The rest of the audience applauded the performance. Soon after the applause, those gathered behind Zachary and Candace’s love seat slowly dispersed as they engaged in different conversations, most commenting on what they’d just seen. It was obviously not a first time experience for most them. As Zachary and Candace stood up, several people approached Candace with a hug a peck on the cheek.
“Happy birthday girl,” one guy congratulated.
“Happy birthday Candy,” a gorgeous woman congratulated as she hugged Candace, “Did you enjoy the show?”
“Hey Maxi! Oh yes, girl,” Candice replied with enthusiasm in her voice and excitement on her face, “that was crazy!”
“Oh good, I’m so glad,” Maxi replied in relief. “You guys taking off now?”
“We might linger for a little bit then head on home,” Candace replied.
“Ok then, call me girl,” Maxi said before hugging Candace again and shuffling off to mingle with others. She and Candace were clearly dear friends with a history.
Candace immediately turned to Zachary. “You ready, babe?” she asked.
Zachary was obviously enjoying the view and it was clear that Candace barely had his attention.
“When ever you’re ready baby,” Zachary responded as he glanced at her. He missed her smirk.
“Oh…trying to bring something home?” She asked while wrapping her arms around him.
The question caught Zachary off guard, but indeed drew all of his attention.