The Beautiful Kind

The other day Beau was out of town and Belle and I were at sexy B’s (as in Beast!) house partying, and we asked if we could use his shmancy spa jacuzzi tub. He said sure, so we brought our robes with us, and after a while excused ourselves to get hot and wet.

We lit candles and I was drinking a beer. (Belle said, “Maybe we should say it was champagne instead of beer for the blog.” Ha!) Even though Belle doesn’t drink, I asked if she would take a swig and then pass it to me via her purty little mouth. She was game, and beer swapping was fun.

Then I suggested she spit the beer in my mouth, and she was happy to oblige. I opened my mouth wide, and she knelt over me and spit like a champ, and it dribbled all down my chin. It was Belladonna dirty hot! Then she poured some on my tits (fizzy cold!) and down my belly, where it ran in rivulets down into my thatch of pubic hair and foamed and dripped. I lifted my hips so she could taste it on my pussy.

Afterwards we rinsed off and put on our robes and went out and sat on the couch. By then the party had died down, and B was the lone wolf; he was sitting in the dark listening to music. I coyly beckoned him to sit between us on the couch, and he indulged us (later he told me it was like entering Hell’s Kitchen).

We snuggled up on either side of him and grooved on the music with the lights down low. I stroked his massive, hairy arm and breathed in his delicious manscent. Belle removed his glasses and played with his big mop of soft curls, grabbing handfuls. She asked him, “Have you ever been with a dom girl?” But alas, Beau had told him to keep an eye on us while he was away, not his hands, so finally he couldn’t take any more and he kicked us out.

ANYWAY, back to the beer swapping. Little did I know, but she was practicing with beer in preparation for the real thing.

GULP.

Come back later today for the dirty details.