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Comfortably Decadent - Part Three
Jul 1st, 2024 by Holiday
During college I threw myself wholeheartedly into living the gilded gutter life. The doomed affairs and drowsy, drug-weary attitudes were the stuff of my actual, night-time peregrinations around St. Louis’ bohemian demi-monde.
Hedonists Brendan Shaw and Sarah Kendall were equally distinguished in carnal passion. Debauchery was de rigueur among their crowd, but rarely did it come so openly as in Adele Owen.
Adele possessed a feral sexuality bordering on the reckless that allowed her to switch from imperiousness to wanton mischief in the flick of a cat’s tail.
She reclined nude on the cool leather booth while the bartender performed oral sex devotedly in front of her aroused, middle-aged husband.
Herb was distinctly excited, stroking his thick cock. He looked at me. I knew what he wanted.
I had sucked cock before – but not in front of other people, and certainly not in public. This seemed like an unnatural liaison: going down on an older man, in full view of his wife and her one-night companion. Yet the indecency that evening was so comfortable and uninhibited.
I looked at my watch. It was late, just past 10:30 p.m.
Herb stood nude before me and unbuttoned my shirt. I offered no resistance as he ran his large hands over my chest. When he teased my nipples with a playful squeeze, I moaned like a slut.
Across the booth from Adele and the bartender, Sarah had also discarded all clothing and reclined to better enjoy oral sex from her lover. The professor was so good at cunnilingus that he sent Sarah raiding the thesaurus for superlatives.
Herb placed one firm hand on my shoulder, and encouraged me to fondle his throbbing cock.
“You know what I want,” he said.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Go ahead, suck my cock. In front of everyone.”
I descended to my knees without hesitancy, inhaled the masculine fragrance of his thick cock and eagerly kissed the exquisite length of swollen shaft.
Herb ran his hands through my hair as I engulfed his glistening cock.
“Yes, that’s right,” he said emphatically. “You love to give blowjobs.”
I nodded affirmatively; there was no denying the truth. My ex-girlfriend could not accept my bisexuality. Paige thought my physical attraction to men was disgraceful.
Time and again, I thought I could change for her. Yet this was like asking me to change the color of my eyes. We were destined for a short history.
The fact that no one noted my behavior with Herb made me increasingly uninhibited. Soon I had my clothes off and was nude on my knees, letting the older man enjoy the fever of excitement expressed by my willing mouth.
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