Elaine: Sex and the Single Ambassador – Part III
By Kaitlyn K
Tired of working so hard to fuck, Benjamin eventually carried Elaine back to bed, where he gently placed her on her back. They had been fucking of over a half-hour, but both were still horny.
Benjamin was inside Elaine and was holding her legs against his chest.
“You, Madam Ambassador, are one hell of a piece of ass.” Benjamin’s tone was the same as if she had been congratulating Madam Ambassador on a fine dinner party.
“Tell me, Madam Ambassador, does anybody in the international community fuck like I do?”
Elaine, eyes wide open, shook her head no.
“So…your prince doesn’t fuck like I do…Does the Secretary of State? The Chief Justice? Some Nigerian ambassador with a cock the size of a frigate? Do they fuck like I do?”
Elaine, who had bachelors, master and doctorate degrees, considered the question rhetorical and didn’t answer.
Benjamin then lifted Elaine’s ass in the air, and, her legs still pressed against his chest, got off his knees and really banged the living fuck out of Elaine.
Elaine had no fucking clue what was happening. No man had ever collected her legs in front of him like this and – drilled was the only word for it – drilled her like this before.
This position, too, was rather labor intensive, but Benjamin had some endurance and he read Elaine perfectly and let up just enough when she, and him, for that matter, was about to come and Benjamin, who really knew what he was doing, worked his cock inside Elaine’s pussy so that they came more or less at the same time and the clock checked in at just over an hour of fucking when Benjamin collapsed on top of the United States Ambassador to Trgloshistan.
———
“Benjamin,” Elaine said later, while playing with Benjamin’s chest hair.
“Yes, Madam Ambassador?”
“I want more cock,” she said.
Benjamin was kind of distressed to hear that. In accordance with the older woman/younger man bylaws Benjamin had put out. A lot. For over an hour. He probably deserved a medal or something. Elaine, accustomed to reading people, could tell Benjamin was surprised.
“No, I don’t mean you. You’ve done your part, young man. Very well, too. I want more men, Benjamin. Multiple men. Black men, preferably. I don’t get out too often and I’ve always wondered.”
Benjamin was relieved. He probably could put out again, Elaine was really foxy, but he was thankful he wouldn’t have to. Plus, the request was easy to grant. He ran a hotel, after all, and was accustomed to catering to his guests. He knew a lot, including how to accommodate a request for multiple black cocks.
Benjamin nodded knowingly.
“Get dressed. It will be my pleasure to accommodate your request.”
“This is discreet? I don’t need to remind you of my station, do I?”
Benjamin found that funny.
“You bang a younger man in a by-the-hour motel and now you’re worried about discretion?”
Elaine thought about that a second and smiled. Benjamin had a point.
“Touché, Benjamin.”
“Don’t worry. I seldom notify the media, Elaine,” Benjamin said. “I’m in the discreet business. I’m paid to know.”
Elaine was pleased to hear that and nodded. She was silent on the drive over as Benjamin made a phone call.
“Hey, Dwayne,” Benjamin said. He then identified himself, and the hotel he worked for, which wasn’t really necessary because Dwayne remembered Benjamin.
“Yo, Benjamin, what’s up?”
“Got a guest who’s looking for some cock and wouldn’t completely object to taking on some brothers.”
Dwayne laughed. He didn’t know it, but Elaine had smacked Benjamin on the arm.
“Send her over. We got a party here tonight.”
“Actually, we’re on our way. We are going to require your famous discretion, to Dwayne.”
Dwayne laughed.
“Who you got, a fucking ambassador?”
Elaine could hear that, and both she and Benjamin laughed. After Benjamin put his phone away he heard Elaine snicker.
“You make it sound so sleazy,” Elaine said, not particularly complaining. ‘Taking on some brothers’. Was that necessary?”
“Elaine, you verbally manifested a desire to take on multiple black men. It’s hard to make it sound like the presentation of credentials at the Court of St. James.”
Elaine put a hand to her mouth and smiled.
“Very well. What am I getting myself into?”
Benjamin shrugged.
“It’s a private residence. Nice part of town. Guy who owns it hosts parties where you can screw whoever is willing to screw you.”
———
Benjamin and Dwayne sat on bar stools at a counter that ran along a wall in a large room known as The Pit. In the center of The Pit were a dozen or so mattresses, on one of which the United States Ambassador to Trgloshistan was being attended by two younger black studs. One was fucking the United States Ambassador to Trgloshistan from behind, while other was lying on his back and was getting blown by the United States Ambassador to Trgloshistan.
“Yo, Benjamin, how come you ain’t in there getting dirty? I’ve seen you do threesomes before.”
“Oh, Dwayne, I’ve been delivering the cock all night to her. I’m done.”
“Got some really young pussy floating around. Legal, but young.”
“Not tonight, Dwayne,” Benjamin said. “Hey, how come you brothers got the biggest cocks on the planet and while we got thumb dicks?”
Dwayne laughed and sipped his drink. He and Benjamin were chatting as if they were watching people throw darts in a bar and not watching people fuck.
“It’s growing up in Africa, Benjamin. Our blood’s thicker. When all that blood flows to our dicks it results in bigger cocks.”
Benjamin thought about that for a second.
“Dwayne, that’s a crock. Blood is thinner in the heat.”
Dwayne nodded.
“Yo, that works, too. Thinner blood means we have more of it, ergo bigger cocks.”
Benjamin laughed.
“I think it’s thinner in the heat,” Benjamin said, shaking his head. “I don’t really remember. I’m all right not continuing this discussion, by the way.”
Neither Benjamin nor Dwayne were too enthused by watching others screw. Dwayne, of course, presided over the festivities every night, and while Benjamin wasn’t a regular, neither was this his first visit to Dwayne’s either. Both were there only to ensure nothing happened to the United States Ambassador to Trgloshistan that the United States Ambassador to Trgloshistan, who appeared to be open to everything short of decapitation, didn’t want to happen to her. So the pair sat and chatted.
“Dwayne, why’s that guy looking at me” Benjamin asked, nodding in the general direction of a rather tidy Asian man sitting on a couch on the other side of The Pit. Typical of some Asians, Benjamin could not determine his age. Anywhere between 25 and 45, but that was as close as Benjamin could narrow it down.
“Yo, Benjamin, he wants to fuck you. We got a gay room down the hall. Called The Palace. Real nice, too.”
Benjamin was always surprised when men found him attractive. Men didn’t interest him at all, and he turned down the opportunity to have hot male ejaculate shot up his ass.
“He’s staring at me.”
“That’s because he wants to have sex with you, Benjamin. You ever had gay sex?”
Benjamin shook his head.
“Ever wondered about having gay sex?”
“Yeah, wondering why anyone would have it. It’s not for me.”
Dwayne laughed.
“Then stop looking at him then!”
Benjamin looked at Dwayne absentmindedly.
“That would probably help, yes.”
“Yo, Benjamin. Where’d you meet this broad? She comes from breeding.”
Benjamin nodded. “She does. Staying at the hotel. I just got through banging her like a gong, but she’s doesn’t get around much and wanted, uh, shall we say, an assortment tonight.”
Dwayne noted there was a line forming to enjoy the United States Ambassador to Trgloshistan.
“Well, Madam Ambassador is certainly getting it,” Dwayne noted.
Elaine: Sex and the Single Ambassador – Part II
Elaine: Sex and the Single Ambassador – Part IV
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