Satin Slippers and Cowboy Boots
Two cups of coffee didn't begin to
clear the cobwebs from his head. He'd ordered the obligatory bagel, but had
only picked at it, tearing off small bite-size pieces, too tired to bother
eating. His eyes focused on the cup of steaming black starter fluid. The
haggard reflection staring back at him in the surface tension of the liquid
looked much older than he thought it should.
Jet lag, the malady of the business
traveler, and although the clock on the wall read 7:00 a.m., his body told
him it was much earlier. Three connecting flights, two layovers, and a
four-hour delay added up to a total of 28 hours since he'd stretched out
flat on a mattress. He was in a mood. His patience had worn tissue thin from
the airline's lack of customer service. Ironic, due to the fact he'd made
the trip to give a presentation on customer service policies at corporate
Holding the cup closer to his face, he
stared at the wavering likeness. The miles seemed to appear on his face like
a map. A shadow blocked his sight and he looked up to see his server holding
a pot of coffee. Somehow, she'd mistaken his investigation into the
reflection as a signal that he needed a refill. Forcing a smile, he thanked
Denise for her attention.
He noticed movement in the corner of
his eye as a woman sat down at the next table. Before he could turn to look
at her, she barked at Denise. "Can I get some service here?"
Unlike the rest of the patrons, she
hadn't waited for a waitress to seat her; she'd gone straight to a table and
expected immediate service. Denise responded as if it were normal and
promptly filled her coffee cup.
As he turned to see what type of
person would demand such special treatment, he saw a raven-haired beauty
peeling a cashmere wrap off her thin, muscular frame. The well-developed
shape of her arms and shoulders struck him with the thought that she could
be a dancer.
His thoughts were quickly confirmed
when she draped a pair of well-worn, satin, ballet slippers over the back of
the chair between the tables. Her slate gray eyes met his with an intensity
he'd seldom seen. Though she tried to look at him disdainfully, he saw the
fire of passion she hid. She curled her upper lip into a sneer and rolled
her beautiful eyes. She was stunning without a doubt, but the cold, bitter
impression killed any romantic thoughts that may have stirred.
Denise returned and served a scone to
the ballet dancer. As she bounced away, he summoned her with a slight wave.
"Can I ask you a question?"
Her bubble gum popped with each
enthusiastic bite, she answered, "Okay."
"What's the deal with her?" he asked,
tipping his head in the dancer's direction.
Denise turned her back to the dancer
and whispered, "You don't know? That's Anya Powers; she's the
Prima-Ballerina from New York Ballet Company."
"Why does she have to act like such a
"Oh my God, that's so funny." She
unconsciously rested her hand on his shoulder.
He wondered if Denise had any idea how
much of a tease she could be. All the prerequisite tools were there, youth,
a curvaceous body, long flowing strawberry blond hair, and an outgoing
personality. Denise trailed her fingers down his shoulder and said, "Thanks
for the smile, I needed that." Then she bounced away, her shapely buns
He flinched as he heard the loud
scraping of a chair sliding across the tile floor. He turned to see Anya
slide her chair closer next to his. Her locked on his, holding his
"You like that do you?" She proclaimed
"That little tart. You'd like to fuck
that wouldn't you?"
He was stunned by her remark, but
recovered quickly, "What business is it of yours?"
She sipped her coffee slowly,
measuring her response. "It most certainly is my business. Denise is my
bitch and no damn cowboy is going to contaminate my bitch unless I say so."
He shifted uncomfortably, trying to
abate the stirring in his slacks. Swallowing hard, he tried to sound calm.
"She's your bitch you say? And what makes you think I'm a cowboy?"
Again, she patiently sipped her
coffee. "Let's just say I'm good at reading people. Those boots you've got
on aren't common around here. And yes Denise is as much mine, as I'm hers."
Shifting in his chair did little to
ease the growing tension between his thighs, he replied, "So my boots gave
"It wasn't your accent. You've hidden
that well, you sound like you're from Anyplace America."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
From across the cafe, Denise noticed
the couple and cautiously approached with a pot of coffee. Anya turned to
the younger woman and nodded slightly. The unspoken command was received by
the young vivacious Denise, who carefully refilled Anya's cup. Denise
quietly asked, "Would sir like a scone?"
As he opened my mouth to answer, Anya
replied, "Yes he would." Anya turned to him and asked. "What shall we call
"Alex would be fine," he nervously
"I presume you know who I am. If not,
call me Anya."
He graciously accepted the scone
although he wasn’t hungry. Glancing at his watch, Alex noticed that time had
gotten away from him and he had just a few minutes to make it to the
corporate headquarters. Reluctantly he said, "I'm afraid I must leave."
"If you must. It's your loss." Anya
replied with an air of coolness in her voice.
He took her hand and pressed his lips
to her knuckles. "Would it be worth my while to stop by after my meetings
Anya nearly smiled, "If that's a
gamble you want to take then by all means, do as you wish."
Frozen with indecision, he looked deep
into her slate eyes. He stared at her for several moments before Anya
snapped her fingers, bringing him out of his trance. "Didn't you say you had
to be going?"
He nodded and reached for his
briefcase. "Later it is then." He walked unsteadily out of the café, hoping
she wouldn't notice the prominent bulge in his pants. He glanced back for
one last look only to see that Anya had already gathered her things and was
heading out through the kitchen.
The meetings were a blur; his
attention wasn't on the presentations. Fortunately, he'd rehearsed the
speeches and they went off without a hitch. The seminar adjourned early for
an evening of carousing planned by his peers. Alex managed to beg off,
claiming severe jet lag, which was partially true, and returned to his hotel
At approximately 8:00 p.m., Alex
returned to the Mudhouse Cafe. The three-hour nap, hot shower, and a change
of clothes made him feel somewhat human again. He didn't fully expect to see
either Denise or Anya, but was still disappointed when they weren't waiting
for him in the café.
A waiter seated him at a table near
the back wall and Alex ordered coffee and a turkey sandwich. The sense of
absolute hunger was soon sated and he wondered if they would show up. He'd
remembered the non-committal way Anya had left their conversation.
His mind wandered to the possibilities
of two vastly different women. In all his travels, he'd yet to encounter a
threesome. He honestly hoped he could change that, but they had to show up
One hour passed, then two. Still no
sign of Anya or Denise, and he wondered if he'd been stood up. He felt
foolish as each lonely minute passed. Finally, after three hours, he left
the café, angry with himself for being so gullible.
As he entered the hotel lobby, he
decided a beer was in order to calm his mind. Stepping into the semi-dark
hotel lounge, he heard a woman speak his name. He turned to see Anya and
Denise in a corner booth. Both were dressed to the nines.
Dumbfounded, he stood staring at them,
wondering how they knew where he was staying. Denise slid out of the booth
and sauntered over to take his hand. She led him to the booth, her hips
Anya looked up from her Chablis, "I
guess you're wondering how we found you. It's all quite simple, Denise took
your name from the credit card receipt and called hotels until she found
"I'm impressed, but why the effort?"
Alex asked cautiously.
Anya glanced at Denise, and as if
silently commanded, she made her way to the bar. The moment she was out of
earshot, Anya sighed. "It's not easy training someone so young." She took a
sip from her Chablis. "Now to answer your question, I must allow Denise her
dalliances from time to time, lest she grow bored and venture out on her
own, getting into Lord knows what kind of trouble."
"What does this have to do with me?"
"She made it very clear to me that you
got her juices flowing this morning. Denise has a weakness for tall lanky
cowboys." She looked down at his crotch and said, "Although you're not my
type, I do have to admit that I'm more than a little curious myself."
"I'm flattered, but isn't this risky?
How do you know that I'm not some sort of wacko?"
"Remember when I said I can read
people? You seem quite harmless, though maybe a bit on the kinky side."
"Kinky, me? Don't tell me that just
because I prefer black, snake skin boots makes me a pervert."
Anya smiled the first true smile he'd
seen on her face. He thought to himself that it was a shame she didn't smile
more. It lit up her face.
Denise returned and handed Alex a tall
mug of amber beer. He thanked her and watched as she slid into the booth on
his right. On either side of him sat an attractive woman, Denise the picture
of blonde exuberance, and Anya the dark exotic beauty of Eastern European
Tipping back the mug of brew, he took
a long satisfying drink. Alex toyed with the mug unsure of his next move. He
could smell soap on Denise's skin as she leaned against his shoulder. He
took another pull on his beer, nearly finishing the drink. It was his
opportunity, and hoped theirs too. "Shall we retire to my room?" he said
surprised with his own brazenness.
"Not yet, we have plenty of time."
Anya calmly answered.
Alex sat back, watching them,
contemplating his approach. He shouldn't have bothered wasting his time; the
game was in their hands. The threesome sat and enjoyed a couple more rounds
of drinks and conversation, tinged with sexual innuendo. The moment Alex
completed his third brew, Denise got to her feet and offered her hand. He
reached out and encircled her small fingers in his large hand. As he stood,
Anya gracefully floated up from her side of the booth. The three of them
made their way through the lobby arm in arm in arm. All the while, Alex felt
the envious stares of all the men they passed.
When the elevator doors closed, Denise
fell heavily against him, sliding her arm around my waist and pushing him
against the back of the metal box. As her hot breath tickled his neck, she
ran her right-handed up and down his back, each time probing lower and
lower, into his pants. Shocked by the sudden intensity of her passion, Alex
heard his pulse pounding in his ears.
When she pulled his shirt out of his
waistband and put her hand next to his skin, Alex forgot his fears and felt
his cock swell. At the same moment, Anya leaned into his other side and
laced his neck with her hot breath, whispering hotly into his other ear,
"Cowboy, why don't you show us big city girls how you can ride?" Her hand
danced up his thigh, moving towards the growing bulge in his pants.
He wrapped his arms around them,
encircling them, and pulling each closer to his chest. They worked his shirt
buttons free and undid his belt. Anya whispered something to Denise that
Alex didn't hear and before he knew it, they crouched by his feet, tugging
at his pant legs. His inhibitions faded and he looked down at the beautiful
women undressing him.
With each tug, they ran their hands
over his legs, Denise occasionally brushing his balls with the back of her
hand. Anya pushed him into a corner of the elevator and pulled his pants
down to his ankles. Alex tried to help them, but Anya stopped him with a
head-shake. She cupped his balls through his underwear and licked her lips.
Denise grabbed his shaft and raked her tongue across her teeth.
Before they could go any further, the
elevator bell rang. Alex barely had time to yank his pants up and pull his
sport coat closed to cover his naked chest as the doors slid open. Good
thing, as there, waiting for the elevator, was one of his colleagues. Alex
made a quick cursory greeting and bade him a good evening. Luckily, Anya and
Denise walked down the hall, giving the illusion that the three of them
Finally, they reached his room, and
Alex fumbled with the room key. No sooner, had the door shut behind him,
than the women had his coat and shirt off, Denise pushed him onto the bed.
While Denise worked on his pants, Anya
disappeared into the bathroom. In no time, Alex was completely naked, his
cock obscenely bobbing as it throbbed against his stomach. Denise stood at
the foot of the bed, still dressed. It then occurred to him that he was the
only one naked. This should've unnerved him, but it only added to his
Suddenly, the door to the bathroom
swung open and Anya emerged dressed in a ballet outfit. Her alabaster skin
added to the overall effect of her as a beautiful swan matched the pure
white color of the outfit right down to her well-worn ballet slippers. The
only part of her costume that seemed incongruent was the open crotch
Upon Anya's entrance, Denise moved to
one side of the room and dropped to her knees. Anya took one graceful step
and leaped into the air, floating down on top of Alex, who still lay prone
on the mattress. She bent forward and put her lips to his, moving her hips
and exciting herself with the friction of her crotch against his body. He
tried to put his arms around Anya and pull her closer but suddenly, he heard
the clicking of handcuffs as his wrists were secured to the headboard. He
looked up to see Denise twirling the key ring in her finger and a devilish
grin on her face.
Alex helplessly watched Denise strip
to matching bra and panties. She calmly walked to the foot of the bed and
finished securing him by tying his ankles with silk scarves to the
He returned his attention to Anya.
Through the thin veil of her costume, he could make out the true shape of
her breasts; small, with areolas that covered half of their surface. They
sat high and the nipples pointed straight towards him. She lowered them
within mere inches of his mouth and began to shake them from side to side.
Alex raised his head and tried to catch one between my teeth, but she pulled
Alex felt Denise grip his cock in her
hand. Her hot breath caressed his thigh as she lowered her face to his
crotch. She fondled his shaft and raked her thumb across his sensitive
glans. His eyes clamped shut and he involuntarily flexed as she dragged her
tongue up his length as though it was some treasured delicacy.
Before Denise could capture his cock
head in her mouth, Anya slid down flat on top of him, and ground her pelvis
against his. He felt the bed shift as Denise moved down between his legs,
her hair tickling across his thighs.
"Do it, Denise, do it," Anya murmured,
her forehead dropping to his chest. As she said it, Alex realized what was
happening. Denise was licking Anya's very wet pussy. Anya squirmed and
moaned, clawing at him, and licking his nipples.
Just when Denise knew Anya was ready;
she grasped Alex's cock and held it straight up, and with her free hand,
pulled Anya onto the raging hardon. She groaned when it sank into her,
wadding the sheets in her fists.
Denise removed her remaining clothes,
her large breasts and ample bottom gleamed in the half-light of the motel
room. She took Anya's place on Alex's chest, half-straddling him and sitting
up on her knees. He wanted to wrap his hands around her ripe behind, to run
his hand over her soft, fleshy cheeks, open her up to receive him. He
strained against the handcuffs to no avail.
Their arms were around each other and
they were kissing each other and toying with each other's breasts. At one
point, Anya bent her head down and took one of Denise's nipples between her
teeth. She gasped and sank onto his face. Alex took aim, drove his tongue
into Denise's wet cunt, and drank in her moist sweetness. The dew flowed
down his face as he swallowed.
He craned his neck and screwed his
tongue against Denise's rosebud. She humped back on his face and groaned.
"Fuck me with your tongue." At the same time, Anya bounced on his hips. She
growled and threw her arms around Denise and worked out a rhythm between
Up and down they went; his cock and
tongue charging up to meet them. With each second, Alex rushed nearer to
shooting and they answered his urges with their cries of ecstasy. His head
whirled and his shaft swelled. He redoubled my efforts and Anya stiffened
and moaned, "I'm coming!" which was followed by Denise's cry of, "Yes!"
They were uncontrollable. The moment
their orgasms subsided, they freed Alex of his bonds, and he took control,
flinging Denise over on her back. Her face etched with ecstatic desire, she
pulled at his neck, and whispered. "Fuck me Cowboy."
Alex spread her legs with his knees
thighs and bent over her. He dove into her breasts, sucking at her big
nipples, biting her tender flesh, and suckling the cleavage. "Oh fuck me.
C'mon, fuck me," she cried, but he continued to tease her, excite her,
Anya slid down beside Denise and
rubbed her ballet slipper-clad foot over Denise's labia, driving her into a
fury. "Fuck me, please fuck me," Denise cried. Anya's ballet slipper plunged
into her and Denise's body shuddered.
Alex moved back, freeing himself from
Anya's hand. Rolling Denise onto her side, he plugged his mouth onto her
juicy, come soaked ass. His tongue drove into her dark flower and she reached
back, pulling wildly at his hair. Guiding Anya into position between
Denise's legs, he eased her ballet slipper back into the clutching folds of
Denise's inflamed cunt. Anya's foot slipped in past the arch and Denise
whimpered, grinding her hips against the impromptu penis, covering it with
Alex reached for the inconspicuous jar
of Albolene on the night table. He lubricated his hard shaft and moved in
behind Denise. He took aim and pushed his fiery member against Denise's
rosebud. Slowly increasing the pressure, his swollen head popped in past her
"Oh yeah," Denise gasped. "Push it in
my ass. Fill me up."
He did as requested and slid his slick
cock deep into her rectum. Denise moaned loudly and threw her head back. His
back muscles flexed as he pushed again and slipped completely into her
Being the patient lover, he waited for
her to adjust to the fullness of his cock in her ass. Denise turned her head
to look back at Alex and he could see the hunger in her eyes. She was
totally immersed in the heady double penetration. A smile curled the corners
of her lips and she hissed, "Fuck my ass, baby."
Needing no further encouragement, Alex
pulled out, leaving just the head of his cock nestled in her gripping
tunnel. Pausing for effect, he pushed forward. Each thrust became faster and
harder, high on themselves, they moaned and bit and clawed at each other, a
frenzy of cock, ass, pussy, and ballet slipper.
Denise screamed into the pillow, her
ass charging out to meet his cock and Anya's foot, driving both deeper into
her with a wet slapping sound. "Fuck me," cried Denise.
Alex looked over to find that Anya had
worked four fingers into her pussy and ass, simulating the double
penetration. She was staring at the dual penetration and contorting her
wrists as she worked herself to oblivion. Their eyes met and she sighed as
her body shook in the clutches of orgasm.
Alex ravished Denise's butt, slamming
into her, searching out her innermost depths. Her responses became fiercer
as she neared climax. All at once, her body jerked convulsively and she
tensed. "Oh fuck I'm coming," she exclaimed. He pushed hard into her as his
climax washed over him. Alex pumped his seed into her bowels, growls
escaping from his throat.
Anya yelled, "Do it, I'm there too, I
can feel you coming on my foot."
On and on they went, going up and over
the crest. When they finally came down from the plateau, they curled up
together and slowly drifted into a deep sleep.
Alex awoke several hours later, alone
in the dark. Reaching for the light switch, he felt something on the pillow.
As the yellow light bathed the room, he found the ballet slippers were what
he'd brushed against. Tucked neatly into one of them was a small note that
Thanks for the ride. Next time you're
in town look us up.
P. S. I now know what all the fuss is
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