As a journalist, I was frequently at those functions too and so it was that, in the capital of a small South American country, I met the Dutch ambassador. He liked to be known as Johnny. He was tall and fair-haired, like many Dutch people, but his hair was longish and curly and he didn’t have the severe look that many of his diplomatic peers did.
Johnny liked rock music and dining out. His wife, Lori (short for Lothlorien and she didn’t really know why her parents had called her that) was not tall for a Dutch woman; she was average height, she too had fair, curly hair and she was very slim, with small breasts.
It was some sort of national holiday and we were gathered at the house of the foreign minister, a big, fancy place on the outskirts of town.
I stood and talked to Johnny and Lori – you do a lot of standing around with a glass of wine at these things – and they were as bored as I was. We agreed that as soon as the opportunity presented itself we would leave discreetly and go for a drink somewhere more relaxed, and at 9:30 that chance came and we made our escape. I followed them in their Mercedes, I in my Toyota, to a bar near their official residence.
We had a bottle of red wine – chilled, as you often find in hot countries – and some snacks. I sat in the middle of the upholstered bench with them on either side, and I thought Lori was a shade closer than she needed to be. That was fine with me, though. She smelled good and if you believe in “vibes”, the ones I was receiving from her were more than friendly.
When the wine finished we all fancied a brandy, but the bar didn’t have anything decent.
“We’ve got some,” Lori said, looking at Johnny. “Cognac.”
“Hennessey XO,” Johnny told me, and I smiled and nodded my approval.
Five minutes later we were in the bright, white and cream-furnished area by their swimming pool, sipping the Hennessey and talking about music.
A young black woman wandered through from the kitchen and Johnny introduced her as Kitty. She was substantially built, with strong limbs and large breasts and a pneumatic bottom.
Kitty smile politely and looked at her employers with bemusement.
“Johnny’s brought me a present,” Lori said, and Kitty giggled. I settled down on the sofa with Lori and we discussed The Smiths and Martika, and how was possible to like both This Charming Man and Toy Soldiers without losing your credibility. It’s not a discussion you can have with everybody, because people tend to be in one camp or the other, but Lori shared my broad tastes.
“I once went into a secondhand record store in Amsterdam and bought Every Time We Say Goodbye by Ella Fitzgerald and New Rose by The Damned, she informed me. I looked up to raise an approving eyebrow at her husband, but he wasn’t there. Nor was Kitty.
Lori took my hand and led me through the house, locking the doors behind her, and up the staircase. Through the open door of a large, airy bedroom I could see Johnny and Kitty naked on one of two king-size beds. Johnny was on his knees between Kitty’s legs and they were in their own little erotic world, insulated by lust and pleasure as he licked her. Kitty looked over at us briefly as Lori led me to the other bed.
There she put her arms around me and kissed me without explanation. Her small, sprite-like tongue darted around my mouth, sending signals to my crotch, as she unzipped my trousers, slipped them down and placed them neatly on a chair.
Lori sat on the bed, removed her panties as I slipped off my shirt, and pulled me on top of her. The lapping and slurping from the next bed told me what was still going on over there, but soon it stopped and I became aware that Johnny and Kitty were watching me attending to his wife.
Words were redundant. Johnny’s casual smile gave me full permission, as if he had handed over the keys to his car. He was, after all, driving another one himself.
As if to confirm the arrangement, Lori went down on me with brazen abandon, her mouth sucking me hungrily. Kitty, perhaps taking it as her cue, promptly went down on Lori’s husband. I was not just watching pornography, I was in pornography and I wouldn’t have been at all surprised to see the director emerge from wherever the camera was.
Lori looked over at the others, caught her husband’s eye and moved me onto my knees so she could lick my arse. Johnny did the same to Kitty and soon I maneouvred Lori into position and did it to her. Being slim and small-boned, Lori had a compact rear end. I didn’t have to delve into it, as Johnny was doing to his fleshy, succulent black girl – and I wondered if I would have that pleasure later – but Lori’s little hole was right there at the tip of my tongue. I licked her anus and she moaned with pleasure.
Then Kitty began to wail, “Aaaahhh.” Johnny’ attentions were driving her to the edge. Lori turned round and whispered in my ear.
“Fuck me, Pete.” As she was on her stomach I just lay on top of her, pulled her central hinge up for better access and plunged my cock into her delicious pussy. I banged her – that is the word to describe it in this case – hard, and I could tell that was what she wanted. Her hips were rigid as I fucked her. She wanted to feel the force of my thrusts. The slapping of my flesh against hers drew my attention to the silence from the other bed, and when I looked across, I saw that Kitty was now crouching over Johnny’s face, pissing into his mouth.
“Oh god,” Lori said languidly. “Oh for fuck’s sake,” and with that she came to a bucking, tumultuous orgasm. I knew I had contributed to it, but I wasn’t the sole architect of her ecstasy. I released my spunk onto her lower back and down between her buttocks and I lay there on top of her. She reached for some tissues and wiped herself quickly before settling on her back. She pushed me aside gently as Kitty appeared above us.
“For you, Madam?” she asked cheekily, and climbed aboard to give the rest of her liquid delivery to Lori. I watched from a few inches away as the girl pissed into Lori’s mouth.
When she had finished, Kitty looked down at me and smiled.
“None left, I’m afraid.” She straddled me anyway, so I could lap up the residue from her slippery, salty delta. Then she leaned back and gave me her arsehole. I licked her there gratefully, thankful that she hadn’t left me out but in fact saved the best for last.
Then Kitty returned to the ambassador’s bed and his wife and I cuddled on hers. After a while she led me into a small side room to get dressed and as we reached the foot of the stairs we saw Kitty standing in the doorway of what must have been her room. Lori touched Kitty on the shoulder and they said goodnight. Kitty have me an affectionate peck on the lips.
At the front door, Lori and I kissed long and dreamily, before I headed into the night and my humble apartment.
Alone and dazed, I put on The Smiths’ How Soon is Now, followed by Martika, collected my thoughts and drank a last glass of red before retiring to bed and a quick wank , and then sleep overtook me.
