the sexual fantasy continues into an orgy of interracial pleasures

Fantasy Part 2

by Spin

The restaurant was indeed beautiful and a great jazz group was playing in the corner. She asked for Henry and Lila and the hostess said the were waiting and led them to the back of the restaurant. Oceania wondered if the hostess knew why they were meeting, or if this was a usual routine for Henry and Lila. When they got to the table, Oceania went into shock. They were black!!! He very black and she mullato colored, but defintley black. It came to her instantly. West Indian, British accent, Caribbean restaurant. She didn't know how to react. She thought for a moment and smiled. Not only might she fuck someone she didn't know, but maybe even a black man. This could be wild. They all extended hands, shook and sat down.

Henry was about six feet tall, very thin and handsome. He was extremely refined and dressed as out of GQ. Lila was her height, also thin and had breasts that seemed bigger then her body should support. She was wearing what was obviously a designer gown and left no question about the goods in the package. Her complexion was flawless. She could live with this, she thought, how would Spin react. The conversation was very entertaining and the appetizers came hot and spicy. Henry and Lila had been everywhere.

Soon, almost on cue they both went to the bathroom. "What do you think of Lila?' she asked Spin. "She is very beautiful" he answered. Oceania, leaned over very closely to him, grabbed his cock under the table and whispered, "How would you like to fuck her?"

Spinnaker was chewing on a piece of spicy jerk chicken and the combination of her hand squeezing his cock and her question made him gasp and drop the appetizer down his shirt. As Oceania brushed it off, she leaned across him firmly pressing her bra less breasts into his body. She quickly explained the ad and the reason for dinner. "But I had no idea they were black" she said. "At any rate we don't have to do anything, except eat." she explained. "What do you think of them being black?" he asked, "It certainly doesn't bother me, remember, I'm a liberal." he laughed. "I don't know" she answered, "my mom would freak out, but this whole thing would freak her anyway. Let's see how it goes." Meanwhile her cunt was wet and without any panties she was hoping it didn't show too much. "You are the captain" Spin whispered as he gave her nipple a subtle squeeze, just as Henry and Lila returned to the table.

The dinner continued and all could sense a nervous energy going on. The conversation was a lot of fun, Henry and Lila were both from Jamaica and Henry had been educated at Oxford and the Sorbonne in Paris. Lila had her MBA from Columbia. Lila was indeed beautiful. She was wearing a halter top dress with no back and the low cut criss cross in the front held her ample tits as if they were in cups. She seemed to reach across the table more and more for the bread and butter and water. With each stretch her mocha colored mounds became more and more exposed. One could almost imagine her nipple, which was sticking out from the silk fabric, would slip out of the dress. Still, with all the fencing and a few double entree's going on, the dinner seemed to drag. Spinnaker leaned back and in a very casual voice asked, "Tell me Lila, in your advertising business, do you ever push a campaign of bait and switch?" The table went silent and then they all laughed loudly. The ice was broken.

Lila, answered. "Upon occasion I have tried that tactic, but only with clients who can appreciate the rewards. I am very choosy about who I would suggest such an adventure. If however, you were my client , I would defintley suggest exactly that approach." They all seemed to move closer together. Henry asked Oceania if she liked her food hot and spicy? Of course they were at a Caribbean restaurant. She instantly responded, "I like everything hot, but can you separate the hot from the spicy? Henry smiled and said, "We could accomplish whatever you would desire." Although the question was asked of him, he highlighted the we in his answer. His hand began to stroke the insides of her thigh and an obvious moan escaped her lips. They finished the dinner in a discrete and civilized manner and then Henry suggested a night cap at their apartment. All eyes passed between each other and all nodded.

Henry and Lila lived in aloft at the top of a warehouse in Soho. It was beautiful and dramatic. It was also huge, with 20 foot ceiling and highly polished oak floors. The kitchen was all stainless steel and restaurant caliber. There was professional exercise equipment in one corner, mountain bikes stored neatly on a wall and it really quite spectacular. The odd part, was there was really no where to sit. While chairs were scattered throughout, the bed which must have been custom built, for it was the size of a king and a half, occupied the entire center of the expansive room. Behind it was a massive mirror which also seemed to double the size of the place. On the bed were scattered all sorts of pillows. It was apparent that this was the only place to sit.

Henry suggested a bottle of champaign. OH. oh thought Oceania, this is what started us off last time. But that didn't end so bad, so she was the first to say yes. The choice was excellent and after the glasses were filled, they went to sit, on the bed of course. Almost naturally, the men leaned against monstrous pillows and Lila sat in Spinnakers lap and Oceania settled into Henry's lap. As they chatted, Spin wrapped his arms around Lila. His hands automatically slipped inside her dress and cupped her very impressive breasts. It all seemed so cozy and Spin began to very lightly brush Lila's nipples which were bursting against the silk fabric. Lila settled deeper against Spin and was moaning softly. As he began to roll his fingers against her nipples she moaned louder and louder. She was soon breathing harder and harder and was moaning and gasping. Spin became a little self conscious and looked over to Oceania for a sign of approval.

He need not have been concerned. Oceania was dressed in a form fitting gown which was also a halter neck. However, it was tight against her neck in the front and open in the back. Her tits were clear against the fabric and all night her super erect nipples had driven Henry crazy. He now had his arms wrapped around her and his large hands tucked inside the front and covering her tits. He was now massaging her whole breasts and his hands were pulling and stretching the fabric. Oceania was also moaning loudly and pressing her ass into Henry's lap. She then reached up to the back of her neck and untied the halter. The top of her gown fell forward and Henry's black hands were a contrast to the white mounds of Oceania. From the sounds of her moans and whimpering she had made her decision and didn't give the least concern about what Spin might be doing next to her.

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