Red Carpet Rendezvous (public sex MMF menage)
Movie Star Threesome, #3
Romance, Erotica, Gay, Contemporary
| Author: | Sapphire Rush | ISBN: | 9781501480898 |
| Publisher: | Sapphire Rush | Publication: | August 7, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Sapphire Rush |
| ISBN: | 9781501480898 |
| Publisher: | Sapphire Rush |
| Publication: | August 7, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Chris Haverford is at the premiere of his latest blockbuster movie. He's the star, and he's working the media like the pro he is. But nobody else knows that he's invited crew members Bobby and Kay to the premiere as well, and his intentions are not as pure as his public image suggests. Will they be discovered when they all sneak into the same bathroom cubicle to relieve their mutual tensions?
These saucy 4,500 words of uncensored bisexual fantasy contain a hot threesome with strong gay themes, masses of tension, the ever-present possibility of discovery, and a multiply orgasmic mind-blowing finale.
Excerpt:
“Right here”, said Kay curtly, tugging Bobby's arm again. He turned, and there was a short corridor. At the end of it, a door. Through the door, a small restroom. Four toilet cubicles. And one of them was double wide, for the use of any disabled people attending the screening...
“No way...” said Bobby gently. “I just...”
“You'll do as you're told!” hissed a low, urgent voice. “Get in here quick before someone follows you!” Bobby nearly slipped and fell to the tiled floor as he was once again propelled by Kay, the force of nature, once again urging him on to something he'd never before considered doing.
“Okay,” said Chris, perched on top of the throne, seat lid down, “we've got about ten minutes before Freddy comes back.”
“Uh, who's Freddy?” said Bobby.
“The smiling gentleman who usually stands in the corner and gives you a drop of soap for a dollar or twenty”, said Chris. “Helps the guys with more money than sense feel like they're giving to a good cause. He's mysteriously decided to drop out for a quick cigarette break.” He sighed. “Are we screwing or having a coffee evening? Because if we were going to have a coffee evening, I'd have brought my own Delonghi.”
Bobby felt his heart rate increasing exponentially; but meanwhile, Kay was sitting right on Chris's lap, grinding on him, kissing him, stroking his hair. “Hey”, she purred. “If he's too chicken to join us, I say we just get on with it, and leave him to stand there and jerk himself off.” She tilted Crhis's head back, and looked deep into his eyes. “If he's that limp, I don't want him anyways.”
There was a short silence. Chris opened his mouth to say something, and then they all at once froze, exactly in place, still as statues. The door to the restroom had creaked open and then closed, and the clack of formal shoes on tiled floor sounded like individual gunshots as their owner crossed to one of the empty cubicles.
None of them even dared to breathe.menage mmf, gay, movie star, A-list, film star, double penetration, actor
Chris Haverford is at the premiere of his latest blockbuster movie. He's the star, and he's working the media like the pro he is. But nobody else knows that he's invited crew members Bobby and Kay to the premiere as well, and his intentions are not as pure as his public image suggests. Will they be discovered when they all sneak into the same bathroom cubicle to relieve their mutual tensions?
These saucy 4,500 words of uncensored bisexual fantasy contain a hot threesome with strong gay themes, masses of tension, the ever-present possibility of discovery, and a multiply orgasmic mind-blowing finale.
Excerpt:
“Right here”, said Kay curtly, tugging Bobby's arm again. He turned, and there was a short corridor. At the end of it, a door. Through the door, a small restroom. Four toilet cubicles. And one of them was double wide, for the use of any disabled people attending the screening...
“No way...” said Bobby gently. “I just...”
“You'll do as you're told!” hissed a low, urgent voice. “Get in here quick before someone follows you!” Bobby nearly slipped and fell to the tiled floor as he was once again propelled by Kay, the force of nature, once again urging him on to something he'd never before considered doing.
“Okay,” said Chris, perched on top of the throne, seat lid down, “we've got about ten minutes before Freddy comes back.”
“Uh, who's Freddy?” said Bobby.
“The smiling gentleman who usually stands in the corner and gives you a drop of soap for a dollar or twenty”, said Chris. “Helps the guys with more money than sense feel like they're giving to a good cause. He's mysteriously decided to drop out for a quick cigarette break.” He sighed. “Are we screwing or having a coffee evening? Because if we were going to have a coffee evening, I'd have brought my own Delonghi.”
Bobby felt his heart rate increasing exponentially; but meanwhile, Kay was sitting right on Chris's lap, grinding on him, kissing him, stroking his hair. “Hey”, she purred. “If he's too chicken to join us, I say we just get on with it, and leave him to stand there and jerk himself off.” She tilted Crhis's head back, and looked deep into his eyes. “If he's that limp, I don't want him anyways.”
There was a short silence. Chris opened his mouth to say something, and then they all at once froze, exactly in place, still as statues. The door to the restroom had creaked open and then closed, and the clack of formal shoes on tiled floor sounded like individual gunshots as their owner crossed to one of the empty cubicles.
None of them even dared to breathe.menage mmf, gay, movie star, A-list, film star, double penetration, actor
