Paolo's cousin, as I've already mentioned here, being in a woman's shoes and having a gorgeous Black lover filled me with happiness and excitement. Paolo was the ideal partner: handsome, clean, well-educated, but in my opinion, a little too demure and polite for the slut I was and intended to become. I had already confided in him how I had arranged for my girlfriend Gloria to cheat on me. Of course, she didn't know that it was me who had given her phone number and address to the boyfriend of Patricia, my beautiful mistress, Max, a macho man known throughout the city for all his conquests, his vigor, and his virility. Max was kind enough to forward me all the steamy text messages and describe, over a drink, the details of his torrid encounters with my darling Gloria. It was a very exhilarating mix of pain, pleasure, and desire. I was telling him all this one evening in bed, snuggled in Paolo's arms while I caressed his penis. He really liked my perversion and, while calling me a slut, congratulated me on the idea. So I told him about my desire to be with several men at once, asking if he minded and if he wasn't jealous. For my part, I had told him that I encouraged him to go out with whomever he wanted as long as he told me everything, but up until then, he was content with just me. He had nothing against sharing me or even lending/renting me out, and that in fact, he had a cousin who might be very interested, and he had already told him about this white guy who became his prostitute at night… Whoa, that made me blush and felt uncomfortable that he was talking about me, but it was for a good cause. So I asked him to describe him to me. "He's not bad looking," he told me, "he's muscular, very dark-skinned (Paolo was more of a light brown), but on the other hand, he's a bit of a thug, he's a boxer and gets into fights often, he's quite violent…" Hmmm, that instantly aroused me. "Are you interested?" he asked. " Of course, I'd like to meet him, two handsome men to fuck me, that sounds good to me. " " When?" "Well, as soon as possible…" Okay, I'll call him and see if he's available. After a few rings, my cousin answered, and after a few jokes, Paolo got down to business. "I've got a white prostitute here, you know, the one I told you about, yes, I'm at her place, she'd like a threesome." He gave him my address. Okay, he's coming. Go freshen up and get ready. You've got some whisky, that's what he drinks. I'm warning you, he's just come from training and is full of adrenaline, but don't worry, I'm his sweetheart. After a quick shower, I put my makeup back on and my thigh-high boots, little black nightgown and no panties, blonde wig and Chanel No. 5… A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Paolo told me he'd open it, so I crossed the garden, dressed like a prostitute, which embarrassed me because of the neighbors' prying eyes, and I opened the gate a crack. A very dark-skinned athlete, in shorts and a tank top, nodded at me, "Come on, open it up..." I gave him a shy "Good evening" and indicated my front door. In the living room, Paolo greeted him, and they shook hands. Then Paolo ordered me to pour them two whiskeys. I did, and with the whiskey in hand, the boxer began to stare at me and make comments to Paolo, who laughed. " Well, Monika," he said, "I'd like you to meet my cousin Richard. He apologizes, but he hasn't had time to shower, but I know that doesn't bother you, right?" He was actually covered in sweat. I approached him, he looked at me mockingly and said, "So you're going to be my whore tonight?" " Yes, sir. " "Good," he said. I put my arms around his neck, and he took me by the waist and kissed me, a very long, passionate, and deep kiss. His muscular body, hard as concrete against mine, his very strong scent of a rutting male, which would have bothered me in other circumstances, excited me to the highest degree. He stopped kissing my mouth to kiss my neck, "You smell good, you little slut..." and his hands kneaded my buttocks, not too gently. I liked it. Paolo watched us, smiling. Our stomachs touched, and our erections rubbed together. I pulled Richard's orange tank top up over his chest, revealing a lean, muscular body, unlike Paolo's round, swollen muscles. I began licking the acrid, salty sweat from his chest, truly relishing the experience. Then I made him lift his arms, buried my face under his hairy armpits, and drank his sweat. It was too exciting—for him, for me, and for Paolo. My hand slid down to his erection in his shorts. I grasped it and gently caressed it through the fabric. Paolo was surprised that I was so crazy about his cousin's sweat, as he had impeccable hygiene, and I had never smelled anything unpleasant about him. Slowly, I slid down to his feet, caressing his abs, licking down to his navel, lingering there, his hairy, sweaty belly button, and sucking up more of his sweat. Every one of her sighs and comments, about my licking skills, my kisses, my tongue, motivated me. " She's a good white slut, no girl from around here has ever licked me like that," he declared to Paolo. Paolo replied, "You haven't seen anything yet, she's really addicted to black men." Then I pulled down his shorts, green briefs stretched taut by his hard, sweaty cock from training. I licked his shaft through the fabric, inhaling the masculine scent and tasting the bitterness of the mingled piss and sweat. The briefs dropped, revealing his beautiful, hairy, full balls and erect penis. While caressing his thighs from top to bottom, I moved behind him and began to caress his beautiful, muscular, hairy, and plump ass, covering it with soft kisses and licking it… I noticed that Paolo had lowered his pants and was stroking himself, enjoying the show. Richard sat down on the sofa and I began to savor his two ripe fruits and his erect shaft. At first, the smell of his cock was a bit strong, a mixture of piss and sweat, but very quickly, my saliva washed over his dick and the taste faded. As for him, he was enjoying the treatment, stroking the back of my neck, guiding me down to take his balls in my mouth, then back up again. I spat on his glans and took it back in my mouth. (If you remember my darling Gloria, who was cheating on me with Max, she treated my glans and Max's the same way, and I loved it, making the woman identify with her.) " Well," Richard declared, "I really want to fuck her, where's the bedroom?" Paolo burst out laughing, "You're into her that much... Let's go." I got up, snuggled up to my new lover, and took his hand to guide him to the bedroom. Standing by the bed, I kissed him, but he didn't return the kiss; instead, he pushed me onto the bed. He and Paolo stood at the foot of the bed, gazing at me for a few seconds. Then, each on one side, they grasped my legs, spread them apart, and removed my thigh-high boots, then my stockings, revealing my bright red painted toenails. " Richard," exclaimed Richard, "really, she's a slut, painting her nails! I mean, I like it!" ...

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