I would like to thank Emily Thayer. Emily wrote and edited the second chapter of A Man of the World based on my online, feedback and notes.
Chapter TwoNorth Hollywood
While Arthur never typically makes elaborate plans for Halloween, this year he had received an invite from Victoria. Considering that they had made up recently, even if it was still fresh from a few days ago, he decided to go along with it. As it was a costume party, Arthur knew just what he would be wearing, because it was something Victoria had approached him about before, to which he had reluctantly agreed. It is a Batman costume, a smooth fit in the arms and chest, with a detailed, accurate cowl and cape. Victoria knows his tastes pretty well, remembering that Arthur said he likes Batman, while Arthur thinks of it more as doing a favor for his friend by attending the party.
He met Victoria at his place as they planned to take his car together. After discussing their costumes, she had come in the perfect one. A tight-fitting option for her, too. Catwoman’s, but with an even more daringly open chest, no sleeves, and only the slightest mask to cover her identity. For anyone who knew her, it would be pretty obvious it was Victoria behind it.
That was made even more clear when they arrived at the party, and Victoria was recognized as soon as she stepped out of the car. It was a friend of hers, Vanessa Hudgens. She was standing with two guys who were both in costumes, one a white tux with a red bird mask, and the other a gold and black jumpsuit. Arthur could not place what the costumes were supposed to be, let alone who the three of them were. He certainly had a long way to go toward learning about everyone in Victoria’s circle, but that was a task for another time as he did not fancy interrupting her conversation.
After Victoria rejoined him, she was quick to point out the identities of the three, Vanessa, Ross Butler, and Pierson Fode. Arthur says nothing, amusing Victoria.
“You can tell me you have no idea who they are now,” she teases, but Arthur only smiles back.
“You know, I am not just saying that. I have just never been involved with this crowd.”
Victoria shrugs off the subject, instead of walking with Arthur closer to the center of the party, sure to make her introductions along the way, stopping every once in a while. Arthur was happy to wait along the perimeter of the conversation, never stepping in, and notably never being welcomed into it either. If anything, Arthur figured he would come off as polite.
Soon enough, they step inside the actual house on the property, hearing some rap music pounding through what must be an elaborate sound system, for a house of this size.
“So, whose house is this, actually?” Arthur asks, before they are approached, two young women looking up to Victoria.
“Hey,” they trail off excitedly, introducing themselves as Kelli Berglund and Olivia Holt. Victoria knew both of them, congratulating Kelli over the completion of a recent project before Arthur interjected over Olivia.
“I heard you are getting involved in an upcoming series for Marvel, right?” he asks, Olivia switching her gaze and peering up at him.
“Oh, uh, yeah. Did not really think that news was out there yet,” she says, looking between her two peers, “Who even knows about that except like, total nerds?”
The group laughs together, but Arthur is far from ashamed of a status like that. Separately, Victoria giggles, amused that Olivia is in for a surprise if she hooks up with Arthur. The stereotypical ‘nerd’ label would not stick then, not in the way that she thought.
“That sounds about right,” he says, looking around the house. While he does, he notices that Kelli, standing just before him, has her eyes right on him. Staring through him, before Victoria says something and she snaps out of it.
The grounds were beautiful, like most places in the city, there is an expansive open-air area, an almost sickly modern twist to everything. Twisted metal sculptures included, in this case, though the fountain in the wading pool, which he could see from here over everyone was still intriguing to him. What got to him the most was how flat the whole house seemed, outside of the fact that it had an upper-level everything seems to be visible from anywhere you stood. If anything, it was just a strange way to build a house.
Before another moment passed, Arthur notices that Kelli is grabbing his attention again, looking at him. He does not say anything when she links her arm with his, separating him and Victoria. Arthur looks back, seeing Victoria and Olivia standing together, cheerfully waving to him. For now, Arthur is happy to go along with this and see just where he ends up, even if he is not sure what is going on.
Walking through the party, it was easy for Arthur to cast glances around to the other partygoers. None seemed to be looking at him, and he did not recognize many, not that any of them recognized him. If he had asked, Kelli could have listed plenty of them off. Pop stars, like Hailee Steinfeld or Demi Lovato. Actors and actresses, like Sophie Turner, Timothee Chalamet, and Ariel Winter. None that Arthur knew personally, but none that knew Arthur, just plenty that ended up staring as Kelli mounted the stairs, leading Arthur along with her, side by side.
Arthur could not easily say what the added attention was for, as they disappeared to the second level, left alone by the crowd of people. The music dulled further, still pumping through the halls but only in murmurs, faint whispers of what it was before. Arthur’s attention is more easily drawn to Kelli now, and she seems to be a woman on a mission.
Now that they had a moment alone, Arthur took the time to look over the costume that Kelli was in, his own Batman costume still holding up through the awkward walk up the stairs. Hers had as well, without much trouble, a tight black sexy nurse costume, with red trim all around, and fishnet leggings with white crosses inside red circles. The sides were open, as well as the arms, the garment half-sleeved with black gloves ending at the elbows.
Before another moment passed, he is in the door, and it is closed behind him, leaving just himself and Kelli in the well-lit, overly modern bedroom. It was clearly a spare, there was little decorating the walls except for some strange, paneled art, an analog clock made of short metal bars that denoted the hours, with two dark wooden hands, one for the minutes, the other for the hours.
Arthur finds it hard to focus too much, until Kelli squeezes his hand, her other hand bracing against his chest, but quickly falling and cupping his crotch. There, she takes a full palm of his package, though it is not so easily contained it is still not obvious inside the costume, as Arthur wouldn’t wear anything so brazen.
“So…I know all about you. I want this, big boy.”
“What?” Arthur asks, looking down at her through the cowl. After all, that could mean any manner of things.
“You know what I’m talking about. What you are working with, here. Victoria told me all about you.”
“Well, what are you looking for?”
Kelli lit up at the response, her smirk breaking into an outright smile.
“I figure, we can start with anal. What do you think?”
Arthur is still stunned, reeling after the bombshell of Victoria apparently telling her friends about their sexual relationship, without any warning to Arthur. How many people knew about them, now? Despite that, he was at least intrigued by the offer Kelli was putting on the table. And walking back to the party now was going to be an awkward affair. He was hardly out anything, even if anal was far from his preference.
“Sure,” he declares, confidence oozing from him, while Kelli shivers with excitement.
“Lovely,” she says, squatting in front of him and leveling her head with his crotch, easily pulling his cock out through the folds of his underwear and pants, which Arthur previously had not noticed could be so easily creased to achieve just this end. Kelli was shocked, her lips forming a circle while she expressed her surprise, “Oh my god, it is so big,” she blurts out at the next second, “I thought Victoria was kidding, at least a little.”
“Anal. You are sure?”
“Yes, please? I prepared for this after Victoria told me all about the two of you…I want it. You know, no chance of pregnancy, plus, guys love it anyway. Right?”
Whether or not that was true, relatively, it was clear to Arthur that Kelli’s and Victoria’s image of a ‘regular guy’ was quite far off from his own.
Arthur nods hesitantly, lowering his hands to her shoulders while she works her soft hands on his cock. It is only a minute or so later when she has Arthur fully lubed with spit and prepared, and she rises back to her feet before spinning and bending over the bed, presenting herself toward Arthur.
“God, it looks so incredible from down here…” It seemed like only a minute had passed since he had walked through the bedroom door, and in reality, it couldn’t have been over longer than a few. It was all happening so fast. But this was one of Victoria’s friends. And he had made it this far without any issues. What would go wrong going just that little bit further?
Kelli is impatient, stacking her hands together and swinging her hips from side to side gently, “Come on, Arthur…don’t you want this? I want you to take me.”
Arthur’s hands land on her again, one on each of her lovely soft hips just at the gap in the sides of her costume. He let his cock, sticking out like it was, tap between her plump cheeks. The breather is more to steady himself than anything else.
After that, Arthur takes the opportunity granted to him. He slides into her, his hands squeezing more tightly as he brings his body forward, each inch only going when Kelli’s body allowed. But it was a movement he followed along the instant it was available until she was nearly full, Arthur’s length, wet, thick, and tightly held. Kelli was pulling in air, her hands both grabbing the bed’s comforter tightly in balled fists, elbow-length black gloves on each of them.
Arthur leans over her, standing proudly and powerfully. Despite his form, despite everything, Arthur could not help reminding himself that to him, this was always just going to be okay. Never the greatest sensation he would ever experience, or the proudest moment of his life of pleasing women. It was hard to brush that aside though Kelli had made it clear that anal was topping the list of her priorities, to start with. It did not help that, if he were to really ask himself, he was not much of an ass man at all. He could admire one, same as plenty of other attractive body parts, but it would not stick out in his mind. That belonged to breasts.
As he slipped away into his own thoughts, Kelli picked up the pace, working hard with her knees propped up on the bed, letting her carry her full momentum back and forth. It begins a wet slapping sound, produced each time that Kelli slams her hips backward. Arthur looks up to her eyes, watching her give a slow nod before her eyes roll back, and she drops herself into her first orgasm, almost from anal only, aside from the fingers Arthur uses to play with her clit, with Kelli having abandoned using her arms to keep her head off the bed. Kelli seems perfectly content to use her full strength to keep her knees up and work her hips backward, with Arthur, in turn, providing ample forward momentum for her leverage.
For Arthur, despite the warm sensation of their bodies close, he was still distracted, letting it stick in his mind that anal was clearly near the top of Kelli’s list. He had never met a woman like that before.
With Arthur distracted, he does not notice as Kelli’s volume picks up, a constant, droning moan leaving her open mouth. Her face, if anyone could have seen it, looked stuck with her jaw lowered, the immense waves of pleasure of being indulged in her favorite act too much to bear, sending her into a repeating pattern of orgasms every minute or so, with only the barest time to recover between. Kelli recognizes, somewhere between the fourth and fifth, that she is in no state to complain, even if she could fabricate one off-hand.
It is just then that the two are interrupted by a door opening behind them, a crowd huddling around the door. Sex at the party was not exactly unexpected, and the partygoers were eager to drop in on the first two to break that barrier. But it was clear that most were surprised to see Arthur there, instead of some traditional star. Victoria was there, too, and she looked, oddly, proud.
Arthur is himself shocked at the revelation, frozen in place with a glance to his side. He could not move, with how far he was buried inside Kelli, but with how far that was, it was clear just how large Arthur’s cock was to all of the new spectators. So far, indeed, that Kelli did not notice the events transpiring in the room. Olivia included, and she even stepped forward to get the door.
Just like that, they were left alone again, while the group made their way back down to the larger party. Almost as if this had not been a total breach of privacy, but all in all, Kelli seemed even less bothered than some of the men had been. Refocusing, Arthur fixed Kelli’s position and slid his hands along her smooth costume. As Arthur got back up to his own pace, it did not take very long for the orgasms to strike Kelli again.
It is after the seventh or eighth, each a full, constricting, rocking explosion of orgasms for her, that Arthur slows down, recognizing that he is not quite ready to reach his own climax. He can see that it is wearing Kelli out faster than he expected as well.
Through the whole ordeal, it has become, Kelli loses her breath for just a moment, on the edge of consciousness, and driven further as Arthur begins the process of taking himself out. Her head is cocked to the side, her eyes peering over her shoulder when Arthur lowers his tip against her lower lips, his shaft still covered in the lube. Arthur keeps himself there, using his hand to guide his tip and stroke it along her lips, top to bottom. Kelli moans out, just before the two lock eyes and Arthur proceeds forward, burying himself in her second hole of the night. Kelli recoils slightly, her head shaking upward.
“Oh, fuck that is good…you have got me so…full…” she exclaims, her voice weak after the first word slips out.
Kelli reaches out and clasps her hand over his, squeezing it tightly, only a minute later continuing the movement that she had so quickly jumped to when Arthur was in her ass. This was not her favorite, and if Arthur were honest, he would have to concur. He had just met Kelli, and he had more history with Victoria at this point, which made the night he had spent with her, awkward as the events afterward were, more special to him in his mind.
Still, the act itself was solidly Arthur’s second favorite type, with having his dick sucked topping the list, by a margin. There was still something tangibly better about pussy for him, compared to an ass. Even playing with her tits would be ahead of anal, in the end. But this was where he would have his real fun and get a chance to climax, and so he continues, gladly taking his chance and pounding her into the bed, eventually easing her legs down and using his own hands to hold her up instead, to put her in the perfect position for him.
“Arthur…” she repeats his name, a few times, loose ramblings escaping her lips just after. Kelli still held the comforter in balled, gloved fists, the sounds she produced more than overwhelming, at least if Arthur focused on them at all. He is listening, in case she wanted to stop, but his attention is certainly much lower on her body.
Before much longer, in Arthur’s head, though he cannot place how much time has passed, he feels himself stirring, a tightness in his lower torso, the all too familiar churning of being ready for his climax. This one was properly placed if he would say so himself. He looks up, watching Kelli as she shivers through another orgasm, still rocking her hips as she does.
Arthur figures this is a perfect time to join her and picks up his speed to do just that. Locking himself into her and cumming again, keeping her close in just the position he wants from her. He locks in with his hands firmly planted on each side of her, feeling his power pump his cum into Kelli, rope by rope. A step up from his previous inside her ass, but still, not quite reaching the heights of his time with Victoria, as he felt the fishnet leggings of Kelli’s nurse costume rubbing against his own legs before the movement settled.
After settling down, Arthur leaves Kelli behind in the bedroom, where she shifts up to the pillows and takes a nap. He is more than ready to rejoin the party, but on descending the stairs, it is clear that the rest of the party is not looking to welcome him back. In a complete reversal of the reaction when he had ascended the stairs with Kelli beside him, returning alone, it becomes clear that everyone knows just what is going on.
Arthur knows just what to do, finding Victoria while he still feels far too many pairs of eyes on his back. Victoria has a smile on her face, but it feels…different.
“What is this about?” Arthur asks, spinning a finger around. Victoria gets the signal, loud and clear.
“They are not too happy with you. You are the ‘outsider’ here,” Victoria shrugs, shaking her head. She takes a final sip off a drink she is holding, leaving the empty glass on a nearby tray. For everything, she is not really worried about Arthur, knowing that he can handle himself. If she did not think he could, she would not have made…the bets that she had made.
“They are not going to try anything,” Arthur says, looking around. He is not sure how safe he is in that knowledge.
“They are going to try,” Victoria says, looking over her shoulder toward the front door, “I was going to get out of here, actually. You should stay, mingle, have some fun. It will clear your name.”
She smiles again, something off about it, just like before.
“You are leaving so early?” Arthur inquires, with Victoria smirking.
“Have your fun, Arthur, really. I brought you because I wanted you to have a good time. I already have, so I was going to get out of here, you know?”
It is not the most convincing argument Arthur’s ever heard, but he sees little reason to prod her.
When they leave, Arthur notices a bit of a crowd huddling behind them, each trying to get a view of the action. Despite their clear and apparent interest in seeing Arthur leave with Victoria to hook up, the, action, is just Arthur walking beside Victoria to her car, which had been brought by one of her assistants.
“I will see you soon though, right?” Arthur says.
“Of course. Do not do anything I would not do,” Victoria teases as Arthur opens her passenger side door, catching her lips when they lean in for a kiss. She steps down into the car, and Arthur neatly closes the door behind her.
“Sure. Have a good night,” Arthur says, giving a short wave before turning back to the house to melt himself into the fold. He had not planned on leaving even after the harsh reception. He had been having a good time meeting other celebrities before he went upstairs, with his introduction to Kelli and Olivia being a positive experience. And now that he is back, he is being approached by plenty more.
For a little while, it is only the women who are approaching him. Most rush to get in a sentence or so, before Arthur faces them with his full attention and shares a conversation with plenty of women, in a variety of costumes, almost all of them obscuring identities just enough for Arthur to not know who they are, even if he would know the woman under the mask.
It does not stop him from enjoying the conversations, getting a chance to mingle and present himself. He is already known around the party as the one in the Batman costume, and the memory of what happened upstairs is still quite fresh in everyone’s mind as well. On his way to find a new resting place away from any potential confrontation, Arthur is interrupted by a female celebrity, her phone illuminating her face as she already has her contacts menu up for his number.
“Hey, how is the party?” he asks, turning to face her and taking in her costume. She is in long tan pants and a cut-off, thick black sleeved sweater, with added gloves. She has long, straight red hair, hanging in front of and behind her.
“It is…great, thanks,” she smiles briefly, pulling one hand up and twirling a strand of her hair around her finger, gently rocking her frame, seemingly focused on letting her chest bounce from side to side.
“So, what made you decide on the Kim Possible costume?” Arthur asks, not dazed by her presentation, while she slides her phone into his hands. She is far from the first who has tried the upfront approach tonight, but he has not quite tired of it yet. He goes ahead and gives her his number.
“Well, the whole secret agent thing is cool. And, you know. This is Kim’s place, so,” Kim Kardashian, she clarifies. Arthur had not been aware of that when he was invited, but it is some information to keep in his back pocket. Arthur passes back her phone, nodding.
“Right. Good choice. I am headed that way, but I will catch you around, yeah?” Arthur gestures behind him, as she nods.
“Yeah. Definitely,” she winks to him and slips into the party.
He has made it deeper into the house when he is tapped on the shoulder, turning to be face-to-face with a guy with a tightened face and a tightened fist.
“Keep your hands off my girl,” he starts, giving Arthur pause.
“What are you talking about? Who are you talking about?”
“Olivia, Holt. I am with her. You are not. Clear?”
Arthur is not about to back down without reason, and just then, Olivia makes it to the front row of the growing crowd.
“After you cheated on me?! No, you are not, Ray,” she says, staring daggers at the guy.
“Then I do not think we have a problem here, do we?” Arthur says, already over the situation. Ray could make threats if he wanted to. Arthur had a better one up his sleeve.
“You…we have a fucking problem. That is for sure,” Ray steps up before an arm is wrapped around his chest and he’s pulled back. Arthur shakes his head.
“Take a swing, the story will be on TMZ within the hour,” Arthur laughs, knowing that a tabloid cannot touch him, while the issue could easily balloon into a big problem for Ray.
“Cannot imagine a video would take much longer,” Arthur says, an open gesture to the crowd around them. Someone would happily bust out a video just for the proof that it happened. While Arthur would win a fight against Ray, he did not want one, so he is glad when Ray is pulled away by his friends.
Soon after Ray’s departure, Arthur is approached by Kelli, with Olivia at her side. Kelli fawns over him a bit, considering their time spent upstairs, and gives him her number, with Olivia following suit, “just in case.” It is the same story latched onto for plenty of other women in the crowd, with Arthur making a handful of additions to his phone book after the confrontation.
Wanting to find some space from the issue, Arthur decides to wander away from both the front door and the scene of the incident, finding himself in the furthest wing of the house.
Unfortunately, that is not far enough to slip him out of every scrap of trouble, as he is approached by a guy stumbling around in a loose costume, a cowboy hat tipped back on his head, a scrappy tan police uniform on him. Arthur cannot tell who he is supposed to be dressed up as, but he can tell the guy is far too drunk to be running around this party.
“Hey, hey. You are the one, uh, everyone is talking about, right?” he asks, with Arthur disappointed that he now has to engage at all with the drunk guy in front of him.
“What is your problem?” Arthur says, tired of the attitude he has been faced with.
“Oh, got a talker, do not we?” the guy fires back, slamming his latest, and hopefully last, bottle flat into the table he is standing near, using it to keep himself standing. “Tough guy…”
He trails off, looking like he is half asleep.
“I never said anything like that,” voices Arthur, thinking about using the TMZ line again, but anyone who did not have someone to pull them to safety when they were this drunk probably did not care too much what their private or public reputation was. Thankfully, it does not become Arthur’s problem to solve.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry. We need to get you the hell out of here,” a woman steps in from behind the drunk man, taking him by the arm and shaking her head as the two left the room. Arthur looks around, another room of the house party being dragged down by bad memories.
Finally, Arthur slips away from the party entirely. It is disappointing that everywhere he seems to turn. It is either some new woman begging for his number – although he doubts that they are just interested in ‘talking’ – or a new guy looking to throw hands. Could not he just have some peace? He finds himself around the outdoor pool, which had been cordoned off because of the mix between drunk people and water. Having a lifeguard at a costume party did not seem like the best idea for them to be taken seriously.
Arthur settles into a long lounge chair, padded and spacious, though he cannot imagine who could occupy one of these things by themselves. Even with his broad frame, in the bulk of the Batman costume, there is easily a gap on each side for some company. It does not take long for the idea to strike him – that is the point.
It does not take long for his hiding spot to be discovered, either, as he hears the rattling of the sliding glass door. Out steps a woman in a bright pink jumpsuit with white trim, a diamond piece of white in the center of the chest, with pink diamonds all around the top of her white boots, which extend to her mid-calf.
“Hey, are you not breaking the party rules there, mister?” the woman scolds, with Arthur nodding back, intrigued by the choice of costume. She steps forward and puts her hands on her helmet but does not remove it yet.
“I might be. But now that you are out here, are you not breaking the rules too?” On the other hand, Arthur could not hear the music anymore, either. It seems as though most of the others have left.
“How dare you raise a good point?” she jokes, lifting her helmet away. It is Olivia, who must have changed at some point. She laughs as she sidles over, leaving her helmet by the foot of the lounge chair and taking a seat next to Arthur.
“I saw you out here and thought you could use some company, is that such a crime?” she says, already her back nuzzled up to Arthur’s side. He is surprised by the close contact, but with his attraction to her and her costume, he is more than willing to let the little invasion of personal space slide.
“I do not think so. So, what did you have in mind for keeping me company?” Arthur asks. Olivia is taken aback by the questioning, pulling a gloved hand up and fixing her hair behind her ear.
“Well, I came out to see if…”
“Did Kelli put you up to something?” Arthur questions, but Olivia quickly shakes her head. For some reason, his inquiry inspires her to start moving, stripping herself. The gloves go first, and then her hands dart behind her, opening the pink jumpsuit and letting it fall off each of her shoulders. Her chest is opened, and she shows it off, but quickly uncovers it further by taking apart the fastener on her bra and letting that fall away as well. Her chest pops free of its confines, and happily.
“If anything, it was Ray making such an ass of himself earlier. He will eventually realize I do not need him around,” Olivia says, setting her hand low on Arthur’s crotch and gripping it before her fingertips trace the outline of his bulge in the costume, which becomes much more clear with touch as opposed to trying to spot it from a distance.
Arthur is content to let Olivia work out her relationship problems by giving him some sexual attention, especially when it comes to Olivia pulling his cock out of his costume, letting it stand tall. Her first instinct is to put her mouth on it, her lips falling early and her tongue padding against the brunt of his girth. She knows just as well that she is not going to get this far down when she takes it in properly. She can tell that much by just looking at the huge cock standing up in front of her.
At the same time, it is not about taking it all. It is more about sticking it to Ray than anything else. He is an average all-rounder, at his absolute best, and he hit that peak so rarely that she could confidently say he had never given her an orgasm.
For now, she is not concerned about getting one from Arthur, either. While one of her hands idly strips away at the jumpsuit, pulling it off of her wherever she can, she can’t get her mouth away from him for even a moment, his cock compels her to blow him.
“It is, just perfect, is not it?” Olivia says, lowering her head again. For the next minute, she just enjoys stroking her tongue along Arthur’s cock, each stroke taking significantly longer than it would on her ex’s length.
Eventually, with strands of saliva connecting her lips and Arthur’s dick, Olivia opens her mouth to say something, but before she can speak again, she is interrupted by another sliding of the glass door from down the long end of the pool, the same way she had come from a moment before.
“You started without me, you slut?” It is Kelli, stepping quickly to join them, her sexy nurse costume reclaimed and fixed up from the state it was in the last time Arthur had seen it.
“You two had something planned?” Arthur asks, feeling like even if the information is on a need-to-know basis, he must qualify as need-to-know by now, with Olivia already committed to giving him head.
“Oh, it is nothing, major…she did not take the whole thing, did she?” Kelli asks in a raised voice, noticing the saliva on the base, sliding onto the lounge chair right next to Olivia, and quickly placing a hand on Arthur’s stomach. She strokes up his chest with her other hand soon on his thigh, stroking upward in exactly the same manner, her smooth fingers guiding her toward cupping his thigh over his thick pants.
“No, of course not,” Arthur settles down in the chair, excited for the continuation of another part of the night that did not involve anyone pestering him. If anything, he can get used to the way these two are working with him now.
On the other hand, Olivia does not seem so confident in her ability to handle working on Arthur alone. While she is happy to be messing around with someone so much larger than Ray, it is an effort that she cannot take on her own. Kelli is happy to make up the difference, still dressed for the moment, lowering her head to take over working on Arthur’s tip, adding both of her hands in to work on his shaft as well. Olivia dives in much lower, again licking at what she would never be able to deepthroat. Finally, with Arthur’s abdomen rumbling with his signs of climax on the horizon, where he cums. Kelli takes over due to her experience, happy to take the heavy load from his huge cock right into her throat.
While the action is nice, Arthur did not feel it right to let the two of them make all of the moves for him, especially as he had now cum, and the two women had not had their first orgasms. Laying further back in the lounge chair, Arthur gently takes Olivia’s hand and brings her hips up to the top of the chair, her legs surrounding his face as she settles her nude body onto him.
“Oh my god…sorry this is just new to me. Ray never ate me out…” Olivia says, her eyes looking forward instead of peering down at Arthur.
With his face between Olivia’s legs, he can see over her thigh to watch Kelli strip away the jacket of her costume. Kelli is shaking her clothes away, including her bra, tossing it to the ground by the chair before she turns around toward Arthur.
Arthur’s eyes are caught on Kelli’s chest for a time, while his fingers explore Olivia’s lips, with Olivia leaning over him along the top of the chair. They are a sight, and he marks himself down as a fan of Kelli’s breasts, for sure. Arthur reaches out with his other hand, grasping at Kelli’s chest. She slides closer so that he can, smirking, pleased with herself at his gesture.
“You look so hot, letting me ride your face…ugh, you are so much better than Ray,” Olivia says, her voice picking up toward the end.
Olivia, lowering herself on Arthur’s face, is turned around before too long, as Arthur guides Kelli toward riding him. She knows just what she is doing in that respect, holding his hand to steady herself and stroking Arthur’s cock to get him ready.
It does not take Kelli long to work Arthur’s tip into her, and Arthur’s face is stuffed between Olivia’s legs so far that his only answer is pushing his hips upward, even further into Kelli.
“God, yes, that is so good…” Kelli gasps out, her hands falling to reach out for Arthur’s hips, guiding herself up and down.
“Mm…Mm, lovely…” Olivia says, keeping up the conversation as much as she can, but leaving Arthur unable to respond, with his lips busy on Olivia’s. As much as she is loving it, watching Kelli ride Arthur’s huge cock, seeing Arthur’s tongue working diligently on her clit and dancing across her, Olivia still has her mind on Ray. It would serve him right to witness how Arthur could do everything for her that Ray could never manage, and all while Arthur is busy pleasuring another woman.
Before long, Olivia has swapped back again, leaning on the high back of the lounge chair, and bending over it. Keeping herself up with it to keep herself on top of Arthur’s face. It is a blur of bodies as they shift, and stumble, and work to keep themselves on top to keep riding Arthur.
After some time, the two ladies have swapped spots, with Kelli on Arthur’s face, and Olivia preparing to mount him, the two women facing each other.
“It’s too bad you will never be able to take the whole thing,” Kelli says, with Arthur throbbing in response. He notices now that both of them are talking a lot more than they were before than they had when he met them at the beginning of the party with Victoria, though he cannot put his finger on why.
It does not stop or even slow his pace, eagerly easing himself inside Olivia, and hungrily working his tongue against Kelli at the same time, his hands stroking her thighs and keeping her pressed tight against his face. Olivia at the same time opens her legs wide, her hands planted on Arthur’s abs, on the thick fabric of his costume while she takes his meaty cock.
“Oh, my god, that is so good…” she exclaims, tilting her head back as she sinks down on it, only taking the head inside of her just now. Arthur is more than happy to provide, pumping his hips in rhythm, but keeping the movements quelled to make sure she can stay on top. He is careful not to buck her off.
It is a task to balance the women on top of him, especially with neither being able to fully sink his hot length into themselves, no matter how covered it gets in their spit beforehand. There is just too much of it for anyone to handle, and Olivia is still only at the tip of the iceberg as far as figuring out how true that is. In her mind, any comparison to Ray had become entirely pointless. He had never fucked her like this, she could not ride him like this, he had never paid attention to whether or not she was having the time of her life or not, as she was now with Arthur. And all while Arthur had his attention split by Kelli, too.
“Arthur! Oh!” Kelli flexes her legs to keep them from sharply bending in together around Arthur’s head, but the pleasure that he can give her with his tongue and his fingers is an expression of skill all its own.
On his topside, Kelli is bent over the top of the lounge chair, having turned around a minute ago requiring some additional support to keep herself upright. If she was still facing Olivia, she can see herself as threatening to collapse on top of her friend already, but she knows better than to let that happen. Somewhere in the mix, she loses count of how many orgasms she has had, as they are fierce and powerful, but also overwhelmingly comfortable. Kelli is losing her head, floating in bliss.
Olivia is constantly working on claiming more, though she is still not even close to the length that Kelli is able to take. Kelli’s practice coming in handy with Arthur’s impressive length giving her an extra challenge to surmount. Olivia knows better than to assume she will be able to take the whole thing, ever. Just her first look at it told her that much.
“I feel so…full,” Olivia says, giggling to herself. She bounces for effect, her ass jiggling playfully, but it is clear from the way she moves her hips that she is not trying to challenge herself to take more of it than she already has, which is not even half of Arthur’s stiff cock.
“I’m going to…” Olivia moans out, and without Kelli’s careful foresight, allows her knees to buckle, sending her forward and forcing her to lean on her friend for some physical support to prevent her from falling over. When that happens, Arthur sets a hand on her hip to keep her upright, his other hand between Kelli’s legs, two fingers probing her while his tongue darts along her lips and lashes out at her clit.
Kelli and Olivia are both spent on top of him, with Olivia breathlessly pleading until she takes a deep breath and raises her voice.
“Arthur…Arthur, cum inside me. Please! I want it so bad,” she gasps out and sets to work on riding him with all of her might.
After a few long moments, his hands move to help squeeze Olivia into place, his hips working equally with hers to push her up when she thrusts herself onto him, and Arthur does just that, cumming with Olivia getting yet another orgasm for herself on top of it. All while being filled up with Arthur’s third load of the night, each one with just as much cum as the last.
“Yes! Ugh, that was so, fucking, hot,” Olivia nearly yells out, finally easing Arthur’s stiff cock out of her while Kelli slides down to Arthur’s side. Olivia joins her, on the other side, with Arthur putting one arm around each of the women.
“I would have to agree, Arthur…that was just so great. And twice for me in one night. You know how to make a woman feel special, huh?” she teases with a laugh, laying her head on his shoulders.
“You two will be really impressed when I am on my A-game, then,” Arthur admits, knowing that with the distractions and the frustration of the night, he can accomplish much better on almost any other given night. The two are shocked, for a second, their eyes meeting, but they silently come to the conclusion that they cannot be too surprised that a man like Arthur has another gear above the performance he had just given, and plenty of fuel in his tank. They settle in on his sides, falling asleep on top of him, with Arthur drifting off not long after.