Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E29

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Chronicles Of A Runs Girl - S01 E29

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 29

His bedroom was larger than any parlour I’ve ever seen. The bed dominated one end of the room while the other end had chairs like in a Hotel suite – only bigger.

Our drinks had been set down on a table and the servant had left, but Ibrahim was still there.

Charles asked us to sit and we did, then he asked Ibrahim why he hadn’t brought a drink for himself.

Ibrahim smiled and said he wasn’t in the mood to drink. I eyed him even though he wasn’t looking at me, and in the same instant I found my opening.

“You don’t have a drink either,” I said to Charles.

“Don’t worry about me, darling. I hardly touch the stuff.”

“So, you delight in seeing other people ruin their livers? There must be a word for that.”

“What a thing to say,” he said and looked at me as if he’d only just seen me for the first time that evening. And after that, we were talking as if we were the only ones in the room.

But we had come for a purpose, and he, most of all, hadn’t forgotten that.

“Let’s move to the bed,” he said and got up.

We all got up and moved towards his bed, leaving Ibrahim behind.

At the foot of his bed, Charles stripped to reveal that he was naked under his cloths. The third girl was tearing off her things as well.

I glanced back at Ibrahim who was drinking out of one of the glasses he had brought for us. His back was to us.

The third girl had pressed her body into Charles’ and her fingers were rubbing his nipples. His hand slid down her back to her buttocks and he grabbed one cheek. His d--k stood erect.

They climbed into bed and the girl went straight to taking him in her mouth. Kike and I stood watching. My concern was over Ibrahim still being in the room.

Charles looked past us and called out to his boy. Ibrahim stood up and as he walked towards the bed he began to shed his clothes. He climbed in next to Charles and both men’s lips locked.

I felt Kike’s hand grip mine.

Charles opened his eye mid-kiss and winked at me. I looked at Kike. She was in shock; so was I. The third girl kept going down on Charles and her free hand was wanking Ibrahim.

“Ibrahim!” Kike said.

He didn’t respond.

“Ibrahim! Ibrahim!”

I’d never been in bed with two men at the same time. I’d never been in bed with Kike, having sex. I’d never met someone as rich or as powerful as Charles. It was going to be a night of many firsts.

Kike’s mouth was wide open as she kept calling her lover’s name. Her lover was French kissing his gay lover and paying her no attention.

The third girl lifted her head and wiped saliva off her mouth then she joined the two men. They took turns kissing each other: girl and Charles; girl and Ibrahim, Charles and Ibrahim.

I peeled Kike’s fingers off my arm and gripped her wrist.

At the end of the day, some things are just simply too wrong.

“Let’s go!” I said and I pulled her away from the scene that was breaking her heart one kiss at a time.