1. The Ballerinas Next Door - Part 3 - The Orgy


    Date: 10/9/2018, Categories: Anal, Author: ChrisM, Source: LushStories

    I had met our new neighbors for the first time at the beginning of the week. There were three of them, a husband and wife and their adopted daughter. I had introduced myself. The man in heavily accented English gruffly bid me a good day and went back to directing the movers who were offloading a moving truck. The woman smiled at me and extended her hand. “You will have to excuse Sergei,” she said, “He’s not used to having this type of efficiency and feels he has to tell everybody what to do. My name is, Olga, and this is Natasha, our adopted daughter.” “I presume by your names that you are Russian. My name is Robert and I live next door. If there’s something I can do to help you please do not hesitate to ask.” “Spasiba, thank you so much, Robert. That’s very kind of you,” Olga replied. “You have a very beautiful house. In fact, Natasha and I were admiring it.” “Would you like to come over and visit?” I asked. “Are you sure? Olga asked. “We wouldn’t want to impose.” Olga turned and told Sergei they were going next door. He ignored her. She shrugged her shoulders and followed me to my front door “This is so nice, Robert. Did you do the decoration?” Olga asked. Laughing, I replied, “No, Olga, my wife, Sandra is an interior decorator. All of this is her doing.” Seated across from Olga, I was able to look at her for the first time. She was tall and slender with striking copper red hair worn in a ponytail. Her t-shirt covered a pair of small pointed breasts and her jeans encased ...
    remarkably long legs and a small tight ass. Her face was devoid of makeup and she had green eyes, a small nose, and full lips. Natasha, I noticed bore a striking resemblance to her except for having blond hair. “ Robert, what do you do for a living?” Olga asked. “I am a professional photographer. I do both studio work as well as special assignment photography such as portfolios for actors and models.” And added, “My friends call me, Bob,” “Oh, how wonderful, ” exclaimed Natasha.” Maybe you could do my portfolio.” Giving her my best smile I said, “I would love to do your portfolio.” I discovered that she needed a portfolio as she was applying as a ballerina to various ballet companies and that Olga, her adopted mother, was an ex-ballerina as well as her coach and trainer. That night my wife Sandra and I had witnessed an extraordinary scene through my office window of both women making love to each other. They had also seen Sandra and me, fucking ourselves silly while watching them. Later on, they had come over for a drink and we had found out that in effect both of them were bisexual and very open to all kinds of sexual experiences. We invited to come over on Saturday for supper with the hint of an all-night orgy. In the morning, following breakfast, Sandra had gone to work. When my phone rang I picked it up to hear Natasha’s voice. “Mr. Bob, yesterday we had talked about you doing my portfolio. Is that offer still open?” “Yes, of course, however, please just call me Bob. In the ...
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