Musings in Black and White
Musings in Black and White
I remember that weekend in New York. Paul and I were starting to have to go the states a few times to meet with some sort of business officials about ways to protect our money from the British tax system. We had to invest it and eventually Apple would grow out of that, but for now we were even considering a chain of greeting card shops. I’m not making that up.
Now, that seems as ridiculous as the one time feminine napkins were being considered among the marketing junk with our likenesses on each of them. That was considered too much then, and the greeting card shops were considered too much later. But at that time, something had to be done and the card shops seemed the most plausible.
We probably went with Peter Brown or somebody who was to act as our business assistant. I don’t remember who went with us on what trip, but somebody was with us. I know that we got to stay in a really nice suite in a really nice hotel and there was no worry about the fans getting in. That much was a relief.
One of the problems especially since we stopped touring was we no longer had our pick of a bevy of beauties in our audience. Finding just the right fangirl for a shag was no longer easy, and trust me, we both had our hearts on shagging while visiting New York.
I was still with Cynthia at the time, though I had been having lots of contact with Yoko and realized all that was missing from my life. Paul was still with Jane though it really was going south. I can’t believe they even got engaged, but by that point, they were still together. That never stopped him from fooling around and eventually it would be what broke them up.
So, what did we do about our problem getting some female companionship? What any self-respecting gentlemen would do. We used an escort service.
Rock stars do it all the time. We’re some of the few that could afford the finest, and New York had some of the best to offer.
I remember looking over some sort of catalogue our assistant had procured for us. It had pictures of the girls in it plus descriptions. We were told that we could go and get live previews, having the girls parade by us one by one who were available, but we didn’t want to do that. I don’t think we wanted to leave the apartment because we had been accosted by fans on the street plus we were there for serious business and didn’t want anyone to even know we were there. I think Paul even had some fans say they would wait by his house in London for him to return and he told them not to do that.
Anyway, we had this book with photos of girls and we both got to pick one.
Most of the girls were underemployed actresses and dancers, so they possessed many talents. Several were listed as being able to entertain in a variety of ways, and it was a little hard to decide. In the end, I picked a long-haired big-breasted blond who had been a dancer. Paul picked a beautiful chocolate bunny.
We all had been with black women before, but I was still surprised by his pick. I asked him why he chose her and he said, “I like to mix it up. Besides, it says she can sing, dance and juggle. Got to love a girl who knows how to juggle.”
So, we picked our girls and our assistant called to order them for us. Luckily both turned out to be available. I remember the excited looks on their faces when they arrived to the apartment and saw who their two clients were going to be.
Paul was all charming as he led his black beauty into the living room and took her coat. Me? I was a little more awkward even if I had been around escorts before, but still my babe was dazzling. She really was pretty. She seemed to glow in this purple dress she had underneath her coat.
We all had a drink in the living room while Paul kept the mood up with his humor and wit, then he began to work his magic on the girl and whisper to her while she giggled wickedly and they got up to go to his room.
That was my cue to put my arm around my date while she finished her drink, so I could say to her, “My room is over there,” and I nudged my head towards an open door.
She put down her glass and got up off the couch, her bosom at eyelevel for me while she said, “Shall we?”
I stood up to join her and we locked hands as we headed into my bedroom.
Once we were in there and alone, I turned on a light.
She asked me if there was any music to play and I picked an album out to put on the stereo.
When I got the sound going, she led me by the shoulders and had me sit on the bed. Not lie there, but sit. I was wondering what she was going to do as she started to move in this manner that took me a moment to realize it was sort of a dance as she lowered the straps to her dress.
She put her foot up on my knee, her heel and sexy calf in full view. Her hand ran across her stocking with her long red nails looking just perfect. She was really beautiful as she smiled at me. I couldn’t describe her lap dance that much. I remember her big breasts bumping against me and that her underwear had sparkles in it that glinted in the light. I liked that.
She kept feeling me here and there probably to see how hard I was getting. I was getting a boner. How could you not? Once she was totally naked and let me run my mouth over her tits, put my hands on her slim waist and feel her thighs wrap around me a few times as she slivered over me, she pulled my shirt up. I lifted my arms so it just came off. Her hands were all over my skin. I bet she had been a fan at one time. She kept cooing at me.
I had to stand up for a second to unzip my pants and pull them down to step out of both them and my underwear. I still had my socks on though but she didn’t seem to care. She still had me sitting back up on the bed while she straddled my lap. I helped hold her in place to keep her from falling backwards off of me as she put me in her and fucked me with her doing all the work.
That was amazing. I barely even had to move and still I got there in a nice explosion. When it was over, I kissed her a few times, let her crawl off me to the bed so I could stand up. My legs were cramping a bit now plus I had to go the bathroom and wash myself off. It’s a British thing.
After I scrubbed myself off in the bathroom, I passed by Paul’s door and decided to open it and peek in. We could do that with each other, I mean we’ve already seen each other fuck and shit and do just about anything a person could do from being crowded together. We didn’t mind peering in on each other. Besides, I wanted to get a look at that Black bunny’s gorgeous body.
Paul’s room was dark when I cracked open the door rudely letting in some light. He had a bunch of candles burning. What a princess. He really went into setting the proper mood and everything.
Like me, I could see him sitting on the bed, his lady swaying over him only she had one leg up around his shoulder and he was busy rubbing his cheek and mouth over her inner thigh. She was topless but she still had a pair of panties on.
Jesus. She was doing the same thing mine had done to me and they were still at the dancing part? What was he having her do, sing an entire Broadway musical to him?
I backed out of the room quietly and closed their door. I went back to my room where my girl was laying on the bed having a cigarette. She lit a second one and handed it to me where I slid under the covers and joined her. Afterwards I did what any guy does after sex. I fell asleep.
When I awoke, I was alone. The clock said I only had been napping for about twenty minutes. I wondered where my girl was, and what Paul was doing with his. I decided to get up, not caring that I was naked, and stick my head outside my room.
Nobody was around but I could hear noise and music coming from Paul’s room so I went in there.
When I opened the door, I loved the scene that greeted my eyes.
The two girls had Paul standing up, his arms spread-eagled held by two silk scarves I had seen on the Black girl’s outfit. They were somehow attached to the closet doors but not very strongly. Paul was being careful not to pull too hard or else he would have fallen down. A third scarf was around his eyes, totally blindfolding him. He didn’t seem to mind as he had a big smile on his face and was moaning.
Both women, all in their Black and White beauty were on either side of him each licking one of his nipples. It seemed to be driving him crazy as he thumped his leg and writhed and openly cried out. His nipples looked pretty perky too. So was his dick, standing straight up by this point all red. Both ladies took turns rubbing it a little bit, but really they were concentrating all their efforts on his chest for some reason.
I couldn’t believe it. I had time for a dance, a shag, a scrub and a nap and he was still in foreplay. Later I would tease him about it and he said that with the money we were paying, he definitely wanted to get the biggest bang for his buck. He said that wasn’t a pun either.
I silently crawled into the room and closed the door behind me as I crept towards all three of them in the corner by the closet door. The ladies each grinned seductively at me as I came forward and once I reached them, I put one hand on each of their hips, squeezing their thighs. They each reached almost in unison rubbing my skin back, and rubbing each other (bet they put on some sort of girl on girl show for Paul that I missed). The white one even seemed to flick and twist at the black one’s nipples while they kept their mouths working on Paul who seemed like he was hyperventilating.
I rubbed one hand over one girl and one hand over the other and then both my hands went over Paul’s beautiful torso. I mean, there he was standing right in front of me in all his glory in a high state of arousal. How could I resist.
My fingers found his dick and I stroked it, hearing him call out. He had to have known by this point I was there. There were too many hands working on him.
I kneeled down and took it into my mouth catching both girls glancing down at me and smiling secretively to each other. It was my turn to put on a show for them. I put Paul’s engorged flesh into my lips, running my tongue along it; both of them had their tongues back to his erect nipples.
He shivered wildly, mumbling incoherently. I honestly think we were blowing his mind. I wonder if he knew which mouth was mine. I slid him down my throat, pulling with my lips, sucking the way I knew he liked it, working my hands on him. The girls petted my hair and stroked my back and one reached my rear as they let me work on my friend.
I moved my head back and forth along with my wrist until Paul just screamed, quivered like he was having a seizure, thrust his hips a few times and exploded right in my mouth.
As he continued to cry out, the black one removed his blindfold. He blinked once or twice, looking down at me but still continued to hold his face in an orgasmic expression as I swallowed everything that came out of him.
She loosened one of the scarves on his wrist, and his hand promptly went into my hair. The other girl must have loosened the other one because both his hands were tangled in my mane, gripping my head and neck as he continued to pump himself into my mouth.
He actually slid down the closet door until his rump landed with a loud crash on the floor, and still he cried out pressing my head into his groin.
Now, it was the two of us on the floor while the girls were standing over us, watching. I felt their hands all over me, and even petting my rear. One felt my dick but it was spent. I was enjoying myself but I didn’t have the energy to get hard again yet.
Paul didn’t seem to mind that I had been the one giving him his blowjob. When nothing more came out of him and I collapsed on the floor with my head in his lap, he continued to look down on me with that wonderful orgasmic expression and pet my hair. Framed by the two girls, it really was quite a lovely site.
I know that I laid there with my head in his lap for a while as he panted and caught his breath. I could feel the girls’ hands all over my back and I bet they both had hands on him as well as he sat there on the floor trying to regain his senses.
Finally, he stirred and I forced myself to get up and let him up. He staggered off to the bathroom.
While he was scrubbing, the Black woman took her scarves off the closet door and rolled them up to put them away in her bag.
When Paul came out of the bathroom, the two girls went in there to use it. He said he wanted food and had our assistant, who had been in the apartment the entire time, order us some food. It’s easy to get a delivery in New York.
Paul must have taken some type of upper because once the girls came out of the bathroom, he told them about the food on the way but then he mumbled some really cheesy line about wanting an appetizer and taking that black girl, laying her flat on her back on the bed, and started to eat her out.
The black girl reached for her blond friend who climbed up there with them straddling over the dark woman’s face while facing Paul. That much seemed pointless as she really couldn’t reach him, and besides, with his face buried in the black chick’s knees, all’s she could do was pet his hair.
Me? I was exhausted. I decided that maybe I better have an up. I’ll admit that too much pot does make you sleepy and there were times it got in the way of a good time.
I went back to my room and rooted through my things for my little pill box and took one once I found it. Then I went back into Paul’s room and sat on the floor watching the blond girl straddle the black one’s face, and watching Paul’s head and shoulders diving between the black one’s thighs all on that bed.
After about twenty minutes or so, that pill I popped began to take effect. I could feel the charge running through me and sure enough, because of the hot scene taking place in front of me, my dick started to get nice and hard. Once it was standing at attention, I wanted to join in. I tentatively stepped over to the bed and began looking for a way to get in on that action.
The blond motioned me to step up on the bed, facing her. I had to straddle myself over that black chick but it gave the blond access to my dick so she could start to stroke it and suck it. Standing on the bed was awkward though. I had to hang on to the wall or I would have probably tumbled off. It made me wish we could be on the floor.
That blond was good with her mouth though. She was getting me warm and bringing me closer, but in the middle of that great four-way, the assistant called out that the food was here and he needed Paul’s signature on the bill.
I heard Paul say, “I’ll be right back,” and felt him slide off the bed. I caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye throwing on a robe as he ran out of the room. He was only gone less then a minute when he came back in, threw the robe on the floor and dived back behind me once again.
So onward we all went in with that sexy rhythm we had going. That black girl must have really liked what Paul was doing to her down there because she started to squeal and moan, even stopping licking the blond above her so she could cry out and quiver. It was obvious that Paul had brought her to orgasm with his licking. I’m not surprised.
But when she was done and had gone back to keep licking and fingering that blond beauty above her, I got a surprise.
I suddenly felt a pair of hands on my rear. I knew it wasn’t either of the girls since the blonde’s hands were on my dick and the black woman’s hands were on the blonde’s pussy. I also could tell it was Paul by the way those hands squeezed me just the way I liked to be squeezed, right over the sensitive undersides and then stroked.
Getting my ass stroked while having my dick sucked turned out to be awesome. He even ran his hand up and down my crack making me shiver and coo like a girl. It was the most amazing thing. He really took his time though, giving me what he must have figured I really wanted then. I don’t know if it’s because he was afraid of the girls seeing us or if it was just because he wanted to prolong the moment. Even when he finally did start to play with my hole, it took him forever to stick his finger in but finally he did it and boy did that feel good with the mouth massage my dick was getting.
He knew exactly how to rub me the right way deep inside me. Once he got going, my brain exploded. I was making this funny gurgling noise to show my pleasure that I just couldn’t stop. He got my right spot with his finger touching it just so, and between that and the blonde’s mouth I just finally exploded with a loud scream.
When it was over, the black woman underneath all of us said that we boys put on a better show then her and her friend.
I reminded her that both Paul and I were professional entertainers.
So, we all took turns washing ourselves up in the bathroom again, and then it was time to dig into the food. Chinese I think. Paul picked it out but he knew what I liked anyway so it didn’t matter. Who cares what we had to eat.
When it was over, Paul kept grabbing the blonde’s tits and trying to put them in his mouth until she finally let him, then they disappeared into+ his room. That left me with the black one but I didn’t mind. Besides, that up I took was still in my system and I was still rearing to go.
I remember her hugging me pressing herself against me telling me I had always been her favorite. I remember shagging her like a dog from behind because she had such a sexy ass I wanted to keep looking at it.
It was later that night it all came to a head. It wasn’t really late by New York standards, only about 8 or 9 o’clock on a Saturday night. We had gotten those girls early to make sure the good ones were still available.
Then the phone rang. Paul went and got it. I could tell by the beaming expression on his face and the way he hopped onto the sofa to sit and make himself comfortable while he talked that he was pleased with whoever was calling.
He sounded all excited. “You can actually make it? Really? I thought you couldn’t. No, I’m glad you called. I want to see you. Where are you now? Huh? Downstairs? You mean you’re in this building? Yeah, you can come on up. Hang on. I just got to clear out a few things first.”
Turned out it was this American bird named Linda calling. Paul had originally tried to hook up with her while we were in New York and make plans with her but she had sort of been evasive, saying she didn’t know if she’d be free. He sort of took that as a rejection but gave her our number and told her where we’d be should her schedule clear.
Turned out she was pretty gung ho about him, she was just being honest. She really couldn’t just drop everything for him at a moment’s notice, but once she found out he was willing to see her, she tied up all her loose ends and made herself available.
Once he was off the phone, he turned to me and said, “I know we were going to keep these girls all night but I’m done with them, how about you?”
Yeah, I was. I don’t think my dick or my heart could take anymore. I nodded at him and said it was time to take a downer and get some sleep. Three times was enough for me really. I must have been getting old or something.
I let Paul go and tell the girls. He practically broke their hearts and they both started crying as they got dressed, even though he paid them for a full weekend. Our assistant saw them out.
I rested for a while as Paul let Linda in and they both disappeared into his bedroom. After a while, I got bored. I was sorry we sent both girls away. I wasn’t horny but I wouldn’t mind some company. Our assistant was a good loyal guy but he wasn’t what I wanted that night, and Paul was otherwise occupied.
I picked up the phone, had the assistant dial for me and managed to get some buddy on the phone. I don’t remember who that time. There were so many nights in New York City. I do know that I put on my coat and ran off to meet him at a bar for a few drinks and some laughs.
I came back way after closing time and just collapsed. I was drunk, but I was okay enough the next morning when we had to get up to leave and catch our flight back to London.
For some reason, that woman Linda was still there. She stayed for breakfast which wasn’t all that unusual, but what was strange was for some reason, Paul had her ride with us to the airport just so he could spend more time with her. Back then, she didn’t really seem like his type. She was so down to earth unlike the high-maintenance Jane he fancied. I would later learn how wrong I was about how he felt about Linda and who she was. Turned out she was some rich broad from some rich New York Family, only she really didn’t let it go to her head. She didn’t come off as that type, especially at first.
So, Paul said his goodbyes to this Linda and off we were back to London and both of our current relationships heading for explosive endings eventually. I guess with the way things were looking back on that trip, it was only a matter of time.