With the low lighting and dancers writhing around us, it was unlikely that anyone would notice what Natashya was doing. She spun around and ground against my arm as she looked over her shoulder at me with a harlequin smile. With the deft skill of someone who had talent at taking clothes off, my dancing partner managed to fish my cock out of my underwear and slip it through the opening in my pants, all while maintaining perfect rhythm to the music.
In a panic, my head whipped around wildly as I tried to spot anyone watching us. Still, the dozens of people I saw were either engaged in the music, openly making out with each other or some other similar activity. Natashya leaned back against me, pressing her palm into the length of my dick as she loudly said, “Slow down a little!”
Trusting her, I did as she said, my hips becoming more fluid as I slowed down to half the rhythm of the music. She matched me and stealthily slid my rock-hard cock between her legs, where she lodged it within her soaking pussy lips. It shouldn’t have surprised me that Natashya, of all people, hadn’t worn panties under that skimpy dress, but it did. I did my best to keep my hips placed where they needed to be as she backed up and plastered herself against me.
The feeling of her wet pussy as it enveloped half my cock was a unique sensation when paired with the lights, music, and surrounding masses. This moment was one of the craziest sexual experiences of my life… possibly crazier than what I experienced with Helen and Bobbi.
I followed Natashya’s lead and rolled my hips slightly out of sync with hers, resulting in us actually fucking in the middle of the dance floor. She swung her head slowly from side to side, slipping her arms behind my neck to hold me close to her as we copulated among the unknowing masses. I felt her cool cheek as she brushed the corner of her mouth against mine.
“Settle down,” she said with a little laugh. “You look guilty! You’re going to get us caught.”
“You’ve done this before?”
“No,” she said. “Not in public like this.”
A man came dancing up to Natashya, brushing up against her breast with an arm as he got much closer than he needed. He flashed her a flirtatious smile, and she shifted her head so we could exchange looks. She smiled, winked at me, and then leaned forward as she still ground her crotch against mine. While still grinding against me, Natashya grabbed the man by the shirt and pulled him close; it almost looked like she was going to kiss him, but she stopped just short. She gyrated her hips as her head swayed back and forth, then slowly looked up at him as she licked her lips mere inches from his. When he smiled and leaned in to kiss her, she turned her head to the side so that his lips brushed her cheek. She shoved him lightly and leaned back against me, reaching up with one hand to grab the back of my head so she could crush her lips on mine for a sloppy make-out session.
We continued to dance while necking for about a minute before she pulled away, her chest heaving as she laid her head back against me. She reached down to grab my hands from off her hips and placed them on her chest, pushing them into her tits. The guy who had been flirting with her was nowhere to be seen.
“What was that?” I asked.
“Just showing him who I belonged to,” she said, smiling as she looked up at me.
“You belong to me now, huh?” I said, a little breathless. Part of it was from the dancing, and part of it was from the fact that I had my cock lodged in her cunt. “That sounds an awful lot like dating.”
“No,” she said, nuzzling into me. “You bought me for the week. I’m yours until it’s over.”
She looked around to ensure no one was paying close attention to us and then moved off me. As soon as my cock slipped free of her, she turned and stepped close so no one else could spot it hanging out of my pants. Covering it with her palm, she slipped it back into its confines and worked the zipper closed. We gazed at each other for a long moment, and she gave me a mysterious little smile.
I swallowed hard, desperately turned on by her teasing. “What? Not going to finish me off?”
Her smile grew a fraction, and she shook her head.
“You’re such a fucking tease.”
“I’m sure someone will relieve you before the night is over.”
“This looks cozy,” Erin called out as she slipped up behind Natashya, wrapping her arms around the dance and sandwiching her between the two of us. Natashya looked over her shoulder at my assistant, and their lips met. They blessed me with a front-row seat as they shared a long, soulful kiss.
“Fuck, dude,” a guy behind me said as he swayed to the music. He gave me a thumbs-up and yelled, “Good job!”
My ladies broke their kiss and grinned at him. His date slapped his arm, took his hand, and dragged him off stage. Erin and Natashya looked at me, and the three of us laughed at the man’s misfortune. I really was lucky to have surrounded myself with women like these.
“So, did I miss?” Erin called out. The music had slowed to something with a calmer beat, and we stayed pressed close to each other as we swayed to the beat.
“Not much,” I said, slipping my hands off Natashya’s waist and wrapping them around Erin, pulling her tighter against us. “Natashya flirted with a guy and then blew him off.”
“While I had Marcus’ cock in me,” the dancer clarified. “You can’t leave the important parts out, silly boy.”
“Damn! I missed a lot,” Erin said as she broke free of my hold and circled me. We spent the next several minutes dancing with me in the middle of an incredibly sexy sandwich. Erin slipped her arms around my waist, between Natashya and me, and slid them up. She massaged my chest before grabbing onto her friend’s tits and manipulating them. She peeled back some of Natashya’s top, giving me a fantastic view of her nipples while the dancer held me close, her hips moving in time with the music in a sexy display of athletic skill.
Erin made up for her lesser dancing ability by our bodies. She grasped my damp cock through my pants, Natashya’s ass, Natashya’s crotch, brought my finger to her mouth and sucked on it, and ran her tongue up the dancer’s back before biting her neck. By the time the song finished, the two girls weren’t dancing as much as they were participating in foreplay, which was driving me crazy. I finally slid my fingers into Erin’s silver hair and pulled her toward me, kissing her over Natashya’s shoulder as she watched us with abject lust shining in her eyes. Our tongues danced with each other, and I felt the gentle lips of our third dance partner softly caressing the side of my face as I made out with my assistant. Fuck, they both turned me on so fucking much.
I finally parted from Erin and looked down at my lovely little assistant and then at Natashya; they were both breathing hard and staring at me, radiating pure arousal.
“I need to settle down,” I said. “I’m going to get some drinks and head back to our spot.”
“You go ahead,” Natashya said, slipping free of my arm as she turned and pulled Erin into her, placing her lips on the other girl’s temple. “I’m going to see if she can get me off while out here. Then we’ll find you. We’ll consider it a challenge.”
“Oh really?” Erin said, clearly intrigued. “What do I get if I win?”
Regretfully, I left them before catching the answer and headed toward the large bar in the main lounge. I leaned against the bar and waited for one of the four people behind the counter to notice me. Wedged between two club-hoppers, I had to put up listening to the man pressed behind me talking to someone loudly on his phone. It was annoying, and I wasn’t the only one who thought so. The young woman in front of me kept looking over her shoulder and around me, throwing a dirty look at the man before looking back at the bar.
“It’s obnoxious, isn’t it?” I asked her.
She cut her eyes up at me and gave me a look of fervent agreement. Her skin tone was a rich, warm brown, almost the color of Shea’s. Her complexion, glossy black hair, and plush lips alluded to a heavy dose of pacific islander heritage. She reminded me a little of my masseuse, and images of Shea’s generous lips on my cock sent a pulse of arousal through it. God, I was surrounded by temptation no matter where I went.
The girl appeared in her early twenties but could have been a couple of years younger thanks to her hair put up in twin ponytails. She wore a revealing crop top cut with a sharp V in the front, giving me a clear view of the inner slopes of her breasts. There was no hint of a tan line, and I saw a glimpse of dark ink that disappeared under one breast. Her shirt stopped well short of her pants, exposing a generous amount of her tight abdomen and an impossibly slender waist. She stood roughly five feet and some change and wore tight pants that could have been painted on, displaying a cute, round bottom. She wore a deep burgundy lipstick and dark liner encircled her eyes, overemphasizing them and making them appear catlike. Long eyelashes made her dark eyes look even more prominent. A floral tattoo ran up one arm from elbow to her shirt sleeve, then seemed to continue along her ribs and waist, continuing until it disappeared under the waistline of her pants. She looked like a corrupted schoolgirl.
She also looked really fucking familiar.
Once I got over seeing boobs – something that always took time – I simply kept glancing at her when I thought she wasn’t looking.
Eventually, the annoying guy on the phone left after receiving his drink, and the bartender took her order. I piggybacked off the attention and placed mine as well. The girl glanced at me in annoyance at first, and then I saw her do a double take, her frown melting as she seemed to recognize me.
“Holy shit!” She said. “You’re uh…” She looked like she was fishing for the answer. “You’re the… You’re the Gerrard guy!”
Fuck. I’d been made.
I glanced over my shoulder to see if her words had drawn any attention, but it looked like no one had heard her.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” I said as I looked back at her. She looked like she wasn’t sure if she believed me but didn’t push back. I looked back toward the bartender to see if they were close to finishing my drinks when I heard someone call my name.
“Marcus!”
I glanced around, not seeing any of my ladies, and then I realized the voice had belonged to the woman who had just ID’d me. I closed my eyes in frustration, knowing I’d been duped into giving myself away. Finally, I opened them and looked down at her. She was staring up at me with big dark eyes and a grin.
Where the hell had I seen her before?
“Fuck. Nice one,” I said dryly. “You got me.”
“So it is you,” she said.
“Yeah,” I replied, “but can you keep it down? I’m not looking to attract a crowd right now.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because I just left New York for a few days to get away and relax a little,” I explained.
“Relax?” she asked. “Why the fuck would you come to Vegas to relax? Aren’t you super rich? Couldn’t you just go to the Hamptons or something?”
“You can relax in Vegas,” I retorted. “I have a whole floor to myself in this casino with a masseuse and a pool.”
“Nah,” she said. “I’m not buying it. You go to Aspen to relax.”
“Well, I guess not just to relax. I’m here to have fun. I mean, I couldn’t come to a place like this without worrying about burning through money. I guess I wanted to be able to blow a wad of cash and be treated like royalty.” Then I added hastily, “While relaxing.”
“You wanted to peacock,” she said.
I cocked my head to the side and thought about it. I didn’t like being accused of peacocking, but I couldn’t deny it either. “Yeah, I guess that’s fair.”
And then I decided to change the direction of the conversation, “Look, where do I know you from?”
“Charming Charity?”
“Charming Charity,” I repeated. It sounded familiar.
“I have 2.1 million followers on my gamer channel and a combined 102 million followers on all my socials.”
“Oh!” I said as realization struck. I wasn’t an avid follower of hers, but I’d seen her pop up on podcasts, pictures, and video shorts. “Fuck! Thanks! That was gonna bother me!”
“No problem,” she said. “So, can I get a selfie with you?”
“You want a picture with me?”
“Yeah! You’re getting famous! You went from being a regular guy to a billionaire overnight. How much are you worth? I heard it was seventy million!”
“It’s closer to seven billion, according to my accountants,” I said, repeating the number I’d heard repeated since the story broke.
“Jesus! With a B?”
I gave her a tight-lipped smile and nodded.
“What’s that like?”
“It’s taking some getting used to,” I admitted.
“I’ll bet. Can I take some pics?”
I glanced around while I thought about it. Was that a good idea? I was trying to keep a low profile, and the last thing I needed was the internet announcing my location just because I couldn’t tell a pretty face no.
“Tell you what,” she said, picking up on my hesitation. “You want to relax. I get it. Let me take some pics with you, and I won’t post them until you’re back in New York.”
“How do I know I can trust you?”
“You don’t.”
“Seems risky,” I said.
“Here,” she said, picking up her phone as the bartender returned and set our drinks on the bar. “What’s your number?”
I gave it to her, and she entered it into her phone before typing away on the screen. A moment later, I felt my phone vibrate and pulled it out of my pocket to see a new text message from an unrecognized number. I opened it and read the message – Can I take a pic with you? I promise I won’t post them till after you leave town. – CC
“There,” she said, her smile challenging me to give an excuse this time. “Evidence. If I post them early, you can financially ruin me.”
I looked back and forth between her and the message and then finally nodded. It was hard to say no to a pretty face.
She spun around and backed up into me, raising her phone so it was almost at eye level. With her body pressed firmly against me, she raised her free hand next to her face and made the peace sign as she took the picture. I simply smiled up at the camera. Then she took several more; the last couple were with her free arm snaked up my chest and around the back of my neck while she gave the camera a smoldering look. She finished it by pulling my head down to plant her plush lips on my cheek for a kiss.
“Thanks!” she said as she spun around and backed away. She typed away on her phone as she asked, “You here with anyone?”
“A few friends,” I said.
She glanced up at me as she chewed on the inside of her cheek. “‘Friends,’” she said, her tone disbelieving. “Okay. How many?”
“Ten,” I said, “But half of them are my security.” I hiked my thumb over at the two Johns standing close by, looking like a couple of casual club-goers. “Those guys at my five-o’-clock are two of them.”
“Okay,” she said and started typing on her phone again. “You got any plans for tomorrow?”
“I came here with a pretty open schedule,” I admitted.
“Cool. If you and your friends want, you should hang out with us. There’s a party on the rooftop of the Silver Mirage if you’re interested. Some pretty awesome people are gonna be there. You know Carlos Miguel, right?”
“Of course!” I said. “I was a big fan of Back-Alley Panic 1 and 2, but I didn’t even bother seeing 3 when they said he wouldn’t be in it. He made those movies!”
She nodded, “He’ll be there. Sharon Wright, too.”
Fuck. This hot stranger had just invited me to a party with relatively well-known movie stars and massive influencers. Everyone I knew would be green with envy. It’d probably blow my cover, but missing an opportunity like this would be a travesty.
“I’ll check with my people.”
“Good deal,” she said. “I’ll text you tomorrow to check in! It was good meeting you, Marcus!”
“You too…” I hesitated, unsure whether to use her full name or if I could get away with just part of it. “Charity?”
She nodded. “Yep!”
And with that, I took the three drinks I ordered and returned to my VIP booth.
With the two Johns in tow, I returned to find Chloe, Shea, Erin, and Natashya. Erin was in Natashya’s lap, one arm draped over her shoulder, and Shea sat beside them. I noticed Natashya’s hand buried between Shea’s legs as the more petite girl sipped on a drink, managing to look unphased by the stripper’s manipulations as she talked to Chloe. My bodyguard tracked me as I moved closer to them, with a drink in each hand. I climbed the stairs to my raised platform and handed the drinks to Erin, who took both.
“Thank you!” Erin said as she took a sip of hers. Then she draped her arm back over Natashya’s shoulders and fed her some of her own drink.
“So,” I said over the din of the background music as I sat on the couch opposite them, “who won?”
“Who do you think?” Erin said, grinning behind her glass as she took another sip. She gave me a wink.
“I shouldn’t have suggested the bet,” the dancer said. “After this past weekend, I knew what she could do.”
“Hell yeah, you did!” Erin shouted, fist in the air.
“What did you do to her?” I asked.
Erin opened her mouth as if she were about to answer, but Natashya cut her off. “It’s not polite to talk about such things so loudly.”
She turned her head and surprised Shea with a kiss, and I watched as the two Asian women hungrily made out for a moment. Erin slid off her lap and tumbled onto the seat next to the dancer, doing a good job of not spilling the drinks as she giggled.
Ending the kiss, Natashya stood up, took her drink from Erin, and approached me. She sipped the light green liquid in her glass, sat it on the table between the two couches, and climbed on me. Straddling my lap, her ass settled on my erection, and her eyebrows arched as she covered her mouth with her fingers in mock surprise.
Natashya leaned forward, her lips dangerously close to my face as she placed her hands on my shoulders. “Why, Marcus! Have you stayed hard for me this whole time?”
Telling her about Charity and how she had pressed her body against me and kissed my cheek with her luscious lips crossed my mind, but I decided to play along.
“Of course,” I said, grinning up at her. “You didn’t let me finish, and it’s all I’ve been thinking about since I left.”
“Tsk,” she said and brushed her lips against mine in a soft kiss that was over before I’d had a chance to register it was happening. “That can’t be allowed. We need to get you laid.”
“Do you think we’ll be able to find anyone?” I asked, enjoying the back-and-forth with her.
Her eyes rolled as she held her chin in her hands, “Hmm. I think we can manage.”
With the skill born of her profession, Natashya pivoted on my lap as she did a one-eighty so that she was now sitting and facing away from me. She leaned back against my arms, stretching out behind my head, as she brought her cheek to mine and nuzzled me. Her legs were spread on either side of my lap, causing her short dress to slide up her thighs, showing off her still-wet pussy. I took a quick look down the dancer’s shirt and then looked up to see what Erin and Shea thought about getting a front-row seat to the show Natashya was putting on, and I found myself looking into Ashlee’s shocked face as she stood at the top of the stairs watching us. Much taller than Princess VanCamp, Emily could still peer over a shoulder despite standing a step below Ashlee. She looked just as shocked.
“What the fuck is going on?” Ashlee said with surprise and a touch of anger coming through her tone.
Ashlee!” I said, but Natashya cut off whatever else I’d planned on saying.
“What does it look like?” She rolled her hips, grinding her ass into my erection almost painfully. A low moan escaped her throat as she stared at Ashlee through hooded eyes.
“We’re here to have fun, and we are having it,” she continued.
“I… Well… We…” Ashlee said, clearly at a loss for words.
“Relax, Ash,” Erin giggled. “We’re all adults here, just having a little fun. It’s not like she has his dick shoved up her cooch.”
Well, I thought, not anymore.
Coming from anyone else, that might have been acceptable, but Erin…
Ashlee wheeled on my assistant, her mouth opening and closing several times like a fish, “I’m relaxed! I just don’t think-”
“We’re all having fun here, hun. You’re not gonna be a buzzkill, are you?”
“We’re…” Ashlee started saying, her dark eyes glancing from Erin to Shea to me, then Natashya. I was poised to slide the stripper off my lap if Ashlee showed even a hint of going nuclear, growing more convinced with each passing hour that we weren’t right for each other. Still… I needed answers from her.
“I can be fun,” she finally said, her eyes settling on Natashya and me. Although her tone was a little petulant, the conviction on her face looked sincere; she really wanted everyone here to believe she wouldn’t be a drag on the party.
“Come on then,” Natashya said, patting the seat next to us.
“Ashlee,” Emily said, touching the other woman’s shoulder. “You don’t-”
“No,” Ashlee said, brushing Emily’s hand off her shoulder as she stepped toward us. She sat on the couch and sipped her drink before setting it down. Then she settled into the cushions and looked up at Natashya, her jaw set in determination, and I wondered exactly how much experience Ashlee had at this sort of thing.
“Good girl,” Natashya said with a crooked smile as she began to undulate to the rhythm of the music playing all around us.
Emily stood on the step with her eyes fixed on us as Natashya began displaying her skills as a dancer. The music playing had changed to something closer to a classic rock song, and she decided to match the tone. The dancer reached down, grabbed my hands, and smashed them against her breasts as she arched her back. Some of her hair slipped free as she whipped her head back and forth, and somehow, she managed to slip her feet under her, thrust her hips forward, and roll the rest of her body away from me until she was on her knees, still straddling me in her lap. Her skirt bunched around the top of her thighs, and anyone on our dais could glimpse Natashya’s glistening pussy peeking out from underneath it.
She raised her arms over her head and swayed back and forth to the music before dropping one hand to slap her ass. Smiling down at Ashlee, she gave the more reserved woman a wink and then kicked a leg out from under her, using the movement to stand up in front of me. Natashya turned and dropped back down in my lap so she could face me once again, straddling me on her knees. Displaying an unbelievable amount of flexibility, she bent backward until her hair was nearly touching the floor.
Not wanting her to fall, I placed my hands on her waist to anchor her and glanced back up at Emily. She was still standing on the stare, lips slightly parted as she watched in fascination, her pale eyes dancing back and forth between me and the woman in my lap. I couldn’t tell whether she was uncomfortable seeing her brother this way or if she found the entire scene as strangely erotic as I did. Maybe both?
As Natashya launched herself up and brought her half-covered breasts near my face, I turned to look at Ashlee. I was surprised to see that she didn’t look as angry as I expected her to be. Her expression mirrored Emily’s in many ways, but there was something darker there… something jealous.
“Are you going to kiss him, or should I?” Natashya said.
Ashlee glanced up at the dancer, then back at me; I kept looking from her lovely green eyes to her pert nose to those sweet lips. She didn’t have the best personality in the world, but goddamn… she had no right to be that beautiful.
Without responding, Ashlee leaned forward as she slipped a hand behind my head and pressed her lips to mine. Hers were wet and slightly sticky thanks to the sugary drinks she had consumed, but that made them taste all the sweeter as we began tentatively making out. I felt the tip of her pink tongue flick against my bottom lip and answered with my own. Within moments, I was engaged in an intense lip lock with Helen and Roger VanCamp’s daughter.
Cheers and ‘whoos’ erupted around us as Erin, Shea, and Natashya cheered us on. I could feel Natashya’s groin grind against mine, and my hips had a mind of their own as they began to thrust back into her as she continued to dance in my lap.
Ashlee’s kiss had been unsure at first, but as the moments ticked by, she became more certain… more intense. Her hands came up to cup my face, and I felt one of her breasts press into my arm as she turned up the heat of the kiss.
“That’s it, girl,” Natashya said. “I knew you had it in you.” She began stroking the back of Ashlee’s head, and the younger woman broke our kiss to look up at her with wary eyes. I saw Natashya’s confident smile as she brought her lips down to Ashlee’s, but at the last possible moment, she held a hand up to Natashya’s chest, keeping their lips from touching.
She looked back at me, clearly on edge, and asked, “Is this what you want?”
Natashya took Ashlee’s hand on her chest and gently pried it away, moving it down between her legs to press it against the steel-hard cock taking up way too much room in my jeans.
“What do you think?” Natashya said.
Ashlee glanced between us, leaned forward, and whispered, “I’ve never done anything like this.”
That confirmed it. Ashlee might not be innocent, but besides Emily, she might have the least experience out of the group. Maybe Chloe, but I suspected my bodyguard was a freak.
I brought my lips close to her ear and whispered, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“No!” Ashlee said a little louder. She glanced back up at Natashya and back to me. The dancer had backed off a little, seeing as Ashlee really did seem uncomfortable with it. “You want to, and I want to try it. I’m not… I just…” Her eyes darted around from person to person.
Again, I provided her with a way out. “You don’t-”
“Just not with her,” she hurriedly said.
“What?”
“I’ll do it,” Ashlee said, “But only with her.”
My heart skipped a beat as she pointed in the general direction of the stairs. She wanted to have a threesome with me and Emily?
However, once I paid more attention to where she was pointing, I realized it wasn’t my sister. It was Shea. The tiny Polynesian woman looked almost as surprised as I felt. As far as I knew, Ashlee had never spoken to her outside of whatever words they’d exchanged when she got her massage on the plane.
“Oh.”
Natashya glanced over her shoulder in Ashlee’s direction and smiled at the small flight attendant. “God, Shea! What kind of massage did you give the poor girl!”
Thursday, 12:34 am
Ashlee and I stumbled across my room, gripping each other tight as we passionately made out.
“Are you sure…” -smack- “this is…” -smack- “okay?” I said
“Just shut up…” -smack- “and get your…” -smack- “mm… clothes off.” She responded breathlessly.
Not wanting to disappoint Ashlee, I quickly shed my suit jacket and shirt, discarding them as Ashlee and I continued making out throughout the entire process.
“Here,” a voice said, and Ashlee and I glanced down to see Shea kneeling next to me, her delicate fingers working the clasp of my belt loose. “I’ll get this.”
We both looked up at each other, and I gave her a questioning look. I didn’t particularly like Ashlee, but she hadn’t been an abusive bitch for the better part of a year to me, so I wasn’t as inclined to have a threesome despite the reluctance of one of the participants. I also needed to keep her on my good side if I was going to get any information out of her.
“Last chance,” I said.
“It’s fine,” Ashlee said, though she didn’t look completely comfortable with it. “I want to set some ground rules first, though.”
Shea had just loosened my belt and stopped mid-zip to look up at Ashlee.
“I don’t want to go down on her,” she said, talking to me as if Shea weren’t in the room with us.
Shea didn’t appear to take offense at how Ashlee talked about her or that she wouldn’t be on the receiving end of sapphic love. She smiled up at Ashlee and said, “That’s fine. Can she go down on you?”
Referring to herself in the third person… okay, maybe there was a little offense.
Ashlee blinked and looked down at her. “I… uh…”
“Let’s just see where this goes,” Shea said, picking up where she left off while undressing me. “I promise, I won’t do anything you aren’t into.”
“Hey,” I said, cupping one of her cheeks in my hand. “You just say the word, and we can stop this.”
“No,” Ashlee said with a shake of her head. “I want to do this.” Her tone suggested that she was proving something to me and the other girls, and I felt a little sorry for her. I wondered if she felt like a relationship with me hinged on whether or not she was willing to do something like this. After all, I was a billionaire who had just flown to Vegas with five other women. It hardly mattered that three of them worked for me; they were all smoking hot, and she suspected at least one of them was available for my pleasure at all times. Once the ‘uninvited guest’ decided to give me a lapdance, it must have cranked her jealousy to eleven.
I kept having to remind myself that she was working with the guy who had pulled a gun on me yesterday, so feeling sorry for her shouldn’t be an option.
“Okay,” I said. “Is that the only rule?”
She swallowed audibly and glanced back down at Shea, who had unfastened my pants and was beginning to slide them down my waist. Then she looked back up at me and nodded.
Shea hesitated in pulling my pants down completely; the elastic of my underwear nestled at the base of my cock. “Have you seen his cock before?” she asked.
Ashlee shook her head.
“Would you like to join me down here for the unveiling?” Shea asked; her tone suggested she was inviting a friend to a Tupperware party.
Ashlee nodded and knelt beside the masseuse, her chest rising and falling with every nervous breath. Shea skinned my underwear and pants down my thighs and let them fall to my ankles. My cock came bouncing free and felt amazing, finally being unrestricted by its prison. It bobbed in the air, swollen, angry, and glistening along the tip.
Ashlee bit her tip as she stared at it and looked up at me. “Oh… you’re big.”
I wasn’t that big, but it was nice of her to flatter me. My cock was far from small, but it wasn’t pornstar huge, which was the implication I was picking up from the way Ashlee was staring at it.
“You want to taste it?” Shea said, her voice low and husky as she reached up and stroked my thighs with her fingertips. They traveled further up and grazed across my balls before cupping them gently in one dainty hand.
Looking incredibly vulnerable, Ashlee glanced at Shea and then up at me and shook her head, her movements halting and jerky. She leaned forward and opened her mouth, placing her beautiful lips over the head of my engorged prick, and I felt the tip of her tongue slide over the tip. She immediately pulled away and made a face.
“You okay?” Shea asked.
Ashlee shook her head, “It tastes funny!”
“Oh honey,” Shea said and touched her shoulder. “Have you ever-”
“Of course, I’ve sucked dick,” Ashlee snapped. She looked up at me, and her face immediately softened. “It’s just…” She looked incredibly uncomfortable.
Aware that this was quickly becoming unsexy, Shea leaned forward and put her lips around my cock, sinking about half my length into her mouth before pausing. She slowly looked up at me, and I could see her fighting a smile while she had half my cock in her mouth, and I had a hard time not laughing as I shared a silent joke with her. Ashlee tasted Natashya on my dick, and it was clear that Shea had picked up on it.
Shea immediately went back to work, washing and scrubbing Natashya’s juices off my cock with her lips and tongue. A bit of drool escaped her mouth and slid down her chin as she began taking almost my entire length, the head slipping past her throat with the ease of experience in advanced pleasure.
Ashlee’s face went from sheepish to fascinated as she watched the woman work. Eventually, Shea pulled her mouth off my cock and tugged at my underwear, still around my ankles. I stepped out of it, and she used it to wipe my cock down. “There you go. You want to give it another shot?”
The princess slowly hovered closer to my cock and opened her mouth to take it between her lips. This time, her reaction wasn’t nearly as visceral, and in a few moments, she had the first third of my dick in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head, scrubbing at the underside of my shaft, and displaying a level of skill not available to someone who hadn’t experienced sucking dick before.
Shea continued to speak encouraging words to the young woman, stroking her hair and kissing her shoulder. Once Ashlee was fully engaged in working my cock, my flight attendant stood up and began undressing, removing her heels to stand at her actual height of five feet. She turned and lifted her hair, exposing the zipper to her dress.
“Would you?” she asked.
I pulled the zipper down the back until she could reach it, and she stepped away to finish the job herself, giving me one hell of a show.
Maintaining the concentration needed to keep myself from exploding was hard as I watched these two beauties work. Ashlee was on her knees with one hand at the base of my cock, luscious hair framing a face full of a need for validation as she looked up at me with her beautiful dark green eyes. Shea – a woman I barely knew – was shedding the remaining scraps of her clothing, baring her beautiful light brown skin, and throwing bedroom eyes at me that were pushing me closer to the edge.
I had slept with blondes and brunettes at the same time. I’d sunk my cock into Danni with her raven tresses while pushing Helen’s blonde locks out of my face as I made out with her. Honey had ridden me while I sucked Rose’s ebony tits. A contrast in aesthetics was quickly becoming something I was familiar with, but this time, I was experiencing more of a contrast in personalities and experience. Where Ashlee seemed like a neophyte, Shea was an expert in seduction. The twenty-year-old daughter of a powerful lawyer seemed skittish and reserved. At the same time, the masseuse had taken charge while remaining mindful of the lesser-experienced woman’s hesitance. Yet she still carefully cultivated an atmosphere of lust while nurturing, teaching, and encouraging Ashlee out of her discomfort.
Placing a hand on the top of Ashlee’s head, I watched as Shea flicked her panties off one petite foot and stood bare naked, watching as I looked on the verge of exploding inside Ashlee’s mouth. She walked up to the pair of us, dropped to her knees next to the other girl, and encircled my cock with her fingers as she whispered, “He’s about to cum. Do you want me to?”
Ashlee immediately took her mouth off my cock and leaned back, examining my face for any sign that I might be offended. It looked like Shea had picked up on the fact that Ashlee wasn’t particularly interested in seeing me cum in her mouth and had taken her place. I gave the younger woman a reassuring smile as I rested my hand on Shea’s head. Her lips hadn’t been on my cock for more than ten seconds at most when I felt my balls contract. I threw back my head, screwed my eyes shut, and fired my first load in her mouth; my teeth clenched as I let out a strangled groan.
I felt Ashlee grip my arm as she climbed to her feet, grabbed my head, and pulled me down, her lips seeking mine for a feverish kiss as I spent my seed between Shea’s generous lips. Several moments went by as we sloppily made out with each other before I grabbed her hair, yanked it back, and began to explore her neck. My hand encircled the back of her neck, and my fingers dug lightly into her skin as I kissed, suckled, and nibbled on it. I could hear her hiss in pleasure under my grip. Still wearing the strapless bra, I searched for the clasp behind. Releasing it, I pulled back and watched as it fell away and tumbled to the ground, giving me my first live look at Ashlee VanCamp’s tits.
They were beautiful little teardrops of cream-colored flesh about the size of a standard orange capped with dark pink nipples. They made a smooth transition from her areola and were relatively small, especially compared to Shea’s much more prominent, puffy nipples. If I had to describe them in one word, it would be cute, just like the rest of Ashlee. If I were being honest, I would have to admit that she could have rivaled any of the other women in my life for the spot of the most gorgeous woman I knew. It was a shame she spent so much of her time as a spoiled brat.
I immediately dove on them, latching my lips onto one as I began to suckle, eliciting a stuttering gasp from the young woman in my arms. Meanwhile, Shea was nursing the last remaining drops of cum from my cock before cleaning it with her tongue. Eventually, she stood up behind Ashlee and slid her fingers into the young woman’s dark brown hair as I feasted on her tits. She carefully directed Ashlee to look at her and brought their lips together. Ashlee hesitated, her head moving fractionally away from Shea’s face as the older woman pursued her.
And then they met for a kiss, and I could already feel my cock stirring as I watched Shea’s plump lips dominate Ashlee’s. She was gentle and soft with her kisses, encouraging the younger woman to feel comfortable with being intimate with another of her gender. I was mesmerized as I watched the two women’s tongues Glide wetly across each other, caressing lips. I felt my cock begin to engorge with blood again as I watched Ashlee’s resolve wear away. I could tell that arousal was starting to cloud her mind, killing any of the hesitancy she felt before.
My hand slid down between her legs; my finger slipped under the elastic of her waistband, and felt the moisture of her arousal as he slid over the length of her slick pussy lips. I pushed against him, feeling almost no resistance as my digits slid inside the warm depths. She gasped into Shea’s lips, and I felt her legs clamp around my hand, but her hips were subtly gyrating against my hand trapped between her thighs.
Their lips parted, and Shea peered over Ashlee’s shoulder at me. “Let’s go to the bed so we can do this properly, hm?”
I nodded, and she looked at Ashlee, who glanced between us and then nodded as well, albeit a little more hesitantly.
Shea took her by the hand; I took the other and led her to the bed. Once there, Shea took charge and gently pushed Ashlee back, encouraging her to lie on the soft, king-sized mattress. I started to climb on the bed and paused as movement in my peripheral vision caught my eye. I looked in the general direction of the doorway between my room and Chloe’s but didn’t see anyone there besides the door hanging slightly ajar. Had I just seen Chloe peeking in on us?
Before I could even give it another thought, I noticed Shea climbing between the girl’s legs. She looked back at me and said, “Maybe I should prep her a little more for you.”
Judging by the state of her pussy when I’d tested the waters, I doubted she needed prepping, but I wasn’t about to argue with seeing one sexy woman eat out another. I nodded.
Shea looked up from between Ashlee’s legs and purred, “That is, as long as you’re open to it.”
Ashlee simply stared back at her for several heartbeats as she chewed on her bottom lip, then gave a half-nod of consent.
That was all the encouragement Shea needed; without another word, she lowered her face between Ashlee’s thighs and set to work. Ashlee immediately responded, her back arching off the bed as she gasped loudly. I crawled on the bed beside Ashlee, and my new lover reached for my hand as I settled beside her. She sought out my lips for a hungry kiss as she whimpered into my mouth, and I enjoyed the gentle vibrations of her mewling as our tongues dueled each other. By now, my cock was rock hard again, thanks to witnessing the slow seduction of Ashlee VanCamp.
She eventually broke our kiss and noisily sucked in oxygen as she tried to catch her breath, her body undulating underneath Shea’s handiwork. I immediately set to work helping out the best I could, lowering my mouth to explore her neck and shoulders, licking and kissing my way along her creamy, flawless skin. God, I wanted to bury my dick deep in that silky pussy of hers. More than that, I wanted to keep doing it. It wasn’t some fleeting bits of the puppy love like I’d felt with Erin, Danni, or even occasionally Helen. It was more akin to some of the feelings that surfaced when I was enjoying Bobbi – something like a desire to possess. Channeling that lust to own the woman beside me, I raked my teeth across her skin, lightly marking her as mine for the evening with a single bite.
Her loud whimper fueled my arousal, and I ground my hardening cock against her thigh as I drug my teeth further down her smooth skin, suckling and lightly biting at her soft breast.
“I think she’s ready,” Shea said as she looked up from her meal, her face glistening with Ashlee’s juices. I eagerly let go of the breast I’d been suckling on to lean over and passionately kiss the small woman, tasting Ashlee’s fresh juices off her lips as I licked them and then dipped my tongue in her mouth.
Ashlee whimpered as she watched us and then quietly said, “Please… oh fuck, please.”
I quickly switched places with Shea, climbing between Ashlee’s thighs and lining my cock with the opening of her pussy. The mushroom head grazed her slick inner lips, and she shuddered as she lay in front of me with Shea settling in next to her. The flight attendant immediately slid two fingers between her legs and began working them back and forth as she watched the pair of us.
I lowered myself so that I hovered over the poor girl, bringing my face close to hers as I slowly pressed my hips forward. Ashlee’s inner lips engulfed my cock, and it disappeared inside her warm, wet canal easily, thanks to Shea’s groundwork. Ashlee let out a loud moan, grasping my arms in a vice-like grip, her fingernails digging into my skin. Pausing halfway inside her, I reversed course and pulled out until the mushroom head remained, eliciting another groan from Ashlee. Then I pushed forward again, inserting my entire length inside her with a single thrust.
Her groan turned into a feral growl as I felt the head of my cock settle deep in her pussy, and I smothered it with a long, slow kiss as I started to fuck her with similarly long, slow strokes. I could feel her breathing through, her warm breath dispersing as her nostrils flared. Her eyes were closed tight, depriving me of a chance to look into her forest green eyes, but I was soothed by getting to drink from her lips. I sucked her succulent bottom lip between mine, caressing, licking, and gnawing on it before bringing our mouths crashing back together in passion as I picked up the pace of my thrusts.
Her lips were so soft, her skin silky, and her wet pussy gripped my cock so tightly… it was like this woman was made for me. The desire to own and possess her was strong, and I suddenly found myself riding the line between passionate, volcanic sex and the rough, raw, primal mating that belonged to the animal kingdom. Ashlee was already a skittish participant in all of this despite her insistence; the last thing I wanted to do was utterly scare her by getting too rough.
Our lips parted, and I pushed myself up and away from her as we both tried to catch our breaths. I glanced to the right to see Shea lying on her back, her hips rocking back and forth as she drank in deep breaths; the low lights highlighted her slender form, making her into a work of art. As I continued to piston in and out of Ashlee, I took in the sight of the magnificent woman who had joined us.
Shea’s dark eyes were wide, but she wasn’t looking back at me. She wasn’t looking at Ashlee either. Still working her fingers in and out of her moist slit, she stared past the pair of us, and I followed her gaze.
A stream of faint light fell through the cracked doorway and illuminated Chloe standing just behind the door wearing a simple tank top and boxer briefs. She was leaning against the door frame, staring at the three of us with one hand buried in the briefs, and I could vaguely make out the muscles in her arms rippling slightly.
Chloe was getting herself off while watching us.
She caught me watching her, but instead of disappearing, we locked gazes as I continued to fuck the young woman underneath me. Barely able to see her face in such low light, I could only guess what she was thinking, but I could feel something pass between us – a clear understanding that, at this moment, we were both okay with whatever this was. We stared openly at each other as I fucked Ashlee, and even though I couldn’t fully see her face or read her mind, I could tell she was turned on by what she was seeing. In that moment, as she stared at us, she wasn’t my bodyguard. She was simply a woman with animal urges like the rest of us.
Should I crook a finger at her, beckoning her to come in and join us? If she remained there, would we ever speak of this moment? So many questions as we stared into each other’s eyes.
And then I felt a hand on the back of my hand as someone slowly forced me to look away. Shea had rolled over on her side and was bringing her lips to mine for another kiss, and I groaned into her mouth as I felt her plush lips once more on mine. We made out for nearly half a minute before she parted, her eyes flickering past me toward where I’d seen Chloe. Then Shea laid down next to Ashlee, who had finally opened her eyes and was looking up at me and panting loudly. It sounded like she was getting close to cumming.
Shea brought her lips to Ashlee’s, and the younger woman let out a muffled little squeal as they started yet another sapphic kiss. Her hand still on my head, Shea drew me toward them, and I pressed my lips to the side of Ashlee’s face, kissing her temple and cheekbone and then running my lips down her cheek. Shea tilted her head to the side and pulled me toward the pair of them, initiating a volcanic three-way kiss.
Our tongues entwined with each other as I felt Ashlee shudder under me, a series of whimpers and moans starting to increase in pitch as I felt the walls of her cunt tighten around me.
The next few hours were a blur, lost in the throes of pleasure, lust, and climax… unsure of how much Chloe saw or if we would ever speak of it.
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