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Cheyenne's Revenge Ch. 01

By: FinalStand



 (Note: This story develops rather slowly, so please be patient.)

Chapter 1 (Setting the Stage)

I was finishing a rather disappointing date when I saw her. I was walking away from the door of the woman I had found so little in common with. She was picking herself up off the floor, some sort of laughter disappearing from our environs. She looked around as if she was lost. From what I saw, I wanted to keep walking. She wasn't my problem. She was all kinds of trouble, and I knew trouble. She was naked, hair damp, and something on her face, neck and chest that I assumed was cum. She wasn't crying, or high, or really anything except shock. My logical mind told me to turn around and walk the other way, but then she saw me and I met her eyes. Sometimes I hate myself.

"Can I help you?" I asked as I came up to her. I could now smell the urine on her. Just great, she had pissed off what I could only imagine to be a group of people enough to use her as a cum dumpster and urinal.

"I ... I don't know," she murmured. I could see the weight of what had happened starting to rush in.

"Come with me," I told her. I took off my jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. I slipped an arm around her waist and began steering her down toward my car. "My name is Taylor."

"I'm Cheyenne," she said, looking as if she was seeing me for the first time. I could tell my name meant nothing to her, which was a pity. I'm not much of a looker. I'm not ugly, just average. It actually worked in my favor in my line of work.

"I know. You are the office manager here. We've met about a half a dozen times." She looked like she was trying to recall me, but couldn't. Again, I'm unremarkable.

"I'm sorry," she responded after a moment. I now knew she was fucked up. Normally Cheyenne was a total bitch, stuck up and arrogant as they came. I didn't hate her. I didn't know her, and frankly never thought about knowing her though she was smoking hot with her seductively breast that were perfectly formed – a C-cup heading for D. Her hair was auburn and came down to the small of her back. It normally smelled lightly perfumed, but now it smelled of piss. Nice lips, not too big, long legs that came up to a sculpted ass that was to die for. Too bad she was a totally bitch that screamed out high maintenance.

"Don't worry about it. You have had a tough night. Want to tell me what happened?"

"I was raped," she told me, biting her lower lip. She wasn't bad at lying, but I've been lied to by better.

"Listen, you don't want to tell, me, and then don't tell me. Lie to me again and I will leave you right here." That statement made her stumble. She was ashamed and in denial. I really didn't care. I was more than happy to go home alone. Internet porn doesn't nag you or make you feel guilty about doing what you want to do. She kept looking at me. Had she been less of a bitch she might have been better at judging people.

She started laying it out for me. She'd done a stupid thing. She had compounded that by doing an even more stupid thing, and that had led her to a room full of strange guys who used her like a cheap whore. Well not exactly like a whore. You pay whores. Her main antagonist had dirt on her, a recording of her being a self-righteous bitch when she should have been pleasant. When confronted with this, she had fucked him and his girlfriend, and they had video recorded the act. Using that, they had lured her to the room for the gangbang. Seriously, the girl should have quit her job. The job market wasn't that bad for someone of her looks. 

The cherry on the cake was that as she was taking all comers in the room, her fiancé arrived, fucked her in every hole, pissed on her, and taken the ring. Her life was on life support and the outlook was not good. It seemed she lived with her fiancé, who lived in the same complex. He wasn't likely to give her a good job review. The only good thing out of her confession was that I now knew what I was up against. See, I'm a problem solver. It is a rather ambiguous way of saying that I make my living by applying force, either mental or physical, to people who have pissed people off. I do if for a paycheck. I'm no saint.

We arrived at my apartment; I opened the door, and began gently nudging her inside. She pushed back against my hand, afraid to come in.

"You are wearing my coat. You are coming inside," I commanded. Her resistance folded up and she let me herd her inside. I moved her straight across the living room, down the hall, and into my bathroom. She looked around at the features as I took off the jacket. It needed to be dry cleaned now.

"You've made illegal alterations," she gawked. She was right. I'd put in a richer tile and knocked out a closet to put in a walk-in shower. That is what I was heading for now.

"Are you going to turn me in to ... you?" Her eyes widened and she stared at me with an open mouth. I turned and cut on the water in the shower. It would take about fifteen seconds to get to my pre-selected temperature. Cheyenne giggled. It was a bit hysterical, but it was progress. The water started steaming up and I started taking off my clothes.

"No," she said softly.

"No, you aren't going to turn me in, or no, you don't want to see me naked?"

"Huh?" she responded, clearly confused.

"Get in the shower," I commanded as I pushed her in before me. This time she didn't resist my direction. I took those seconds to study her closely. Yes, she had been fucked up the ass so hard she'd bled. I stepped in after her and shut the door. She faced me, so I had to reach around her for the shampoo. As I poured out some into my hand, she looked on in fascination. When I looked up from the gloop, something misfire went off in her mind. Cheyenne turned away from me, leaned against the wall, and stuck her ass out. I groaned. It was a nice ass. Cancel that, it was a great ass. 

I took my handful of shampoo and placed it on the top of her head. She started slightly from the cool liquid. I took both hands and began massaging her scalp, making greater and greater circles, taking in more of her hair, and rinsing out the cum. Cheyenne pushed off from the wall against me. Not being made of stone, my penis began stretching out to its full nine inches. It rested against her firm ass cheeks. She began rubbing up and down, wedging my shaft deeper into her crevice.

"I'm not going to fuck you," I whispered into her ear. She looked over her shoulder, confused.

"I thought ..." she murmured back over her shoulder.

"Cheyenne, your mouth was until recently encrusted with cum from multiple sources, your pussy looks like someone took a jackhammer to it, and your ass is bleeding. You are attractive, but I think you have had enough fun for tonight."

"Oh," she whispered. She turned her head forward again, but kept her ass firmly pressed against me. I gently pushed her into the shower stream, cleaning the shampoo, and other stuff, out of her hair. Next I reached for the liquid body soap. It was a bland cucumber scent that I liked. I pulled her out of the stream, poured some soap on her shoulder, and began rubbing it over her back, neck, and eventually, her face. I slowly worked my way around her, cleaning her up, getting everywhere. She tensed and moaned slightly when I cupped her abused nipples. I was as gentle as I could while still scrubbing the cum clean.

"I'm going to finish cleaning you up, but I know you are sore. Put your hand on my shoulder and squeeze if the pain is too much." I knelt beside her, cupped some more soap, and began rubbing her pussy. Her thigh twitched and her fingers dug into me, but I finished it up. I turned to her tortured ass. I cleaned out as much as I could, slightly entering her. She dug in enough to draw blood, but she was moaning in near orgasm too. I sighed. I kept one finger inside her ass, and placed my thumb upon her clit. As I moved my finger in and out, I made soft circles on her clit until she had a body spasm, gasped, and did her level best to crack my collarbone. After that, her legs were easy. I turned off the water, stepped out, and pulled her along with me.

"Here, dry your hair," I said, handing her a thick terry cloth towel. I took another one up and began toweling down the rest of her body. I was as gentle as I could be. When I had finished, I dried myself off. She had made some progress on her hair.

"Enough," I said calmly. I handed her my brush. I then took her hand and led her out into the hall.

"What now?" she asked.

"Bedroom." Seeing her confused yet again, I explained, "I keep clothes in the bedroom, like most people. I have some stuff from less than successful relationships. I assume you want to put something on." She nodded and let me led her into my bedroom. I have a king-sized bed because I like to sprawl out when I sleep, not because I expect much traffic. I sat Cheyenne on the bed and went to the closet. I could feel her eyes on my now, taking in my body. I work out a good deal, eat okay, and come from good genetic stock. Ladies tend to like my physique. I rummage through my closet and didn't come up with much that would fit. I handed her grey workout pants, a lavender blouse that was only one size too small. No underwear though. I offered her some of my boxers, but she declined. We got dressed together.

"What now?" she said hesitantly. It amazes me how so few people plan ahead.

"We go to your place, get your clothes, and come back here. Tomorrow you start putting your life back together as best you can."

"Can I stay here with you?" Damn, she didn't waste much time.

"Cheyenne, what is my last name?" She gave me confused look, but I could see her mind working. She gave up and gave me a pitiful look.

"As far as you know, I could have brought you back here, tied you to my bed, and kept you around a few weeks as my personal sex toy – unless I decided to share you with some friends. Has that occurred to you?" By the look on her face, it hadn't.

"Are you?" she whispered. She was afraid again.

"No, I'm not. My last name is Eden. My name is Taylor Eden, and I have no desire to fuck you over, figuratively or literally. Now let's go to your place and get your stuff."

"How are we going to get in? I don't have my key and he hates me," she groaned. I took a deep, patient breath.

"I'm going to do what normal people do. I'm going to knock." I stood up and headed for the door. She followed close behind me. I was beginning to have a flicker of hope for her. The fiancé wasn't too far away. We arrived at his door quietly. I placed Cheyenne out of sight of the spyhole. Then, I knocked. These apartments had decent soundproofing so I wasn't sure he was responding. I counted to ten, knocked again. I repeated the process twice more before the door swung open. I could smell the alcohol.

"Who the hell are you?" he slurred. "Are you here for the whore? She's out getting fucked!" I applied sufficient pressure to his body to stagger him back.

"I'm well aware of where you left her," I responded calmly. 

"What the hell ..." he started to say. Cheyenne came in behind me.

"Shut the door," I said in a pleasant, even tone. Cheyenne did so. Now I could raise my voice to the Asshole if I needed to. "We are here for Cheyenne's clothes. We will take them and leave you alone, and if we are lucky, you will never have to see Cheyenne again. Please be reasonable." See, I said please. I always try to be a nice guy. It doesn't cost you much to be nice.

"Is she fucking you too?" he blurted out. This guy was feeling hurt and betrayed and had good reason feel so. I wasn't here to deal with him though. I was here to help Cheyenne with her problem.

"No," I said gently. "I found Cheyenne were you left her; in the hall, naked, and covered in the bodily fluids of a half-dozen other people. I don't want to fight with you. I just want to get her clothes and get out of here as quickly as possible. Sit down, take another drink, and let us do what needs to be done.

"Fuck you!" he muttered. He looked at me. He looked in my eyes. Maybe this afternoon he might have had the willpower to take me on. I don't know. I know he'd been trampled on pretty hard tonight. That is what mattered. He staggered out of my way and went over to the chair, the end table, and the bottle of vodka on it. I motioned for Cheyenne to get moving. As she scurried off to the bedroom, I took a seat opposite Nicholas, the fiancé. He took a swig and glowered.

"She's a fucking cunt," he growled.

"That's not my problem," I responded calmly. "Trust me; I want to be gone as soon as possible."

"She'll fuck you over too. She lies. She stabs you in the heart."

"I don't want to be with her. Tomorrow she is going to find her own place and be done with me," I told him.

"Why?" I assumed he wanted to know why I was helping her.

"She's a woman in distress. A man helps a woman in dire straits. It is why we are men. We don't leave a woman naked, battered and alone without hope. Seeing her that way, this was the only decent thing I could do." That stung him. His manhood had already been diminished by tonight's festivities, and from what Cheyenne had let slip, it hadn't been all that impressive before that. A man shouldn't judge himself by his penis size; that is why God gave us fingers and a tongue. Before things could become more awkward, Cheyenne called out for me. I got up and went to the bedroom. The problem was plain to see. She had two suitcases, a carry on, and a dress bag that was bulging at the seams. I took up the bigger suitcase and the dress bag without protest. Cheyenne shouldered the other two and followed me out. We passed Nicholas and made it to the door before Nicholas said anything.

"Fucking bitch," he slurred. "They are going to keep fucking you and fucking you. You will never get out." Cheyenne flinched. I didn't. I already knew the score. Again, this was not my problem. With luck, she would be gone from my life come morning.

When she finally came into my apartment and slumped down with her bags in tow, Cheyenne broke down and started sobbing uncontrollably. I sighed and put on some coffee. I cut up two apples and brought a plate of them over to Cheyenne.

"Here, have some." She looked at me. I could tell I was losing ground. My first instinct was to toss her out. I have a simple, uncomplicated life and a woman was the antithesis of that.

"Stop crying. It is pissing me off," I said without heat, belying any real anger.

"I'll be gone in the morning," she sniffled. She took an apple and chewed on it. Now, I pride myself on judging people and figuring out how trustworthy they are. I did the social arithmetic and made my choice.

"Cheyenne, do you have any idea what I do for a living?" She looked me in the eyes then shook her head. "I solve problems. More precisely, I solve delicate problems involving difficult people. Cheyenne, do you want me to solve your problem?" She didn't know what to make of that. I let her mull it over.

"I ... yes, please," she said hesitantly.

"I get paid for what I do. The only thing I want is you. By that, you stay with me for as long as I want you. You will do what I tell you to do. If you fail, or leave me, I will make you pay. Can you live with that?"

"But ... what choice do I have?" she whimpered.

"I won't whore you out. I will look out for your best interest. As you have discovered, the world can be an unforgiving place. I'll be there for you to keep you safe. You have to trust me, and with very little reason to do so. After all, you don't know me, but you do know the people who now have hold over you. Do you want that to be the thing that happens again and again for as long as they find you amusing?"

"No," she whispered.

"Will you do what I ask? After all, you are asking a great deal of me. I am risking much for nothing up front." She studied me intently, warring with her pain and betrayal versus some small hope that she would have even limited freedom.

"Yes. I will. I promise."

"Okay," I nodded. I studied her intently. She was telling the truth. "I have some calls to make. Put your clothes in the spare bedroom." I had some work to do and some people whose help I needed. Five minutes later I was ready to head out. I told Cheyenne to get some sleep and that I would be back in an hour and a half.

When I did arrive, I found her asleep on the sofa, and not either bed. She stirred when I approached her and gave me her first smile.

"Oh, I didn't dream you," she said sleepily. I stroked her cheek and brushed an errant hair away from her brow.

"I'm hardly someone women dream about," I joked. "Now, I have two things for you. I brought out a pill packet and a baggie with five pills. I opened the baggie and took out one pill. "This is a Morning After pill. You won't get pregnant, which would suck for both of us." I held up the packet. "This is birth control. This will tide you over until you can go to an OBGYN. Take them." She took and swallowed the Morning After pill right away. She regarded the birth control packet with less enthusiasm.

"I don't want a child. I don't wear a rubber, and I want to come inside you," I explained. She nodded. She was making that final plunge. She began to open it, but I stayed her hand. "Read the instructions." She gave a lopsided grin to that. "Now, I want you to go to my room and get some sleep. Set the alarm for six-thirty. I'll need you. When you dress, wear a blouse, bra, and short skirt. No underwear. Okay?" Cheyenne nodded with hardly a blink. I got up and left. I still had work to do.

Cheyenne's Revenge Ch. 02



 Chapter 2 (The Revenge)

Whenever you get the chance, pick you fights. You have three things you are looking for: place, time, and resources. When I had all three, I launched my plan.

I knocked on their door at five past seven in the morning after their party. That was enough time for my targets to get into a deep sleep. Now I was going to wake them up. I knocked again. I could have picked the door, but as always, I wanted to give my opponents a chance to take the easy way out. I'm an unimpressive guy. In my jeans, boots, and old army jacket, I look like a working class stiff. On the fourth knock the door swung open.

"What the hell do you want?" he growled sleepily. He's bare-chested and wearing pajama bottoms. He's taller and broader in the chest. He is totally unprepared for me. "Hi. I'm a friend of Cheyenne's. I would like you to do me a favor please. I would like you to hand over to me the tape and video you made of Cheyenne, including all copies. I would also like back her clothing. If you do this for me, I promise to leave you alone." He laughed at me.

"You are a funny guy," he said snidely. "Tell you what," he grinned as he leant in over me, "you tell Cheyenne I am going to need a good dick cleaning after the fucking she got last night. Tell her to come around at noon. I'll have her back to you around two."

"Well," I shrugged, "that was easy." He laughed. I drove my fist into his Adam's apple followed by a blow to the Solar Plexus. He folded up. When his chin was at the right level, I clocked him hard. I hit him so hard he came off the ground and tumbled in the hall. I stepped in and shut the door quietly. I put my sap up, pulled out the cuffs, rolled him onto this stomach, and then handcuffed his hands behind his back. I slapped some tape over his mouth. I took out the syringe and shot him in the ass. I'd done with him for now. That was one down.

I glided down the hall toward the bedroom. She was still sleeping, but I knew my knocking had brought her to the brink of wakefulness. I moved to her side of the bed. She was in a wife-beater and skimpy underwear – black with pink hearts. She was the way Cheyenne described her, shorter, but with a larger cup size and wider hips. Her ass looked plenty enticing too. 

Back to work; I slapped my gloved hand over her mouth and pressed her forcefully down into her pillow. Her eyes flew open. First there was surprise, then anger, and finally when she didn't recognize me, fear.

"Sierra, scream and I will cause you pain. Behave and you will come out of this okay. Do you agree?" She eyed me fearfully. "I will not sexually assault you. I don't even want to hurt you. All I want you to do is help me with some things. Can you do this?" She nodded. I took off my hand. "Hello, I'm a friend of Cheyenne's. I would like you to help me get the original and all copies of the tape and video concerning her. I would also like her clothing." She stared fearfully. "You may speak," I informed her.

"Are you going to hurt me?" "No," I assured her. "That is not my intention at all. There is a matter of revenge to deal with, but we will get to that. Right now I need your help, now let's get to it." I helped her off the bed, staying close to her. "The tape is in the drawer," she explained. "The video is still on the card. I don't think there are any copies."

"Thank you," I said sincerely. She gave a shaky smile. It was beginning to dawn on her that I hadn't hurt her when I clearly could have and I was being very direct and polite. In my experience, when you give someone a hope of getting out, they bend over backwards to help you. That is why you try never to lie unless you have to.

"Where is Joe?" she asked warily. It took her a while, but she got around to asking. "I had to knock him out," I admitted. "Had he simply given me what I asked for, as you have done, I would have never entered into your life." I took the tapes and video card. I kept the video cam. "Okay, where is the computer?"

"His, or mine?" "Both," I told her. "Frankly, I'm of the opinion that since Joe recorded Cheyenne twice without her knowledge, he might also be doing something duplicitous to you too."  Cheyenne behaved pretty slutty, but Joe and Sierra didn't have to destroy her life the way they did. It was overkill. Now, they might consider what they have done to be regrettable. They have to meet me professionally, and I have been employed by Cheyenne to exact revenge. I am not in the friend-making business.

"He wouldn't do that," Sierra insisted. I shrugged. She took me to his computer. "Password?" I asked. She told me. I did shit like this for a living and Joe didn't. He was trying to hide something from his girlfriend, not someone dedicated to finding his secrets. It took me ten minute to find it. I showed it to Sierra. She looked like someone made her bite into a lemon. She glared over at Joe. "I'm afraid this is going to take longer than I hope Sierra, so I'm going to have to restrain you." She looked fearfully at me. I take out a pair of plastic slip-ties. "Lie on the ground." She did.

"Please," she begged. I hushed her softly. I bound her hands together first, then I went to work on her legs. When I was done, I pulled out a black hood. "Please, no," she repeated. I told her it is going to be okay and slipped the bag over her head. She struggled a little, but not much. That was two down.

Joe got my attention once more. I took off his pants; drug him over to the sofa. I moved the sofa around so that it is back to the door. I bent Joe over it. I pulled out four lengths of cord. I secured his arms and legs so that he was bent over and spread eagle. I put a hood over his head. I doubt his ass had ever been penetrated. I gave it a little slap as I got about my work. I called Cheyenne and told her to come over here. I told her there will be a package waiting for her. She was to put on what she found in it. She was nervous, so I promised her it will be alright.

Now I headed out to my car and brought in my two bags and my laptop. First I burned his computer. No one was getting anything off that computer ever again. I studied the room and figured out the eight best places to set up the cameras to get the perfect panoramic view. I cut them on and studied the pictures on the laptop. I liked what I saw. I did a sound test and was satisfied. The cameras were hidden as best I could. I hid the laptop and checked my ties. I looked at my watch and seeing that it is almost time, I went back to Sierra and pulled off her hood. She blinked, but when she saw me she relaxed somewhat.

"Okay, I am going to cut you free. Play along and you will be alright. I promise not to harm you, or have sex with you without your permission. I keep my word." Her feet and hands came free. "Joe? What have you done to him?" she gasped when she saw what I've done to him. "He's perfectly fine. He should recover," I looked at my watch, "in about an hour. That gives us plenty of time for what is to come." Sierra looked at me warily. "You and Cheyenne are going to work out a solution to her dilemma."

"What is she going to do?" "She is probably going to have sex with you. I imagine it will be something similar to the party you threw for her last night." She blanched. "You can't believe that you would get away with this scot-free." Sierra gulped. "Her sex with you was one of her more memorable moments. You are not the agent of her troubles after all. Joe is. Had Joe given me what I asked, he wouldn't be over the chair and you wouldn't have had to been taken from your bed."

"Now I am going to show you something." I throw up the screen on her computer. I click on a file and the video comes on in its entire splendor. Sierra gasped "I didn't," she pleaded, tears in the eyes and about to cry.

"I know. They were in a secret directory. If you ever deleted his files, he had others hidden on yours. This is the type of man you are dealing with. He's sneaky." Tears streaked her face, a classical response to betrayal. "I have to destroy your computer too. I am sorry about this." She sobbed as I took her computer over and removed the hard drive. I squirted acid over the heart of the system. I had just murdered most of her life, and she's glared hate at the unconscious Joe.

I was massaging the last signs of the restraints from Sierra's ankles when the faint knock on the door came.  "Come on," I said, offering Sierra a hand up. I pulled a mask out of my jacket pocket once we were in the hallway. It was Cheyenne at the door, with a beautiful half-mask I had left for her. She stepped in, uncertain of situation.

"Sierra, do not use Cheyenne's name. Anything else will do. Now let's get started." I took Sierra and Cheyenne by the arm led them into the living area. I started up a conversation, asking how the two ladies are. I asked about last night. We closed on the second sofa, standing next to the center section. "What should I do?" Sierra asked with caution. "I think the Lady should decide," I said, indicating Cheyenne with a nod of my head. I could see Cheyenne making some sort of calculations.

"Strip," she commanded Sierra, "shirt first." Sierra took her shirt and slowly lifted it over her head, her breasts jiggling free from its grip with a healthy bounce. They were better than I imagined, with large, brown areolas and darker nipples as thick as the tip of my pinky. I could see them starting to stiffen in arousal. She's a DD alright. The shirt came off and fell to the floor. She slid her hands down her hips, palms against her flesh building up a sensual tension. Her fingers slipped inside the underwear's elastic band. She hesitated. She looked to me, but I remained impassive. She moved her gaze to Cheyenne. Cheyenne's tongue peeked out and licked her upper lip. Sierra took that as a good sign, gave a frightened smile, and began tugging the underwear down. The pubic area was nicely trimmed, with a small V pointing to her puffy lips. She bent over; her tits swaying seductively as she took one leg and then the other out of her panties. 

Cheyenne was eating it up. Sierra's arms haphazardly moved up to cover her breasts.

"No," Cheyenne ordered. "I want to see them." She reached out and held one of Sierra's breasts in her hand, weighing it, stroking it, and finally moved up and pinched one of her nipples. Sierra had a quick intake of breath. "Come here," Cheyenne said softly, almost lovingly. Sierra stepped forward. "Kneel." Sierra knelt down in front of Cheyenne. "Lift up my skirt." Sierra reached out with both hands and slowly pushed the short, black skirt up. I already knew that Cheyenne was clean shaven, but it was still giving me a thrill to see it. "Touch me. Lick my cunt," Cheyenne purred. Sierra needed no urging. She leaned forward, extended her tongue and started lapping up and down her labia. Her left hand snaked around to gasp Cheyenne's butt cheek. Her right hand moved up Cheyenne's leg and began moving a finger inside her wet hole.

"Ah," Cheyenne panted. She reached up with one hand and starts massaging one breast, pinching her nipple. Her other hand went down to Sierra's head, kneading her hair and gently pushing in when Sierra hit a sweet spot. Sierra really started getting into it. I thought it was time for me to do something, so I moved up beside Cheyenne and slipped her top off. She kissed me full on the lips, her tongue strong and hungry. I pinched her other nipple before I stepped back. It was time for me to take my own clothes off.

Sierra was really getting into it. She's had gotten three fingers inside Cheyenne and was pumping furiously. All the while, she was licking her slit and biting her clit. Cheyenne was going wild. Her C cup breasts were rapidly rising and falling. I knelt down beside the two women, whispering into Sierra's ear.

"Do you want me to get you off?" Sierra moaned and rocked her head as much as she could while still keeping her lips locked to Cheyenne's clit. I ran my hand down the curve of Sierra's spine, smoothly moving down the crease of her buttocks. I teased her sphincter with a slight push. That earned me a guttural groan. My hand moved farther down until I traced a line along Sierra's dripping cunt. I slipped one finger in, then two. I pushed up slowly, but steadily. I pumped a few times, slipping a third finger in and she bucked slightly against my hand, driving me in even deeper. I slipped my hand out and she whimpered, but I was not intending to leave her wanting. I lined up my third, wet finger against her asshole and start gently pushing up. There is some resistance, but when I slipped in I rapidly push up to the third knuckle. My other two fingers slipped deep into her pussy and my thumb pushed against her clit.

"Ungh, ungh, ungh," Sierra grunted as she spasms on my hand. Cheyenne was racing ahead of her toward climax though. She arched back and screamed. I was happy those walls were so good at baffling sound. If they weren't the cops would have been there last night. I was comfortable that we would remain undisturbed. Cheyenne collapsed back on the sofa. I was left frigging Sierra who went forward on her hands, doggy style. I picked up my pace as her breathing increased. I wiggled my fingers and she grunted again. Her moan became one steady note and I sensed she's ready. I reached back and smacked her across her ass.

"Ah!" she gasped, her head popping up, her shoulder-length brunette hair flying around. Her first orgasm hit her. Her cunt and asshole clamp down on my fingers, sucking them in. "Oh God!", she gasped. As she shook uncontrollably, I rested my spare hand on her back, rubbing it up and down her lower spine. "Good girl," I cooed to her. I admired my handprint on her ass as I did so. We were far from done.

"Get up here," Cheyenne commanded, "I want to taste you." Cheyenne reclined on the sofa. I helped up Sierra and moved her around to the 69 position. Sierra slowly lowered her hips onto Cheyenne's waiting lips. Cheyenne immediately started to lick up and down her slit, using the tip of her tongue to tease the clit before licking down to her puckered asshole.

"Oh, yes," panted Sierra. I stroked Sierra's hair. She looked over at me, clearly confused by my affection. She looked at my stiff member, thick and long, then back at me. Balancing on one hand, she reached for my tool. I caught her wrist and shook my head.

"I'm here for you two. There will be time for this soon enough." The look of surprise on her face was priceless. Not too many guys are patient when it comes to sex. I still had work to do so I pushed Sierra's head down to Cheyenne's familiar pussy. Sierra dug in with gusto and soon they are both lapping and sucking with wild abandon. That gave me time to reach into my bag. I pulled out the two vibrators and a bottle of lube. I liberally coated each one. That done, I snuck around to Cheyenne, got her attention and handed her the item. Without hesitation, she began working it in to Sierra's ass. It is much bigger than my finger and Sierra bucked.

"Oh!" There was a reason why I brought two. I came around to Sierra and presented her with her own vibrator. She turned it on and she started working it into Cheyenne's ass. Cheyenne wiggled and moaned. They were pumping each other as they ate each other out. Cheyenne had her second orgasm seconds later. Sierra doesn't let up and within a minute, Cheyenne orgasms a third time.

"Give it a moment," I whispered to Sierra. I use one hand to cup her jaw and the other pulled out the vibrator from Cheyenne. Sierra looked at me clearly in need. I leaned in and kissed her on her lips. I worked my way down the side of her face, to her ear, and then her neck. I nipped and bit my way along. I put my hands between the two women, picked a breast on each and begin caressing their hard nipples. Sierra's breath was becoming more ragged and she was tossing her head from side to side. I leaned into her.

"Kiss me," I said and she does. Our tongues fought for dominance and I was there inside her when Sierra orgasms for the second time that morning. She collapsed on top of Cheyenne. I gently picked her up and laid her out farther down the couch, on her stomach. I checked on Cheyenne. She was covered in Sierra's love juice, but had this fulfilled expression on her face. I let the women catch their breaths. I went to the kitchen and got them each a tall glass of water. There was still more to do. I gave Cheyenne a glass first then settled in beside Sierra. I helped her drink hers. I gently stroked Sierra's hair, back and buttocks and she started purring. I waited for Cheyenne to prop herself up on her elbows before going to the next step.

"I'll be right back," I said to Sierra. "Get some rest." She wiggled and closed her eyes. I did glide over to my toy box and got my next two instruments of vengeance. I came around to Cheyenne; helped her attach the strap on vibrator, covered it with lube, and motioned her to give me a moment with Sierra. I took that time to move back to Sierra's side.

"Let me help you up," I soothingly said to her. I helped her to her hands and knees, but kept her eyes upon me. I put my hand on her chin and kiss her deeply and fully. I pulled her in as Cheyenne moved up behind her. Sierra knows she's there, but it totally surprised when Cheyenne hammered the vibrator's seven inches into her pussy. . "God! Fuck!" she gasped. Cheyenne started giving it to her in sharp, abrupt strokes that plunged deep into her. Cheyenne's grip on her hips was tight. Sierra's luscious ass rippled with each thrust. "Uh, uh, uh," Sierra and Cheyenne panted together. "Take it, you Bitch!" growled Cheyenne. "Take it!"

"Oh God!" Sierra groaned. "Give it to me, you Cunt. I dare you. Make me cum." Cheyenne started spanking Sierra's ass in time with her strokes. Had I not already been standing at attention that would have done it for me. The vibrator was rubbing against Cheyenne's clit; as it stretched Sierra out, it was stimulating Cheyenne as well.

"Lean over her and take hold of a breast," I suggested to Cheyenne. She gave me a wicked grin and did just that, pulling and pinching Sierra's tit. Sierra was racing to another orgasm, but I was worried that Cheyenne would beat her there. I picked up the dildo Cheyenne had used on her earlier. When Cheyenne pulled back for another stroke, I plunged it into Sierra's ass. Sierra exploded.

"FUUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!!" Sierra gushed all over Cheyenne with such force it rocked her back. That was enough for Cheyenne. She slammed the strap on as deep as she could into Sierra's pussy and cried out herself. Her back bowed and she howled up at the ceiling. Cheyenne then collapsed back on her heels and slumped against the back of the sofa. Sierra fell forward.

"I can't move," moaned Sierra blissfully. I retrieved the other toy. I moved it up so she could see what it was. "Are you sure? It is your turn now, if you want to do it to her." Sierra regarded her strap on, first with awe and then hunger.

"Let me catch my breath," she wheezed as she pushed herself up on all fours. I put the strap on down and went to Cheyenne who was staring at the strap on and me. She looked fascinated by it. I moved Cheyenne around so that she was on her back, her feet facing toward Sierra. That had both girls confused. Sierra sat up and I brought the strap on to her. When I had fixed it in place, Sierra tapped the vibrator head several times and giggled. She cut it on and the device began rubbing against her clit. She gasped. I kept Sierra on the sofa.

"Approach her on your knees," I instructed. Sierra did as I asked. When I started lifting Cheyenne's legs up and apart, they both figured out what was going to happen.

"Come here, you slut," Sierra snarled. "Give me that vibrator," she told me. I obliged. First Sierra began pushing Cheyenne's legs back farther and farther until she had easy access to both ass and pussy. She rubbed the vibrating strap on against her pussy without putting it in. Cheyenne bit her lip and looked at Sierra with the passion of a feral beast. Sierra mirrored that. "Take it like a whore," whispered Sierra. Cheyenne nodded. Sierra now had pushed Cheyenne's legs so far back that her knees were pressing into her breasts. Still Sierra teased her slit and clit. Cheyenne shuttered and came so strong she squirted into Sierra's crotch.




Cheyenne's Revenge Ch. 02



"I'm going to fuck you," Sierra began to chant again and again. She drove the strap on into her ass, sliding it in with short, rhythmic pulses. Cheyenne was clearly losing it, and Sierra was so into the control she was exerting. When Sierra bottomed out in Cheyenne's ass, she brought the other vibrator down on her clit. Cheyenne screamed and convulsed. Sierra drove it in deeper and began alternating her penetrations while Cheyenne had one endless orgasm. Right at the moment I was afraid I was going to have to intervene, Sierra erupted, soaking her legs and the sofa. She screamed up at the ceiling and fell away from Cheyenne. The vibrator fell from her nerveless fingers and the strap on popped out of Cheyenne's ass. Both holes were gaping. Neither woman moved for the longest time. I checked my watch. It was time for the final stage.

"Sit up," I requested softly of both women. When I had them up and focused on me, I made my presentation.

"There is still the matter of why we are all here today. Without our guest of honor, none of what you have just experienced would have been possible. I think we should repay that debt right now. Follow me." I stood up and walked over behind Joe. I lightly spanked him on his ass. He stirred slightly. The drug had almost run its course. All it need was a little stimulus to be flushed from his system. Both women came to me and looked down at the prostrate extortionist.

"What are we ..." Sierra began. I tapped the tip of her strap on vibrator so that it bobbed up and down. "I'll do it," Cheyenne declared jubilantly. Lust, rage, shame and anger warred for control of her expression. She reached for the vibrate button. I stopped her.

"First, let's lube it up. I know that's more consideration than he showed you, but trust me, I have my reasons. He'll feel it more this way." I got the lube and liberally coated her artificial cock. I let her line herself up then I nodded. Cheyenne pushed forward.  The resistance became stronger as Joe struggled for consciousness and realized his bunghole was being plundered. Cheyenne popped past the sphincter. She pushed in and Joe grunted. Sierra was about to say something, but I held my finger up to her lips. Now Joe was struggling against his bonds. He wasn't getting away.

Cheyenne drove the vibrating base against his ball sac. "Hold it there for a second," I advised. I reached down and stretched his penis down. It was getting hard alright. I'm glad I had the camera angle to take that in. Now Cheyenne began piston into and out of Joe's ass. He grunted with each down-stroke and groaned with each withdrawal. I walked around to Joe's head. I raised the hood high enough so that I could gently take the tape off his mouth, but not so he could see. I had my reasons for not hurting him that had little to do with compassion.

"Damn," moaned Joe. "What ..."

"You were the first to take my ass, Joe. It is only fair that I returned the favor. Take it, bitch," Cheyenne gloated. She began spanking Joe with each plunge. I walked back around in time to see Sierra kneel down and start to milk Joe's cock. Her hand motions became more rapid. She looked up to me.

'Is he close?' I mouthed. Sierra nodded. She bent in and took Joe into her mouth. I brought a glass bowl and put it underneath her. 'I need it for something,' I indicated. Sierra nodded and smiled. Joe was getting close. Between Cheyenne's pounding and Sierra's mouth and hand, he gave a mighty grunt.

"Fuck," he groaned. Sierra yanked back her mouth and brought the bowl up. Rope after rope of Joe's semen splattered down into the bowl. Joe had several spasms. When Sierra milked the last drop from him, she licked the residue off her fingers and handed me the bowl. I gave her a smile. I tapped Cheyenne and motioned her to follow. I moved Sierra so that she and her strap on were poised behind Joe's tender opening. I held up my finger and indicated that she should wait. I took Cheyenne around and placed her in front of Joe's face before I took him by the jaw and leaned in. He tried to say something, but my hold on him made it an unintelligible mumble. I really can't have him ruining all my work.

"Joe, you have been a fantastic host and you throw one hell of a party," I told him pleasantly. "I have two more things for you that you richly deserve." I grabbed Joe's head and nodded for Cheyenne. She shoved her cockhead forward, into Joe's open mouth. She had an inch in before Joe's mouth, nose, and tongue told him what it was. He tried to shut his jaws, but my grip held them open. He was sucking in a strap on vibrator covered in lube and his ass juice.

"Deep throat him," I said. "He likes that." Cheyenne obliged. She went all the way in until his nose was against her sexy, flat stomach. He tried to retch and gag, but Cheyenne was having none of it. She began rocking it back and forth in his nose.

"You like that, Bitch? Do you like the taste of your own shit on a cock?" Cheyenne taunts. "I bet you know how much I like it now, don't you?" I reach over and cut the vibrator on. Joe gags and saliva drools out of his mouth.

"If you bite down on it, it will chip your teeth," I lied. You lie when you have to. For the last stage to work, I needed a little lie. I let go over Joe's jaw and his cheeks made a sucking sound.

"Swirl your tongue around it, you bastard," recommended Cheyenne to him. She kept pounding. I walked behind him and moved Sierra into place. I made her put my hands under hers, so that when she put her hands on his hips, he felt a man's grasp. Sierra didn't enter him slowly or gently. She was half way in with one thrust. Joe jerked. Tears ran down his cheeks. Sierra and Cheyenne were going all out on him. I let Sierra's hands take over. Joe was past caring about such small details as hand size now.  I went down and started milking his cock. Sure enough, he came again and I caught it all up. Things were almost over.

"Smack his ass when I tell you to," I whispered to Sierra. I walked around Joe and pulled off the hood. He looked up at Cheyenne with exhaustion and hate. The look he gave me was not much better. I nodded to Sierra and she slapped him hard. Cheyenne stepped back and her 'penis' popped out of Joe's mouth. The look on his face when he saw his ass being reamed by his girlfriend was priceless. I took that moment to scoop up a handful of his semen and slam it down his throat. I tilt his head back until he swallows.

"Does it taste good?" I ask him. I dump out the rest of the contents on his face, making sure to get some in his nose and eyes. He gags and thrashes. I slapped the tape over his mouth and shoved the bag back over his head. Now he has had a little taste of what it is like to be someone's little cum-whore. I mark that task down as successful.

I walked around to Sierra and kissed her deeply. I had really needed her to play along to accomplish what I needed to do with Joe. I couldn't tell her that, though. It wasn't over. There was still work to do, but this was a good start.

"Put the toys up," I ordered. I got around and started gathering up all the cameras I had stashed around the place. They hadn't been all that disguised because my plan relied on Sierra being otherwise distracted. "You filmed us?" Sierra gasped. I nodded. She slumped down on the sofa. "What are you going to do to us?"

"To you, nothing. My target here has been Joe." Sierra looked devastated. The shoe was on the other foot. Cheyenne and I both knew she had a hand in what happened, but I had made the call that since we could only have one, it I decided it should be Joe. If Joe hadn't nailed Cheyenne that first time then shown the tape to Sierra, Sierra wouldn't have been part of the problem. Joe was the problem and I'm solving him.

"Sierra, go take a shower," I told her. "You will feel better. You don't have to see or hear from me ever again. If you want to find me, you can figure out a way." Sierra staggers her way to the bathroom. I can hear her sobbing, but I can't take the time to deal with that right now. I have everything packed up and we are both dressed. There is one last order of business. I go over to Joe.

"You can keep the hood and the ropes. Sierra will cut you down when she finishes her shower. If you had only given me what I asked for, none of this would have happened. Since you have chosen the difficult road instead, I have had to take various steps to deal with this situation in a manner that is unpleasant for you. Please believe me when I tell you this; leave Cheyenne alone. Never see her again. No matter what happens, do not see her or send anyone after her. If you do, I will hurt you. I don't want to do that, so don't force me. Thank you for your time, but Cheyenne and I have to go now. Good day."

I motioned to Cheyenne and we left. I even made sure to shut the door behind me. I would have hated to be rude. "What do we do now?" Cheyenne said breathlessly. I knew she couldn't believe everything that had happened to her in the past twenty four hours. "I think a shower is in order. You clean up and get a bite to eat. I have some work to do around the apartment before I get some sleep."

"What about us?" she asked. I laughed. I started putting things in the trunk of my car. I kept the toys, because they needed cleaning, and my computer, because it was the tool of the trade I needed right then. I knew that my job wasn't over, but I allowed a small indulgence. I wrapped my arm around Cheyenne's waist and let my hand slowly drift to that firm, perfect ass. She snuggled into me and I knew I was doing the right thing.

Cheyenne came out of the shower in a slinky, short, blue silk robe. "How come you didn't fuck either one of us?" she asked. "I could tell you wanted to."

"I would like to save your ass before I fuck it," he quipped back. "Besides, I had a good opportunity to figure out what you like and how much of it you like. If you are going to be my bitch, I'm going to enjoy you, and I'm going to enjoy you enjoying me. A woman screaming my name as she orgasms turns me on. I'm simple that way." She gave me a demur smile.

"Well, I want to pleasure you. If I have to orgasm and orgasm and orgasm to do it; well that is a price I am willing to pay." I felt myself stirring. By the way her eyes trailed along my body, she could tell it too. "Let me take care of that for you."

"You just want me to fuck you," I growled playfully. I really need to get some work done, but damn it, I'd been around this fucking hot body for most of a day and not gotten a release. She helped me turn my lap so that it was no longer under the table. She unzipped me, I raised my hips up, and she slipped my pants down. I kicked them free. She rubbed her hands over my boxers and I had a sharp intake of breath when she touched it. She pulled my penis out and it was already a full nine inches with a purple head.  "You are nothing like Nicholas," she told me as she kissed me upon my slit. She licked it and my whole dick throbbed in her hand. "Someone's happy to see me," she giggled.

"Personally, I would go for ecstatic, but if happy works for you ... ah ..." she started taking me into her mouth. She raised her body up so that her head and chest were hovering over my lap. Then she slid on down, her cunt lips forming a vacuum seal. Holy crap, this girl knew what she was doing. She'd got half of it in, which was more than almost every other girl had ever done, and she was still going down. When her lips touched my pubes I nearly lost it.

Then as her head was bobbing up and down, her hands started massaging my ball sack. Her manicured, polished fingernails were pinching my scrotum around my balls. Her pace quickened and I felt my resolve strengthening. I was going to make this last. She came up and sucked on my head, licking around the rim. Her tongue trailed down my shaft until she took one, then another, and then both of my balls into her mouth. I felt like going upstairs and kicking Nicholas' teeth in for letting someone like this get raped.

I took Cheyenne by her shoulders and pulled her up. She looked uncertain until my hands pushed the robe off her shoulders and travelled down her arms. At her hips, I maneuvered her onto me, putting my dick right beneath her opening. She tried to lower herself down, but I stop her. Instead I rubbed my head against her cunt lips and clit. She bit her lip and gasps. I kept this up for a minute. Her juices started running down my shaft from her arousal.

"Please," she begged. "I can't take it." I relaxed my grip on her hips, surrendering control to her. Cheyenne captured me with her lips and slowly, carefully lowers herself onto me. She gives little huffing noises that I have come to equate to her nearing orgasm and she didn't even have all of me in her yet. I decide to cheat. As she successfully wedged seven of my inches in, she hesitated long enough to allow her vaginal muscles to accommodate me. I took that moment to push up with my arms, driving my hips into her, and pumping my last two inches into her cervix. She looked down on me, eyes wide with shock and then she started rocking in orgasm. I kept slamming into her. Her hands started running through my hair, drawing me close. I trapped a nipple in my mouth and began sucking and chewing on it. She came again.  This time I let her calm down. Cheyenne settle down on me, but I kept my body still. She buried her head into my shoulder, panting heavily. "Oh," she panted, "that was fantastic." "Love, I still haven't come yet," I informed her. "Oh," she repeated. Several seconds later, she added, "I can take care of that for you." She tried to rise up, but I stopped her. "I like you right where you are. You feel good."

"I like where I am too," Cheyenne murmured playfully. She also wiggled her hips back and forth. She made little hiccupping noises as her clit rubbed against me. I was not going to get any work done like this.

"Stand up, Witch," I playfully commanded. "Turn around and lean over the table." She moved to obey. Once I'd arranged her the way I like, she looked over her shoulder to me. "Are you going to fuck my ass?" "Do you want me to?" I responded. She looked intently into my eyes. She took in the size of my member and tried to imagine what it will feel like pushing inside of her. She nodded. "Yes."

I pushed gently on her shoulders until she is fully bent over the table. Her arms were crossed under her, grasping her breasts. I could see that she was starting to play with herself, teasing and pulling on her nipples in the small space her arms provided. I lined up my cock against her asshole. Cheyenne tensed up like a spirited racehorse.

"Relax," I tried to soothe her. I pressed and pressed until I could feel her resistance willfully lessen. I was inside her, taking it slow and easy, small pushes broken up by the time given her to relax and take in my thickness. I could sense her closeness. When I was all the way in, I waited for a few moments before setting in with powerful, violent thrusts. That sent her over the edge. I rode out the sensation and keep pounding. I feel myself getting close as well.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she kept repeating as one orgasm rolled into another. That was too much for me. I began shooting rope after rope of sperm into her. My heat caused her back to arch and her hips to buck against me, pushing me into her bowels that much farther. Cheyenne collapsed on the table and I collapsed on top of her. We were both panting.

"Damn it," she muttered. I wondered what's wrong. "I just got out of the shower," she giggled. "Now I need another one."

"This time I will join you," I laugh. This was working out great. All I had to do is survive the next twenty four hours. I liked it when people acted smart, but I planned on them being stupid. Right then, though, I was going to screw my new girlfriend in the shower.



Cheyenne's Revenge Ch. 03



Chapter Three (Settling Accounts)

I had told her to be careful and to expect him sometime in the afternoon. Joe wasn't stupid so much as he didn't understand the situation. He had been in control and now he wasn't. In too many cases when a person felt their control slipping away, they lashed out in an effort to redeem their position. Unfortunately, Joe had few options. He didn't know who I was, or what I did and he didn't have easy access to that information. Rationally, he should have stepped back and figured out what he was up against. He wasn't thinking rationally. That is why I planted those files on her computer and told Sierra that he'd done it. That is why I had Sierra fuck him up the ass.

"He's here," Cheyenne said fearfully. I heard the phone change hands.

"I'm going to fuck your girlfriend and I'm then I'm going to fuck you," he snarled. "Hurry down before I fill all three holes." He hung up before I could say anything, not that I had any intention of doing so. He wanted to rant. I let him. He imagined that he expected me to come running down all crazy like. He would have done that, so why wouldn't I? Mainly because I didn't plan on getting my ass kicked. I made my way to a different spot.

The phone rang several times before she answered. She was panting heavily.

"Put him on," I said calmly before she could rasp out an answer. She made rhythmic grunts. I imagined he had her bent over the desk and was taking her from behind. The panting receded and he came on the line.

"Listen up asshole," he began.

"You have a nice car," I sighed. "The longer you make me wait, the higher that repair bill is going to be. I thought I would let you know."

"I am going to enjoy kicking your ass," he snarled.

"Whoops, there goes a tire," I lied. I had no intention of doing his car any harm. Wrecking someone's car at the end of business would likely draw unwelcome attention. I wanted to end this quickly and quietly.

"You're dead," he snapped.

"Put her on. Your heated windshield is going to cost you a week's pay if you don't." I heard a slap and Cheyenne cry out. She began softly sobbing. I heard some rustling.

"Y-yes," she whimpered. "Go home," I said lovingly. "I'll be there directly. Two pieces of business left to handle."

"No," she cried softly," he's not alone."

"I know. Four guys. I'm ready for them. Now go home and get yourself clean and comfortable. Have a little faith that you deserve better than to be handed around like a slab of meat. Bye now." I had a little planning to do. I figured out how many ways they could come at me. I chose my spot and waited. Like clockwork they poured out of the building. I matched each one to the very sketchy descriptions Cheyenne had provided. Their advantage was in numbers. Mine was in profession and initiative, which I didn't intend to lose.

I wasn't at the car, so Joe yelled at them to go looking for me. I counted to fifteen and began making my move. They had scattered around the parking area to find me, negating their only advantage. I moved quickly and deliberately at the closest man. I wasn't running so he didn't know what to make of me, since he didn't know my face and didn't want to run around punching random strangers.

"Joe, is this the ..." he called out. I walked up, pulled my stun gun out of my pocket and rammed it into his chest. The volts coursed through his systems and he danced and twitched. Man One was down. I moved past him toward Joe. He had a buddy backing him up.

"Son of a bitch," he thundered running right at me. I figured I had twenty seconds before the two farthest men could arrive. Joe swung high. I blocked and drove my fist into his gut. The stun gun acted like a sap, giving the hit greater impact. Joe buckled. I stepped up and drove me knee into his nose, breaking it and splashing blood everywhere. I pushed Joe to the side. As he fell, I stepped down hard on the side of his knee, snapping it, and causing Joe to scream out in agony. That would require months and months of rehabilitation if he planned to walk without a limp. Buddy Two, the back-up, lost his grip on reality. He saw all the blood, heard the screams, and forgot where he was. Two body blows and an uppercut and I sent him crashing into Joe's car. Joe would have to pay for buffing that dent out.

I rounded on the last two buddies. One was pissed; the other looked like he was about to lose his lunch. Buddy Three was my first concern, so I came at him. I did a quick deviation to stun Buddy One again. I didn't want him getting up. That got Three even angrier. Sometimes I wonder what people think when they are charging into a fight. He was using his anger and his height, but he solely miscalculated the distance. He hauled back to clock me, but I was inside his reach, ramming my stun gun into his neck before he could react. That is why they tell boxers to keep their guard up, so this won't happen to you. Three went down like a puppet with his strings cut.

Buddy Four had his sense about him, but he was terrified. He saw me coming and he turned to run. I couldn't have that. I flew at him, driving us both into another car. He kept scrambling, but I drove a knee into his gut and dropped a hammer blow to the base of his skull. That was all it took for Buddy Four. I reached down and took his wallet. I walked over to Three. He was the guy with the massive dick. I stomped on his crotch three times hard, then hauled off and soccer-kicked my steel-toed boot into his nuts. He wouldn't be fucking for some time and I heartily believed he would never father children. I then took his wallet from his crying form.

I got to Buddy One and he looked up at me.

"Are you going to cause me trouble?" I inquired sedately. His eyes grew wide and he shook his head. "Good, now I'm going to take your wallet so that I can keep your license and proof of employment so that you will never mess with Cheyenne ever again. I would appreciate it if you never mentioned her, or what happened two nights ago to anyone ever again. Can you do that for me?" He nodded vigorously. "Now please tell that to your other friends. I will take care of Joe. Lay here for two minutes then you can take care of your buddies. Thank you." The guy stared at me like he was crazy. As I walked away, he put his head back on the asphalt and moaned.

I walked past Joe, took the wallet from number Two and sat back down to sort through their wallets. I found my information and piled the wallets up on the hood of Joe's car. Now I went to Joe. I pulled him up, his face contorted with pain. He cried out and looked at me without comprehension.

"Joe, I'm taking you home. Lean on me and we can make it there quickly. Do something stupid and I will drop you wherever we are. Can I take you home now?" He didn't seem to understand my words, so I started him moving without his permission. His good leg scrambled to keep up.

"You cost me my job, asshole," he managed to grind out through the tears.

"I don't blackmail people, Joe. Would you have preferred I make a case for you raping Cheyenne? She was coerced into going to your place."

"Bitch loved it."

"I know. She's a bitch. You fucked her. Your problem was you couldn't keep it at that. You had to make a point and then it became my problem. As you may have guessed by now, I do this for a living."

"Fuck you," he muttered.

"Okay. I understand your anger. It is a hazard of the job."

"You tricked them into thinking I was a sexual deviant," he said through ground teeth. "You ruined my career."

"Joe, I don't blackmail people. I told you what I wanted. All I wanted was the tape, video recording, and her clothes. As I recall, you laughed at me. I then took steps to see to it that you could never hurt Cheyenne ever again. I suggest you get out of this complex as soon as possible, and find a way to make a new life. You're young."

"Fuck you," he seethed.

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"I think our conversation is going nowhere. Anyway, we are at your home." I knocked on the door. Before I could knock again, Sierra opened it up. She gasped and took a half step back. Joe's face was a mess and his clothes were torn up.

"Help me get him in," I asked her. Sierra nodded and took Joe by his other arm. We dragged him to the closer sofa. I saw they had arranged the room back to the way it was when I first saw it. I couldn't blame them. It had to have bad memories for Joe. We sat him down and he cried out. He grabbed his knee and kept moaning. I took a few steps back while Sierra tried to comfort him. He shoved her away, cursing and in pain. I hid my smile behind a passive mask. 

Sierra moved away from him and over to me. I led her back toward the door.

"What happened?" she whispered.

"This morning, his entire department got an edited version of our sexual adventures." Sierra blushed all the way down to her wonderful breasts. She also twitched her legs slightly indicating excitement between those succulent thighs. "From what I gather, he had a short discussion and had his employment terminated. After that, he spent the rest of his day convincing his friends that something had to be done. He came home, went up to the office and raped Cheyenne. He talked to me on the phone while he bent her over the desk and sodomized her. I lured him out to the parking lot, beat up to varying degrees his friends, and beat up Joe in the manner you've just seen."

"What are you going to do now?" she whispered. I stepped in her and kissed her deeply. With one hand I squeezed her breast while the other one pulled her up by her ample ass, into my steely erection. I got the moan I was looking for. I let our tongues wrestle for over a minute. Her hands were beginning to pull my shirt out and undue my belt.

"No," I told her, breaking our lip lock. "I can't do this with you. I want you, but you are with Joe, and that's too much baggage for Cheyenne and I to deal with. She misses you, but understands you've made your choice to be with him." I kiss her again. "I miss you too." She strokes my cock inside my jeans. "You can tell I do." I stepped back, putting distance between us.

"Goodbye," I whisper to you. "By the way, I'm Taylor Eden, and it has been my exquisite pleasure to have spent any time with you." I turn, open the door and walk away. I have done as much as I can. The rest lies in the hands of Joe and Sierra and what kind of people they are.

It is the following night, and I get home around eight. I'm careful, if somewhat anxious to spend some time with, and in, Cheyenne. The conversation stops when I come into the room. I spot Cheyenne and Sierra sitting on the sofa, talking to one another. I quickly scan the room for any signs of others. Nothing. Now I look over the two women. Cheyenne is still dressed from work, as, I imagine, is Sierra. There are also two pieces of luggage and I don't mean overnight bags either. Cheyenne stands up and gives me a 'wants something' smile. I'm not totally ruled by my dick. Sierra looks like she's had a good cry and is worried about something.

"Hey, Lover, how was work today?"

"Not much I can talk about," I respond cautiously, "but a contract was fulfilled. I guess that means we can put a king-sized bed in your room too."

"You two don't sleep in the same room," Sierra gawked.

"We do," Cheyenne laughs, "but he insists that I have a room to myself if I ever feel like it. He's nuts that way." Sierra regards me again with new speculations. "Be careful about him. He likes to wake me up in the morning with something special that feels oh so good." Cheyenne licks her lips at me.

"Okay, I was being buttered up. "What's the deal?"

"Taylor," Cheyenne looked at me coyly, "Sierra needs a place to stay for the night. Can she stay with us?" I looked the two women over. Things were close to where I want them.

"Sierra, you can stay as long as you like, as long as Cheyenne doesn't mind."

"I don't mind," Cheyenne hurried to say. She glanced to Sierra. The two shared a look.

"She can sleep with me," I smiled smugly. Cheyenne squawked, but her smile remained. She has quickly learned my sense of humor.

"I'm not giving up my space in the bed," she teased.

"Well, I'm not going to make Sierra sleep alone in the guest room."

"You could sleep there," Cheyenne playfully suggested. I looked hurt. Sierra looked back and forth between me and Cheyenne.

"How about you stay with us?" Sierra offered cautiously.

"I can live with that," nodded Cheyenne. I sighed heartily.

"If I must," I groaned. Cheyenne purred seductively.

"I'll make it up to you."

"So will I," added Sierra standing up. I let my eyes grow a whole size wider.

"Let's all remember we have to get up and go to work in the morning," I tease them.

"You think you can last that long?" Cheyenne eyed me with smoldering desire. I had begun to think that woman wanted sex every day, twice a day, plus the occasional office quickie on the side. Now I had Sierra too and the total of my interest was in the removal of her from Joe's life, to finish crushing him and to insure he would leave the area. She seemed to make Cheyenne happy, and I said I would take care of that happiness. I was the third wheel and they did not know it yet, or maybe they did and simply did not think I'd accept that. I'm a simple guy. They will learn. It they are unhappy, that is a problem. I make problems go away. 



Cheyenne's Revenge Ch. 04



Sierra was on the ground on all fours, elbows on the ground and legs bent at the hip slightly with her thighs widely spread. Cheyenne had snuggled in between those legs and rested her body on top of Sierra's. Cheyenne was kissing Sierra on her shoulder blades. One hand slid smoothly down Sierra's side, brushing against her tip, teasing the areola, but leaving the nipple untouched. Cheyenne's other hand coaxed the skin along the leg from the knee up to the thigh, inside and out. She brushed Sierra's thin pubic strip all the way down to the very tip of her labia, but staid one breath away from her clit. Sierra was covered in goose bump, he teeth clenched and her breath had become ragged and labored. 

Sierra's blindfold kept her from sensing any of the things Cheyenne was doing to her until fingers and lips touched flesh. Sierra's fingers pulled and kneaded the two pillows stacked in front of her. She could lower her head on them if she had desired, but she found that encouraged Cheyenne to take little pinches from her breasts and inner thighs, to which she alternated attention. Anytime she wanted it to stop, all Sierra had to do was say the word. Cheyenne held her on the edge of orgasm, but refused to send her over the edge, without ever penetrating her with finger, tongue, or tool. For Sierra it was maddening ecstasy. 

The rules of this little game were simple. The Camille (in this case Cheyenne) chose a place in the house and could setup pillows and cushions for the blindfolded Ingénue (played by Sierra) to move around and take comfort on. She could not inhibit the movements of the Camille. She could not take off their blindfold unless she wanted to end the game. She could not articulate words. She could not touch herself or the Camille. The Camille was limited only in that she could use no tools and could not make penetrations. Any other kind of stimulations was allowed. Victory went to the Camille who kept their Ingénue from orgasm longest. 

I remained at a safe distance because my presence was barely tolerated. Watching was pleasant and informative. These were techniques anyone who could be patient with the female form could master. You only needed a woman to teach you and I swear it's worth it. I could tell that Cheyenne was winning.

Sierra's stomach kept pulsing as she gulped in air. I could spot shivers of fatigue on her healthy thighs. Cheyenne licked up the sweat gathering along her back, causing Sierra to rise up and push her back against her tormentor. Cheyenne rocked back with her, nuzzling into the cusp between her ear and throat giving gentle, wet kisses. Cheyenne's hands moved up and cupped Sierra's larger breasts. She avoided the nipple which brought a whimper from Sierra. She kneaded and massaged the succulent orbs, squeezing them together so that their nipples barely touched. Sierra gave out a petulant moan.

Now Cheyenne leant forward, pushing her crotch into Sierra's ass in a gentle fucking motion. There was nothing going on, but the memory sense of being sexed from behind had the effect of giving Sierra a tighter moan that was repeated every time Cheyenne pushed forward. Cheyenne would rock forward just enough to leave Sierra with the sensation she was about to fall forward, then Cheyenne would pull against Sierra's breast to bring her back down into Cheyenne's lap. Now Cheyenne began working her sweaty hips and stomach into the mix, she would grind against Sierra whenever she was down in her lap. We finally heard a piteous whimper.

"Please. Please Cheyenne, let me cum. I can't take it anymore."

"Very well," Cheyenne purred. "I am so hot for you right now, I nearly lost it myself.

Cheyenne changed her tempo, now one hand began to knead her breast and pull and pinch the nipple, the other hand went down to Sierra's pussy and with one finger began gently brushing her clit. The kicker was Cheyenne kissing along Sierra's shoulder until she could take a bite of her neck. 

"AAaahhhhhhhh!!!" Sierra screamed as she flooded both herself and Cheyenne with her love juice. That warm rush was the final straw for Cheyenne, who tripped into her own orgasm. Sierra lurched forward and crashed into the two pillows strategically placed there earlier. She hugged them tightly as her body was racked with aftershocks. Cheyenne fell on top of her, fighting for breath and shaking violently.

I gave them time to huddle together in the afterglow. To me, that is my favorite part of sex -- the vulnerability that comes right as you come down; knowing that you've done it right and that your partner is feeling the same way. I waited for Cheyenne to prop herself up and look for me. I'm a stealthy bastard, so I'm usually not in the first place you look. I nodded. I got some cold juice drink in tall glasses, one for each of us. Cheyenne accepted one gratefully, but Sierra gave me that confused look.

"Are you gay, or do you only like to watch?"

"You are hot. I seriously want to have sex with you, but right now you are into Cheyenne. This makes Cheyenne happy, so I don't mind. I keep telling you both; I'm a simple guy with straightforward needs."

"Do you want to fuck me right now?" Sierra challenges. I respond by taking off my clothes. "What if I don't want to have sex with you?"

"We are going to have a fight," I promise. She is getting to know me. She's not afraid. I've never raped a woman in my life. She is grinning at me savagely.

"What do I get if I win?" she purrs.

"You and Cheyenne get the big bed for two days and nights. If I win, I get you handcuffed to the bed for three hours." Sierra seems to weigh the offers.

"Deal," she says as she extends her hand. I shake it warily because she's not above tickling to get her way.

"What are you going to do to her when she's handcuffed to the bed?" Cheyenne asked seductively.

"Oh," I responded matter of factly, "I thought we could step out for some ice cream." Cheyenne laughed. Sierra howled, grinned wickedly and hurled herself at me. I was really getting the impression she wasn't trying to win. Likewise, I didn't tell her I had all the ice cream I was going to need here in the freezer. Sometimes I can be a total bastard, but I think Cheyenne would like licking mint chocolate chip off Sierra's stomach. Afterwards, cleaning Sierra off in the shower would be its own reward. 

Sierra gasped and shivered.

"Cheyenne, if you lick that scoop any further down I'll make you" (gasp) "pay."

"Shut your sweet mouth," I murmured. "I want to lick some off of your lips." Sierra glared up at me with mock-outrage. I put a small finger scoop on her pursed lips then slowly began licking it off. I pushed my lips down, forcing the ice cream into her mouth. Her tongue met mine, and the ice cream in a rush of icy cold and burning passion. 

"That rocked," she panted with minty breath as I broke the kiss. "Where do you come up with this stuff? Tell me later, I want to do that again." I obliged her readily, but in the middle of this round, we both discovered that Cheyenne hadn't gotten every bit of the cold treat before it reached something highly sensitive.

"Yewoh!" Sierra exclaimed. "That's COLD!" Cheyenne giggled. "Bitch," squawked Sierra, "you did that on purpose!" That got another giggle.

"Here," Cheyenne whispered apologetically, blowing cold breath onto Sierra's exposed womanhood, "let me get that for you." Cheyenne moved Sierra's legs open and moved her mouth between them. Cheyenne dove in.

"Cold tongue!" Sierra yelped. I knelt down over Sierra's breast.

"Don't be such a baby," I teased. I rolled my cold tongue over her nipple which really got her squirming.

"You two are going to pay," Sierra promised, but her moans were increasing. Cheyenne was getting into it.

"What do you want?" I grinned up from her taunt nipple.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she snarled sexually.

"Yes, but that doesn't matter. I'm asking you what you want," I said I took in her nipple and teased it with teeth. A spasm hit Sierra. I moved up to Sierra's ear, took a quick look to check if Cheyenne was busy, and whispered to Sierra.

"I know you are here for her. I'm good with that."

"Does ... does she know?" she whispered back to me. I shook my head. Sierra stared at me as if I'd turned purple and sprouted a unicorn horn. "I ... I ... don't get ...you," she panted.

"I deal with evil fucks and real idiots every day; real scum of the earth," I confided. "When I make Cheyenne happy, it makes it not so bad."

"Wha ... what about ... me?"

"Okay, I admit it gets me hard just thinking about you have an orgasm under my touch. You are so fucking hot. But, like you, I'm here for her," I confided. Sierra gave a guttural groan.

"Mmmm ... what are you two talking about?" mumbled Cheyenne. She looked so fuckable, her lips covered in Sierra's juices.

"Who gets the handcuffs next?" I lied playfully. Cheyenne volunteered herself with a raised hand.

"Damn it!" shouted Sierra. She looked into my eyes. "Would you fuck me already? I need a dick in me -- NOW!" Cheyenne came up again, grinning wickedly. She panther-crawled up to Sierra and gave her a deep kiss. "I love the taste of me on you," Sierra panted between kisses. I moved down and settled in between Sierra's well-muscled thighs. They felt great against my hips. Balancing my weight on my arms, I eased myself into Sierra's very wet snatch. Sierra's groan came from deep within.

"Give it to her," taunted Cheyenne. "I'll keep her tongue busy." With that, Cheyenne straddled Sierra's face, looking into my eyes. As she settled into Sierra's face, I saw Sierra reach up with her tongue, lapping up Cheyenne's love slit. Cheyenne began working her hips, and I worked my rhythm to match her moves. Sierra brought her thighs up and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in with greater urgency. The three of us began racing toward climax.

Cheyenne came first. I marveled how quickly and often Cheyenne could cum. I was afraid that her thighs clamping together would suffocate Sierra. Sierra's hands were handcuffed to the bed so she couldn't have pushed Cheyenne off even if she'd wanted to. Whether it was my grinding my pelvis against her clit, or the fact that she was running out of air, Sierra lost it. Her juices flooded over me. That was my cue. I shot off so hard it hurt. Sierra's inner walls were milking me like a wet, velvety glove.

I felt Sierra's legs releasing me and I rolled off to the side. I helped Cheyenne off to the to the side as well. We all lay there panting. I knew I was grinning like a madman.

"Would you please release me now?" groaned Sierra. I looked over at the bedside clock.

"Nope," I smiled. "You still have an hour and a half. Cheyenne get your strap-on. We are going to DP her." Sierra's eyes went wide and I could see the lust in them.

"You are trying to kill me," she gasped. Cheyenne turned and kissed Sierra once more, now both their juices mixing on their lips.

"I think the term is 'loving you to death'," Cheyenne panted sexily. Sierra had no good reply. While Cheyenne was getting her trick from the box under the bed, I asked Sierra,

"Who do you want in front?"

"Well, I feel like drawing some blood, so come and take me, Mr. Eden, if you can. I promise to rake you with my teeth and lick up your blood," she replied with flashing eyes and devilish grin.

"Got it," Cheyenne declared. She was still stumbling with the lashings, but was making progress. Sierra quietly observed the large artificial cock.

"I keep forgetting how big that thing is," She moaned. Cheyenne began to move forward on her knees.

"Lube, Luv. You'll tear her up if you don't," I cautioned.

"Well, he doesn't have to lube and he's bigger," Cheyenne playfully pouted.

"I'm going in the front and I know she's ready for me."

"How about we un-cuff her from the bed, you get on bottom, and I'll be on top?" Cheyenne suggested. I nodded my agreement, got the keys and unlocked one of the bracelets.

"Lock my arms behind me and I'll bikini wax you in your sleep," Sierra threatened. I looked duly chastised and brought her hands around front and snapped the bracelet on again. I took Sierra's place, gently lifting her to be on top of me. She straddled my hips and my cock immediately felt her damp entrance. The heat coming through the opening was enticing.

Cheyenne began pour some lube onto the crack of Sierra's ass. With two fingers, she traced the line of oil down and ran circles around her sphincter. When Cheyenne stuck the first finger in, Sierra reached down with her pinned wrists and grabbed my member. She rose up and aimed my head at her vagina. Slowly, teasing me because she could see I wanted her so bad, she took inch after inch in. I was stretching her out so that my shaft rubbed against her clit, which made her more cautious. Sierra wanted this to last.

Cheyenne had to finger in and out and decided she was ready. With Sierra's help, we pushed the middle partner high enough so that Cheyenne could slip the tip of the vibrating dildo into Sierra's anal opening.

"Damn!" Sierra growled. "I keep forgetting how hard and thick that thing is."

"Do you want me to stop?" Cheyenne asked with concern.

"Girl, don't make me come back there and slap you. I don't care how much I cry, you both keep going in."

I steadied Sierra the best way I could. I placed each hand under one elbow, so that as she spread her arms, I could let her slide down, and if she brought them together she could rise up. It took a minute for Cheyenne to find a comfortable place.

"You are awful hard," Sierra noted seriously.

"You come home to find two gorgeous women playing Camille on your white fur rug and see how horny you get. I was minutes away from going to the frig and pouring all the ice I could get down my pants.

"It is your own damn fault. You taught the game to Cheyenne," Sierra noted.

"It is meant to be played by two women. Men get caught up in the whole 'cannot penetrate' thing," I admitted. Sierra's hands were coming down as she was able to take more of the pressure from the two cocks onto her hips. Her bound hands came to the top of my chest. My hands travelled down to her buttocks and pulled her body forward. Cheyenne followed with the expedient of pushing the last two inches in.

"You Bastards!" Sierra cried. She now had to cocks fully inside her. I could move mine and feel the pressure on Cheyenne's on the other side. Sierra wasted no time in twisting and pinching one of my nipples. It really hurt and I gasped in pain, which only seemed to excite her more. I moved my hands from around Sierra's ass and brought them up to grab both of her breasts. I didn't hurt them. I wanted to play with them and struggle to get them to my mouth to tease and tempt. Sierra kept pushing me down and racking her fingernails across my chest. I didn't knock her away. I didn't defend myself either; I went for her nipples and fought back by increasing her pleasure.

Cheyenne was doing even better than I on that front. She had a good pace set up; short-short- big push then withdraw to start again. She also was pressing down on Sierra with her body. With one hand she spanked Sierra's bottom and the other grabbed a fistful of hair and was using it like a bridle to control Sierra. She'd yank on the bridle with each big push. Sierra would scream as her head was forced up and the large dildo was driven entirely into her ass.

I saw tears of ecstasy drew lines down her cheeks and began to fall into my face. I pulled myself up and kissed her lips, cheeks and lips once more. My hands were free to play with nipples, but I had a plan. I rubbed one finger down to Cheyenne's device. I slipped a finger inside and soaked it in Cheyenne's juices. I brought that finger back up and put it on her tongue. Sierra smiled at me and began sucking and liking my finger. Right then I heard the vibrator come on. Sierra crashed forward into me and I was afraid her legs would give out. As it was, I got a deluge of Sierra's fluids all over my lap. She thrashed and shook, but Cheyenne kept pounding. I reached down with both hands this time. I brought back juices for Sierra's lips. The other stayed. When Sierra began sucking in, I grabbed her clit between my thumb and finger and squeezed really hard, painfully hard. 

Sierra lost it again. This time she was all over the place. I swear her eyes rolled back in her head, her breathing stopped, and she lost all motor controls. Vibrating dick still in her ass, Cheyenne asked,

"Did we break her?" I felt for a pulse, which was very strong. Sierra mumbled something. I brushed the hair away from her face. She murmured something that only I caught. I laughed.

"What did she say?" Cheyenne ask worried.

"She says she wants to do that again," I laughed. Cheyenne reached out and spanked Sierra's ass. Sierra made it wiggle even more

Cheyenne stood up on her knees and, waving the false penis around, declared that Sierra would get no mechanical sex from her for the rest of the month. Sierra raised a wobbly head.

"I should be able to walk again by then," she joked. I scooted the edge of the bed.

"How about we go out to eat?" I crawled back to Sierra and undid both bracelets. Sierra gave me an odd look.

"I still have time left," she pouted.

"I think you have been in charge long enough and I'm starving. Let's go out to eat."

"I'm all for food," Cheyenne joined in.

"We should shower first then get food," Sierra said. I nodded. And we all made for the shower. Two was nice; three was crowded, but fun if you liked one another. I was getting the impression that Sierra was finally warming up to me. I had no problem being the third wheel in the Sierra-Cheyenne relationship and Sierra decided that she still liked dick, which I was a happy to help out with. I'm never been one who associates sticking your dick in a hole making you owner of the hole, or the person attached to it. A lot of men waste their whole lives being miserable because they can't handle that simple truth.

On the downside, I think they are going to buy me a whole new set of living and dining room furniture -- for when we have parties. See, I know how this works. I make the most money. I own the place. I'm the toughest son of a bitch in the room. So when two little girls come up and tell me, a very private man, that I'm going to have strangers crawling around my place.. What do I decide to do? I have all the cards.

I give in. I want to keep my women happy. I will be at the party and I will look nice and be polite and not break anybody. And strangers will fuck in my bedroom and through up in my toilet. This only makes sense to me when I'm in bed, back to the headboard, with them cuddled up next to me, hair billowing out like silk spider webs of auburn and brown. One or the other, sometimes both, will have a hand on my chest while they sleep. I can smell their sexiness and their freshness. I can smell our passion still in the air. Their body heat radiates into me. If I stir, I might wake them, so I stay where I am.

They've learned. If you ask me to make a decision concerning them, or this place in the daytime, I will normally say no. If they let me sleep on the matter, I will say yes. Why? Because I love them. I hate the word, but I'm enough of a realist to know what's going on.

The Kicker of this story? Nicholas is showing up with his new girlfriend. I'm not worried about me. I'm worried about Sierra, and Cheyenne's reaction to whatever Sierra does. Me, I'm Mr. Calm, Cool, and Collected. I also have a drop cloth and four syringes if necessary. 



Cheyenne's Revenge Ch. 05



Chapter 5 (Nicholas and Stacy)



It had been over a month since I'd first found Cheyenne in that hallway. You might say that things had progressed. They had definitely changed. For instance; I hate social functions. The girls loved them. What did that mean? Well ...

The party was going great. I didn't know anybody, but then, I work with a grand total of one other person, and he doesn't show up to parties held in apartments that cost less than one million dollars. I was nice enough to invite him and he was nice enough to have had previous engagement. That being said, I was doing okay. I wasn't drunk, I wasn't freaking out when people spilled drinks, or dropped and stomped food into the carpeting, and I was trying to be nice to people who were college educated, hot, and up-and-comers. I was the oldest guy in the room by a good five years.

Two women, Sierra's friends/co-workers, came up to me and asked me what I did. They had heard I was in security.

"Is that like being a security guard," giggled one. In her heels, she was taller than me, which made staring at her firm B-cup breasts difficult, considering the plunging neckline and spaghetti mesh top.

"No. I help people define their security concerns and provide and implement solutions," I smiled. Technically, that wasn't a lie. It sounded a lot better than leg-breaker.

"Does it pay well?" her companion asked. She was the soberer one of the two, with raven-dark hair, thick and wavy, with an exceptional halter top and no bra. With the way her nipples were poking out at the world, I couldn't help but wonder what they felt like on the tongue.

"How much do you make?" I countered.

"$88 K a year, plus perks," she smiled smugly.

"I pulled down $270K last year," I replied dryly. The girls jaw dropped, "plus all my health and dental is free of charge. I don't have a nifty company car though."

"But ... but you live here?" she wondered. I chuckled.

"Lady, ten more years of this and I'm retiring to an undisclosed foreign country where I'm going to own a nice spread and have some locals do all the work for me," I confided.

"What about you and Sierra?" the first one asked.

"Do you think she can telecommute? If she can, she can come along. If not, I'll send the plane to pick her up on major holidays. I'm all for women in the workplace."

"Wait," the second one questioned, "which one are you with?"

I didn't answer right away. I'm not sure how much I should be telling these women about our bedroom antics. She has to be back at work with these two Monday morning.

"He's with both of us," Sierra purred, coming up and putting an arm around each woman. "He may not look like much, but he's Hell in the bedroom." I tried not to blush. I found it somewhat pathetic that I've gone from total loser in these women's eyes to jealous catch all because I've got a bank account, a dick, and the skill to use it.

"What's it like?" whispered the first one to me as Sierra went off to mingle elsewhere, "What is it like with the three of you?"

"Usually it is the two of them, but they allow me front row seats and popcorn," I quipped. The first one was uncertain, but the second got the reference and snickered.

"I never knew she was that way," the second commented which I could tell she found both insightful and exciting.

"Sierra likes choices," I responded. "She's very demanding, but she's worth every minute."

"Is she bossy in bed too," giggled the first one again. I made a note to make sure this one didn't leave here with car keys.

"I'll leave the blow by blow to her, but I think it is safe to say she's intelligent and creative." I looked into the second one's eyes. I made another note – this one for Sierra. This one was going to make a pass at her at work. "What's your name?" I asked the person of interest.

"Gail Roasch," she smiled. She brushes a non-existent crumb off my chest. If I was a woman, I could slap her face for feeling me up. "Do you work out much?"

"Daily; unless work intervenes. In my line of work, it pays to be in shape," I told her. 

"Have you ever had to shoot someone?" slurs the first girl. Check my earlier statement.

"Hey ..."

"Lindsay," the second one provides.

"Lindsay, I'm taking your purse now," which I do, "and I am taking your car keys because you are too drunk to drive." I put down my drink, and work her car key off her chain while Lindsay give me this childish pout, that probably was more suitable for wrapping guys around her finger in college. I pocket the key. 

"That's not nice," Lindsay says.

"Hate me and stay alive," I reply. I move to leave when Gail grabs me by my arm. I stop and she runs her hand over me. She tests my bicep and works her way to my nipple. In the workplace, this would be a guaranteed sexual harassment suit. 

"Who are you to Sierra?" I inquire.

"I'm her manager," she grins. Sierra has busted her ass to be supervisor for her department and this bitch is standing over her. Sometimes I think all life's problems should be solved with hand grenades. I step in and move my body so that we are suddenly very close and shielded. I slip a hand up and firmly grab one of her breasts, catching that succulent nipple between the second digits of two fingers. I have very strong hands. I squeeze them together painfully. She bites her lower lip.

"My pleasure to meet you," I say evenly then I let go and break our near embrace. I don't think anyone caught that, but Gail is flushed.

"Do you like Sierra?" she smiles wickedly.

"Yes, I value her friendship very much," I responded.

"I will keep that in mind," she grins. 'Oh fuck,' I think.

I moved over to where Cheyenne is talking to one of her corporate cronies. He wanted to get into her pants and she was teasing him. She can still be a bitch. I'm not being egotistical concerning our relationship. Cheyenne has something that other people want, and she flaunts it. She can't help herself. In a way, it was his own damn fault because if you know a woman is seeing both man and a woman at the same time, what the hell can he be thinking? They will let you join in? Maybe in a porno, but from what Cheyenne told me he's got a small dick, is shorter and uglier than me, and has a habit of drooling while ogling her rack – not orgy material.

"Hey Babe," I said as I came up. He looks at me. He puts a hand on the small of her back possessively. It isn't like I met him at the door when he rang the bell and welcomed him into my place. Wait, I did.

"How are things going?" she beams at me. Yes, she's being a bitch. She even moves slightly so that his hand drops a tad lower.

"I think I found the party lesbian," I comment dryly, "and I took Lindsay's car keys away from her. She was giggling too much when no one was saying anything funny." Cheyenne looks down at my hand with the key I'm handing her in it.

"Taylor," Cheyenne sounds worried, "did you hurt your hand." I would know it if I had hurt my hand, so I was curious as to where this was going.

"It is not much," I lied. Cheyenne picked up my hand and kissed my central knuckle.

"Oh baby," she crooned, "does it hurt?"

"You should see the other guy," I replied. It is an old line, but I like it. Cheyenne turned to her co-worker.

"Taylor beats people up for a living," she grins. I shrug. He takes his arm away from Cheyenne's waist. "Only bad people, though; people that hurt other people." She gives me a winning smile. I lean in and kiss her on the ear opposite Mr. Arm (I think his real name is Gorman).

"Bitch," I whisper playfully. She responds by rubbing her hand up and down my crotch, something that Mr. Arm can't miss. "Bitch," I repeat before pulling away. 

"Your bitch," she whispers back. She turns and picks up the conversation with Mr. Arm as if I had never interrupted.

I was looking around for Sierra when someone comes in on my side. I pivoted to face an auburn haired woman, around five foot four and a hundred and twenty pounds. She has a really nice face, somewhat childlike, but attractive. She's a B going to a C, if that matters, but I doubt it does for me. It's Nicholas' new girlfriend, the one he brought to parade before Cheyenne. Cheyenne, being a bitch, hadn't noticed. 

"I just wanted you to know I think you treated Nick horribly," she laid into me. I don't know what he's said about me, so I decide to ask, but not here. I take her by her arm tightly.

"Hey!" she squawks. I take her to the kitchen firmly but kindly.

"Stacy, is it?" I inquired. She nodded. "I'm Taylor, and it's nice to meet you. Now why don't you tell me what Nick says I did to him."

"You know," she hissed, rubbing her arm. It was an exaggerated gesture. I know about hurting people and how far to push things.

"No I don't," I emphasized with a shake of the head. "I know what I think happened, but I don't know how Nick saw it. Since he hasn't bothered to tell me, why don't you?"

"You stole Cheyenne from him," she growled. "She cheated with you, he found out, and he threw her to the curb." All I could think was that Nicholas had a definitely different view of the truth than I did. If he, or she, told Cheyenne that, she'd clock their asses. She's a bitch after all.

"Stacy, I think we saw things differently. Yes, she cheated on him, but it wasn't with me. He threw her out at a very delicate time and I took her in because I don't like the idea of a woman being ... in that condition."

"But she's living with you now and I saw how she touched you," she said hotly.

"Stacy, you are an attractive woman and I know you know what effect you have on men, so you can understand what I had to deal with when I agreed to let Cheyenne stay with me while she got back on her feet," I explained. Every woman likes to be called attractive, even if it is by a man she despises.

"So, she seduced you too?" she said, suddenly uncertain about her wrath.

"Stacy, if you ended up on my sofa, and you were feeling lonely and abandoned, would you consider it 'seduction' if you found some comfort with me?"

"I ...you ..."

"I'm not what you expected?" I finished for her.

"No. She's still a manipulative bitch, but ... I think maybe Nicholas may have misunderstood you," she managed to say. I counted that as an opening victory.

"You do know that all this began when someone seduced Cheyenne, right?" I continued. Stacy shook her head. "She then pursued that relationship, which was totally wrong, but the other man wouldn't let up on her either. She didn't go out trying to gut Nick – she did it – but it was because she wasn't thinking clearly."

"She should have stopped it," Stacy insisted.

"Stopped what?" Sierra asked as she stepped into the room. 

'Wow,' I thought, 'I think she's jealous ... of Stacy, with me? Shit, this has never happened to me before. "We were talking about Nicholas," I said out loud.

"What about?" Sierra asked suspiciously. At this point my 'Guy' part of my brain was telling me to get the hell out of the kitchen. The 'Be a Man' part convinced me to make a graceful exit.

"Nicholas – Nick – has explained his version of the events to Stacy here. I was trying to explain how things aren't so cut and dried," I responded.

"Did you tell her about Joe, and how Nick left Cheyenne?" Sierra demanded.

"Joe?" asked Stacy.

"My psycho ex-boyfriend who blackmailed Cheyenne, gang-raped her with some of his buddies – AND Nick – and then tossed her naked out of our apartment," growled Sierra with more venom than I had suspected she'd felt. I chalked some of that to the guilt she was feeling now that she had fallen for Cheyenne. Stacy took a step back, into the frig and had nowhere to go. Sierra, though smaller by a few inches, poked Stacy right between her boobs.

"But, that's not what Nick says happened?" Stacy fired back.

"Fine, how about we ask him?" snapped Sierra.

"How about we have this conversation after the party is over?" I suggested. Sierra wheeled on me, clearly angry. She took a deep breath and nodded.

"Thanks Taylor. I wouldn't want to put Cheyenne on the spot," Sierra said before reaching up and kissing me on the cheek. She looked up at me, her grin widening, then put a hand behind my head and pulled me into a deep kiss. She broke it and left the kitchen, putting an extra bit of saunter in her step for my benefit. It was that great ass of hers.

"Wait?" wondered Stacy, "I thought you were with Cheyenne, not this ...?"

"Her name is Sierra, and she was in the room when Nick and five other guys took turns with Cheyenne. She let it happen. Hell, she helped it happen. Sierra is in this for Cheyenne, not me. I'm what you call a fringe benefit."

"You guys are lying," Stacy accuses me. I can tell that is what she wants to believe. She probably has known Nicholas for a long time to be defending him so.

"Nicholas was enraged when he was in that room, Stacy. I'm not excusing what he did, only telling you where he was coming from. It is probably something he is very confused about," I told her. Remember, it pays to be nice. If I attacked Nicholas, she would withdraw into defending him. I would rather give her the information and let her decide what she wants to do.

"This couldn't ... things didn't happen that way," she insisted. I kept looking at her with a steady gaze. Patience is a virtue as is knowing when you've made your point and it is time to quit. What got her was that she didn't want to believe what we are saying, but she wanted to believe what her senses were telling her – which is that we were telling her the truth. About now she was regretting confronting me. For a simple guy, I'd made her life very complicated. Stacy moved around and walked out of the kitchen. 

I saw her making her way to Nicholas. He put an arm around her and kissed her on the cheek, but his concentration was on the two people he was talking with. Stacy remained indecisive, but as I left the kitchen, I could see her eyeing me warily. I was thankfully distracted by Gail asking me to help get Lindsay a cab, which I was more than happy to do. I made sure to tip the guy extra to ensure he got her inside her flat. I would drive her myself if I had faith in everything working out well in my place. Gail was very chatty on the way back to my apartment and I got the picture that she wanted me to paint a picture of Sierra's bedroom antics. I told her I was really gay, to which she laughed, winked and told me that would be a pity. I then couldn't figure out if this woman was a lesbian, or just sexually confused.

Back at the apartment, Sierra was sending the last of the guests home. It was now Nicholas, Stacy, Gail, Cheyenne, Sierra and I. You might say things were awkward.

"We should get going," Nicholas said, taking Stacy by the arm. It is more of a directional thing, and not something forceful. Gail should definitely have gone, but she decided not to. What a bitch.

"I would like to talk with you, Nick," Cheyenne said demurely. Nicholas gave a start.

"I don't see about what," he countered.

"Please," she begged nicely.

"Fine," Nicholas relented. He stalked off toward the second bedroom. Cheyenne followed and partially shut the door behind her. I took the moment to turn on Gail.

"It is time for you to go," I commanded. I didn't ask, I told her to go. She looked at me somewhat startled. "Let me show you the door." I put on my best steely gaze and Gail stepped back.

"Yes, it is time I got home. It was a great party Sierra. See you at work Monday," Gail said. Sierra nodded absently, clearly focused on the second bedroom and the action within. I took Gail's arm and led her to the door.

"Thank you for coming," I told her. She looked at me, testing my will. I don't play those kinds of games where my ladies are concerned. I was willing to commit bodily injury on Gail to get her to leave and something in her survival instinct told her that. She licked her lips and started breathing deeply. All I could think is to curse 'damn, the bitch is turned on by the rough stuff'. That was a problem I would deal with later.

I heard a slap and Cheyenne's yelp. I grabbed Sierra around the waist before the impact of what happened registered with her. Nicholas came storming out of the room, Cheyenne with a burning cheek right behind him.

"Nick, I'm sorry, but ..." she started to say. Nicholas turned on her and hauled back to slap her again. Sierra surged against me, trying to get free. Stacy gasped. I wasn't worried. If he hit her again, he would leave this place on a stretcher.

"You got what you deserved, you bitch," he howled. "I wish they had kept you all night!"

"Let me go," seethed Sierra. Her fingernails bit into my arm through my shirt as she tried to pry my arm away from her. Stacy gasped yet again. Nicholas pulled his hand back even farther and I saw a blow in the offing.

"Nicholas," I said in a cold, calm, even tone, "we've had this discussion before. Say what you like, but if you hit her again, I'm going to put you in a world of pain." Sierra kept struggling.

Nicholas turned on me, his eyes red-rimmed and slightly bleary from too much alcohol. He couldn't decide whether to come over and hit me, or run away from me. He opted for bravado.

"Stacy, we are leaving," he barked. Stacy looked conflicted and hesitated. "Come on!" shouted Nicholas.

"Did you really leave her there with those men?" Stacy said with a small voice.

"It doesn't matter," he told her.

"Oh, to hell you say!" snarled Sierra. "Taylor, get your god damn hands off me!" I neglected to comply with her insane request. Sierra would do lousy in prison, and I sort of owed it to the female prison population to keep her on the outside.

"Answer the question," Stacy said in a steadier tenor.

"She was fucking them. She told them it was the best she ever had. She was begging for them to give it to her harder!" he shouted back.

"Don't forget that she told them all about what a small prick you had, Fucker!" Sierra shouted back. I stole a glance to Cheyenne who was taking in everyone's reaction in the room. She was surprised by what she was seeing. Nicholas was reeling from Sierra's verbal slap. What mattered in the end to him was being denigrated in front of other men.

"Nicholas, please," pleaded Stacy, "tell me what really happened?"

"They didn't tell me what was going to happen," he said suddenly deflated.

"Bullshit," snapped Sierra, "Joe told me he had to play you the tape to get you to show up. He told you what was going to happen." Cheyenne looked even more shaken. Stacy looked like she was going to cry.

"She knew it all too," he responded. Sierra began to choke back sobs. I decided it was safe to let her go.

"Nicholas, my only problem is that you left her there with men who meant her harm. She walked into that room your fiancé. Even though you dumped her right there, you should have taken her out with you."

"You peed on her," Sierra growled. As she turned ever so slightly I could see tears on her cheeks.

"Oh god," Stacy groaned. She ran for the bathroom.

"Fuck all of you," snapped Nicholas. He stormed out the door, slamming it in his wake. All I could think of 'what a dick, he abandoned yet another girl.' Sierra ran into Cheyenne's arms.

"I'm so sorry," sobbed Sierra. Cheyenne stroked Sierra's hair and rested her cheek on the shorter woman's head.

"It's okay. We all made fucked up choices," she admitted. "It is okay," she repeated. "I think I can move on now."

"That's the best revenge," I told her softly; "getting on with your life."

"I think I already have," she smiled back to me. Cheyenne gave me a wink and led Sierra back to the main bedroom, our bedroom. I waited in the living room. It didn't take long before I began hearing those delectable little noise the girls made when the cuddled together. I heard the bathroom door open, but the footfalls went the wrong way. I opted to let things play out. It took about two minutes before Stacy was padding around the hallway corner.




Cheyenne's Revenge Ch. 05



"I ..." she looked back toward the bedroom clearly embarrassed. She was at a loss for words.

"They are comforting each other," I told her. "They care for each other deeply, and no I'm not gay, but I know when they need a little time for themselves. 

"I ..." Stacy began.

"You stammer a lot. Relax. I won't do anything to you. I want to make sure they are both okay. So, how are you getting home?" I asked. Her eyes grew large.

"He ... was my ride. I really don't even know where I am," she admitted.

"I can call you a cab if you like," I offered. "If you like, you can wait and have a talk with Cheyenne when she comes out." She was about to say something when I heard a loud moan from Sierra from the back. Stacy was embarrassed and shut up. We sat, not talking, as Sierra began making more rhythmic sounds. Stacy crossed her legs once then crossed them the other way. Stacy broke the silence.

"She's awful vocal," she whispered.

"Have you ever taken pleasure with a woman?" I offered. Stacy blushed and looked away. She developed a flush to her skin.

"No," she told me. I made a judgment call, based on what little I had reasoned out about Stacy's willingness to engage a wounded party then her reaction when she'd made the wrong choice.

"Go back there," I suggested. "It will help." Stacy looked at me as if I had told her to drink Hemlock.

"I couldn't. I don't know how. She must hate me now," Stacy stammered.

"Those are excuses. My suggestion is that you don't be selfish. Trust me, if you go back there, you will be welcomed," I informed her.

"I don't know what to do?" she pleaded with me. I took her by the hand and led her down the hallway to the bedroom, pushing the half-open door wide enough for me to drag Stacy in. Stacy resisted, but more out of form than any real desire to escape.

Sierra was only in her purple lace bra. The rest of her clothes were tumbled at the foot of the bed, undoubtedly where Cheyenne had stripped them off. Cheyenne had shed her skirt and blouse, but had on her black stockings, panties and bra. Sierra was lost in passion on the bed, shaking her head back and forth while Cheyenne teased a nipple through the bra and ran a finger along her asshole and pussy while massaging her clit with her thumb. Cheyenne stole a glance to Stacy then to me. First there was a question, which she saw mirrored in me. She went back to sucking on the nipple and gave a nod of assent.

Stacy caught that exchange and gave me a 'deer in the headlights' look. I went to her and kissed her softly on the cheek. She had been holding her breath until then. I began unbuttoning her blouse. Her hands came up to stop me. She held my hands in hers while her eyes sought answers in mine. She overcame some inner turmoil and moved my hands away. I was uncertain what she would do next. She could have gone either way.

She closed her eyes and took the plunge. Stacy's hands trembled as she worked free the remaining buttons. When she finished I could tell her breathing had quickened a pace. I took her shirt and pulled it slowly up from her skirt. Instead of stopping me, she began to push her skirt down and wiggle out of it. It dropped down to the ground and she kicked it away. Her shirt fell off her shoulders at the same time. Her shoes were next. She was left with a peekaboo white bra, white hose, and white panties that rode high up on her hips by design. As she turned to roll her hose down, I could see that they barely covered any of her ass cheeks, which turned out to be nice, firm, and only a bit smaller than I liked. It was perfect for her frame.

'What now,' she mouthed to me. I took her hand and led her around the bed to the side opposite Cheyenne. I directed her to get on all fours on the bed and move toward Sierra's nipple. She was very hesitant in her first action, a gentle kiss on the bra-covered nub. Cheyenne reacted by reaching across to her and slowly pushing her face down while increasing her own suction on the nipple she was closest too. Stacy followed suit, and I had to say, once she started she became quite enthusiastic. Of course Sierra immediately knew that the person teasing her wasn't me. She opened her eyes to see Stacy nibbling down on her. Sierra quickly looked to me for assurance. I nodded and smiled. Sierra placed her hand on top of Stacy's head and began playing with her hair.

After about thirty seconds, Stacy looked up to Sierra.

"Am I doing this right?"

"Yes!" Sierra insisted. "Please continue." Those words of encouragement invigorated Stacy's performance on Sierra. Stacy place on a hand on Sierra's stomach and began tracing small circles on it, having each one slowly migrate down. Sierra responded by putting her head down, closing her eyes, and moaning.

Cheyenne looked up and gave me one of those smiles that made me feel good all the way to my toes.

'I'll get you later, I promise,' she mouthed to me. I nodded then edged closer to Sierra until I could start planning kisses on her forehead, eyes, lips, nose and chin.

"No fair," she muttered. "Everyone is ganging up on me." She gasped and writhed as Cheyenne stroked her clit for the first time. Stacy followed suit the moment Cheyenne moved her hand away, causing Sierra's breath to quicken even more. Stacy then surprised everyone by going down and planting a kiss right on Sierra's pleasure center. That earned her an appreciative moan from Sierra, which in turn encouraged Stacy to do more with her lips and tongue.

Stacy looked up to Sierra and I and said,

"I've never been with a girl before. This is fun."

"It is even more fun for me," panted Sierra, "I guarantee it. Now get back to work. I'm getting close." Stacy dove back in with gusto, causing Sierra to arch her back. To make Sierra's sexual misery even worse, Cheyenne dipped a finger into Sierra's cunt, pulled it out, and began working it into her ass." At the last minute, I reached down and pulled Stacy up. Sierra squirted hard, dousing Cheyenne's hand with her juice. Stacy was about to say something when she saw how hard Sierra came. Then her mouth formed an "O".

The moment Sierra calmed down, she popped up and grabbed Stacy by the shoulders, planting a steamy kiss on her lips. Stacy tensed up, but Sierra didn't relent. She wore Stacy's resistance down with her heat. When Cheyenne felt the moment was right, she reached out and began rubbing the bottom of Stacy's panties. Stacy jolted, but Sierra wouldn't let her come up for air for the longest time.

"I ..." Stacy stammered when she had the chance.

"Ssshhh," Sierra whispered, placing a finger on Stacy's lips. "Go with it." In response, Stacy kissed Sierra back. Cheyenne moved around and unhooked Stacy's bra. She pushed it forward, moving her hands around to cup both of Stacy's breasts. The nipples grew even harder in her grasp.

Sierra detangled herself in order to reposition herself so that she was on all fours facing Stacy. Stacy needed no encouragement to meet her halfway to continue their kiss. Sierra slowly retreated, drawing Stacy to her until Stacy had to reach out with both arms to prop herself up. This brought Stacy's breasts out of Cheyenne's hands. Cheyenne looked at me with a wicked grin then sidled up behind Stacy. Her fingers traced down Stacy's sides until she wrangled a finger inside her panties waistline. Stacy wiggled uncomfortably and got goose bumps on her butt and back.

Cheyenne gave Stacy's ass a playful slap. Stacy looked behind her, a scared look on her face.

"Behave, or you'll get another one," Cheyenne teased. She hauled back her had to accentuate her threat. Stacy gulped and turned her head back to Sierra. Sierra had used the interruption to put one hand under Stacy and pull and pinch one nipple. Stacy gave a little shudder before kissing Sierra once more. Cheyenne put her hands back on Stacy and worked her panties down. This time Stacy used her thighs and knees to help Cheyenne work them off.

The most powerful sexual tool is not the dick or cunt, it's the brain. A month ago, what Cheyenne know about pleasuring a woman could have been written on one hand. Sierra had been a good teacher and Cheyenne a good student. Experience isn't knowing what you've been taught, it is applying that knowledge in your own way, and I could see now that Cheyenne had created her own style of play in just a month. He came out sex with an urgent, hungry style, whereas Sierra was more of a rolling, steadily increasing wave. Or, you could consider Cheyenne to be a tornado while Sierra was a hurricane.

Cheyenne took hold of Stacy's ass cheeks and pulled them apart, then plunged forward and began licking her ass. Stacy gasped but kept kissing Sierra. Sierra's tongue really was that good; I speak from experience. Cheyenne licked up and down with several strokes, before looking up to me and grinning. She leaned in and rolled her tongue into a tight point and plunged it into Stacy's asshole. Stacy tried to turn around and shift away from Cheyenne, but Cheyenne held fast to her hips.

"No! No one has ever ... it's dirty," she protested. Cheyenne wasn't listening. Stacy's struggles lessened, finally stopping and being replaced by moans. "This is so wrong," she whimpered.

"Feel's weird, doesn't it?" Sierra said voice full of sensuality.

"I ...its different," she whispered. "I thought it would be different. Isn't it nasty to do?"

"Want to find out?" Sierra offered.

"Not really," Stacy stated.

"Maybe later," Sierra grinned. "It gets better." Cheyenne was moaning behind Stacy and I saw her slip one, then two fingers into Stacy's snatch. She stuck them in deep and stirred them around. Stacy pushed back against her hand. Cheyenne press her forward, removed her tongue from Stacy's ass, and stuck one finger in. Stacy gulped as Cheyenne slowly worked the finger.

"Wow," she gasped. Sierra giggled and rolled over onto her back. She scooted underneath Stacy until she could inhale one of her breasts into her mouth. Stacy leaned down to make it easier for Sierra to suck on first one breast then the other. I was excited and pleased to see Stacy support herself on one arm and tickle her way down the chest of Sierra in the other. She flicked a nipple and headed further down. She gave a start when Cheyenne stuck a second finger into her. Her breath began to come in gulps and she was having little tremors all over her body.

It was Sierra's turn to gasp and wiggle when Stacy snaked a finger over Sierra's clit and start to rub it in rough circles. She might have made it farther but Cheyenne drove her other hand up against Stacy's pussy, sticking two fingers and pressing hard on her clit. Stacy came so hard she squirted. She would have collapsed onto Sierra if Cheyenne hadn't quickly reached around and grabbed Stacy by the hips. Sierra didn't seem to mind because she kept biting and sucking on a nipple.

"Please, please," pleaded Stacy weakly. "I can't ... I need a second ... please."

I reached out and pulled Stacy away from Sierra because that woman can be too demanding at times. It earned me a dirty look from Sierra as I settled Stacy into my lap and wrapped her in my arms. She gained more control over self then smiled up at me.

"Wow," she giggled. "To think I almost missed this. It has been quite a night. I'm not where I thought I would be, that's for sure."

"The pleasure's been ours, Sugar," Cheyenne said while batting her lashes. I slowly detangled myself from Stacy and began gathering her clothes.

"What are you doing?" Cheyenne asked.

"I'm going to take Stacy home," I responded. Stacy moaned, raised her head, and said,

"I thought you ... we ... were, you know."

"Haven't you had enough fun for tonight?" I teased. "You've crossed some serious barriers. Let's give you a chance to think before you jump into the bed of a man you met four hours ago."

Sierra chuckled. She rolled over to the end table and took up a pen. She took Stacy's hand and scrawled our number on it.

"Call us tomorrow night. Maybe we can go to a club, or something," Sierra offered. Stacy still looked confused, disoriented and now a little hurt. I sighed.

"Listen, do you have to be anywhere tomorrow morning?" I asked. Stacy shook her head. "How about you sleep in the spare bedroom tonight, and we can see what tomorrow brings. It is safe to say you are well liked here, but the Wonder Twins can be a bit exhausting." Cheyenne popped me one for the Wonder Twins comment. I suspect she did it to stop Sierra from hitting me harder.

"You two don't mind?" Stacy inquired. Being a guy, with a dick, that liked women, it was assumed that I wouldn't have a problem with a good-looking lady staying the night. The fact that it's right is even more irritating.

"Not unless you mind us getting you up in the morning," Cheyenne winked. Stacy bit her lower lip.

"I'm okay with that," she said in a small voice.

"We need a quick shower," Cheyenne informed her. "Come on."

"Boy," Sierra said regally as she scooted off the bed," change the sheets."

"Girl, your ass is going to take a pounding for that," I growled. Sierra looked over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at me. She also put an extra bit of wiggle in her step as she exited the room. God, I love that ass.

In some long lost, nearly forgotten part of my life, I had learned the ever-so useful skill of changing a bed quickly. After I finished, I tossed the sheets in the laundry. Somehow my life as a bachelor had taught me how to do laundry, while Sierra and Cheyenne's stints as girlfriends had left them with some confusion as to what got bleach and that the dryer had more than one setting. The first time Cheyenne saw me ironing one of her shirts, she got all excited and we had sex right there on the floor. After that, I kept my bitching to myself, because, let's face it, the want of pussy makes men do all kinds of strange things. I got this sinking feeling that I was being trained. At least the girls didn't pat my head and rub my belly.

It wasn't that they didn't learn this stuff; it was only that it was like pulling teeth to make them remember. It wasn't totally one sided though. One day Sierra came in and was ragging on my for my domestic side, so I pushed her up against the washing machine and taught her the wonders of having sex during the spin cycle. She now affectionately called my washing machine 'Momma's little vibrator'. Sometimes I just can't win.

When Stacy came out of the shower she was much more relaxed. She was wrapped up in one of my thick robes and was looking positively adorable. She came right up to me and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Could you stay with me tonight?"

"I really think you need a little time to digest what's happened tonight."

"I know. I only want someone to sleep beside me," she smiled warmly.

"You realize I'm not gay, right?"

"Yes," she confirmed.

"Just checking."

My life is simple and uncomplicated. I've got two girls sleeping in my bed, I am sleeping with a third girl in another bedroom who I'm not going to have sex with tonight, and apparently I'm the biggest damn liar on the face of the Earth. At least I mostly lie to myself.

FIN