1 comments/ 24976 views/ 2 favorites Fashion Man By: WickedDrX AUTHOR'S NOTE AND DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction containing adults in adult situations. The persons depicted do not exist nor have they existed to the author's knowledge. This story is not to be read by, read to, or printed and given to any minor under the age of, oh let's say 20. Situations may be portrayed which may be considered in bad taste, or downright illegal in some places and therefore should not be attempted unless you are a story character and not a real human being. If this piece of fiction offends you in any way, stop reading it and go back to watching Big Bird on TV. Feedback is appreciated both positive and negative, although I consider downright mean-spirited, nasty feedback by "Anonymous" people the work of genuine chicken-shits. It may not be, but that's the way I feel about it, so I ignore it as much as I can. The Wicked Doctor X Being the only guy working in a primarily woman's fashion store can be both a blessing and a curse. Since my store is in an upscale neighborhood, the clientele tends to be a bit less trashy, but at the same time, I tend to see a lot of older women who still think they can turn heads. The problem is that the heads tend to turn away. The most pathetic ones are those that come in painted and stretched to the maximum with short skirts showing off those skinny legs that would be better stuffed into denim than shown for what they were; old and stringy. You don't dare tell them thy look like shit, at least not if you want to keep your job. Hell, it's hard enough pleasing them as it is without telling them the truth and loosing your job for it. Just last week Mrs. Uppercrust came in after a protracted absence and asked me what I thought of her new boob job. Her tits hadn't looked all that bad before, as long as she kept them tucked into those industrial bras she had been ordering. I guess that since her new boobs didn't hit the floor anymore, she must have thought her legs looked good too by default. They didn't. Wrinkled thighs, knobby knees, and stringy calf muscles did absolutely nothing for the poor woman, but by the time she left the store I had made her feel like the Queen of Sheba. That's what I do. Flatter them until they have spent far too much cash, and make them feel like queens. Now at first glance you're going to think I'm as queer as a three-dollar coin. Far from it. Very far from it my friend. I said I see a lot of those older women, which I do, but this store has more retail traffic than most local fashion stores, so I also see quite a lot of young, very hot, very wealthy, wives, daughters, and business women. All of who are what make my job such a fucking pleasure to come to. My title is Fashion Consultant. I may be the only straight fashion consultant in the free world, but there you are. It pays the rent, keeps me in steaks and a Corvette, and from time to time, gets me laid. A prime example of that happened last Tuesday. End of the day, around four thirty young Miss Rebecca Halveston comes gliding into the store dressed in her work-day finest, a gray business suit that any uptown hooker would have been proud to be seen in. The top was low cut and tight, forcing those beautiful breasts to push up and out into the open over the top of the lacey black bra that could just be seen if she bent forward a quarter of an inch. If the matching skirt were three inches shorter it would have qualified as a swimsuit. Black textured nylons were attached to a black lace garter belt that could be seen when she stretched, or sat down. Gray spike heels matched her suit as if they were made from the same material, and in fact were. Her naturally blond hair looked like she'd taken three hours to coif and it framed a perfect porcelain-skinned face set off by piercing blue eyes that fairly screamed Fuck Me! Miss Rebecca Halveston works at her daddy's high-tech electronics company as a product planner, or some such crap. She's not one to talk about those kinds of things very much, and she's not one to lord it over those of us who make substantially less in wages than she does either. She's actually a very nice lady. Girl really, if I were to be honest about it. She's only twenty-three but looks about seventeen, maybe. I proved her age the first time she came into the store and bought some of the sexiest underwear we sell, paying for it with a credit card. On the back where her signature should go it said to ask for ID, which I did and looked hard at her age. She grinned when I gave back her ID, I think she knew what I was looking at but she didn't say anything. That grin about did me in. She has the prettiest smile I think I have ever seen, the kind of smile that would make a man walk a mile over broken glass in his bare feet to see. Maybe a mile is bit much, but you get the idea. Anyway, back to last Tuesday. Rebecca glides in, gives me that smile and asks if I would give her a private consultation since she had a big charity "do" coming up soon and wanted to be looking her best for it. I wanted to tell her that she could wear what she had on and bring the place to a standstill, but I knew that's not what she had in mind. The store provides for these private consultations with a variety of services offered, including photographs of the subject, which are downloaded to a computer and "dressed" in virtual clothing of various types until the client is satisfied with the basic style of dress. Then it's just a matter of finding what works and the options to accompany it. The part I like the best is the photographing, and I've gotten pretty good at it. The best way to do it is for the client to be in her underclothes. With some clients, that can be a nightmare. With Rebecca, it was an hour of bliss. I posed her in several different positions, sometimes holding a bouquet of fake flowers, just sitting primly, or standing with her arms at her sides. A men's magazine or a fashion magazine would have rejected not one of those photographs. She wanted a gown, and after running through the listings I had on file we finally found one she liked, and I pushed hard for her to get it. Frankly, it was the one I liked the most. I knew she would look great in it even though it wasn't the most expensive thing we sold in the store. Most fashion consultants are expected to push the priciest frock they carry. That's where the money is of course, so Rebecca was convinced of my sincerity when she saw that the price was right. "Collin, do you have this in stock, or am I going to have to wait a week for it, get it fitted with barely time to look at it much less time to tweak it before the charity do?" "Miss Rebecca Halveston? Off the rack?" I recoiled in mock horror, my hands to my face like a great poof and she began to laugh out loud. "Oh cut it out, Collin. Just go get the damn thing and let's see what it needs." It needed nothing. It fit like it was made for her alone. The gown had sewn-in bra cups, so Rebecca removed her black lace bra while I inserted thick but soft paper liners into the dress, for hygiene purposes. When I turned back to face her, I froze in my tracks. Dressed, Rebecca is incredibly sexy. In lace panties, garter belt, textured black nylons, and no bra, she's indescribable. Those beautiful breasts that I always thought were being driven by push-up bras were as high and firm as they looked, tipped by nipples of the softest pink. Her waist trim and flat, legs that the classic sculptures wished they had. My breathing doubled its pace, and I'm sure my face looked like it was about to catch fire. The thoughts running through my mind shouldn't have been there. She was a client, a customer, way the hell out of my league, and the most stunning creature I had ever laid my eyes on. I must have blurted out something stupid, something inane, or something inappropriate, because her face changed in a flash. The smile disappeared, replaced by a look of determination. "Oh god, she's going to make sure I'm fired!" I thought. "All this training and I'm never going to work in this business again." "I'm so sorry, Miss Halveston, I…" "No you're not, Collin," she said coming closer to me, grabbing the gown from my hands, flinging it aside. "At least I hope you're not." Her arms went around my neck and she pulled my face down to hers, her body folding neatly into mine as our lips met. Her mouth opened, her tongue sliding softly but insistently into mine. She moaned softly as we kissed. Surprised, relieved, and supremely grateful to the lust gods for looking out for me, I slid my arms around her smooth naked back, sliding them lower and lower, pulling that perfectly round ass closer to my thighs. I felt her shiver as I thrust my hips into her pelvis, her kiss becoming more intense, her hands gripping my head firmly, stroking my hair. I felt one leg wrap around mine, and she began returning my thrusts. Suddenly she broke away from me and began tearing at my clothing. "We should at least lock the door," I suggested breathlessly. "Collin, you'll never have any fun in this world if you don't grow a pair and have a little adventure in you. Leave it unlocked," she said with a wicked look on her pretty face, and stepped out of those black lace panties and the garter belt. The nylons stayed on, and up. The hot garter belt was just for show. "I've wanted to do this for months!" she said breathlessly. She gripped the top of my pants as I unbuttoned my dress-shirt, tugging them to the floor along with my briefs all in one fluid motion. I had the feeling she was not new to this sort of thing. I could imagine her in some stuffy boardroom, ripping the clothes off of some handsome exec and doing him on the conference table in order to secure a huge contract for her daddy's company, or just because she liked his looks. I hated to think of Rebecca, as a company whore, fucking for the corporate bottom line, but screwing me wasn't going to make her a dime, so I felt kind of privileged in that respect. Finally I was naked. She even pulled the socks off of my feet. "A naked man with just socks on is really nasty looking," she said grinning. "Damn, you look good enough to eat!" I sincerely hoped she meant that, and in fact she did, lowering herself sensuously to the floor, licking at my chest as she went lower and lower, her fingers wrapping themselves around my twitching cock. Her tongue came out from between her lips and she began flicking at the tip of my prick while she stroked the shaft gently with her soft fingers. She leaned closer allowing the tip to enter the warmth of her mouth, that soft tongue swirling around the head of my cock as she sucked gently but firmly. "Adventure, Collin, have some adventure!" she said suddenly. I wasn't exactly sure what she meant by that, it could have meant almost anything I supposed, but I took her advice anyway, at least as I saw it, and gripped the back of her blond head, pulled it closer and drove my cock deep into her mouth. Her hands left my rod and grabbed my ass cheeks, the fingernails digging deep into my flesh as she pulled us closer together, thrusting my prick into her throat. While the blood pounded in my ears, I could hear her moaning with each long, slow stroke I made into her warm mouth. Adventure, eh? Is that what Miss Rebecca Halveston wanted, or was that what she wanted from me. I wasn't sure yet, but I figured that if I did the unexpected, she would certainly approve, so I backed away from that incredible sucking mouth, pulled her to her feet once again and lifted her into my arms. "Oh hell yes!" she breathed as her legs wrapped around my waist and she lowered herself gently onto my throbbing pole. I couldn't believe how firm she felt inside, and how soft and wet, and warm, and it all throbbed and sucked at my cock and… and …and! "You feel so good inside of me, Collin," she breathed into my ear. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard, and long." But I didn't want to fuck her hard. I wanted to fuck her gently, and lovingly, and slowly, making her feel every bit of pleasure I could give her. I wanted to make her want me. I knew this was just a fling for her. A diversion in an otherwise high pressure day, but my brain kept telling me that maybe, just maybe I could have this choice woman for my own if I pleased her well enough. Maybe she would suddenly, after I had made her climax for the twentieth time, discover that I was the one she had been looking for all her life, this fashion consultant nobody. "Fuck me, Collin!" she begged again. I thrust deep into the recesses of that soft, firm pussy, the speed of my hips increasing steadily as I obeyed her request. I could feel her grip me tighter, her legs, and arms around my neck. I could actually feel her erect nipples scraping along my chest. Her breathing began to get heavier, her hip movements more frantic, jamming herself down onto my skewering prick. "More!" she whispered hoarsely, "Just a little more! Oh please, just a little… Shit! Oh please! Oh yes!" I could feel her body tense, her vagina tighten around my thrusting cock. She began to shudder violently, squeezing me tightly as the orgasm began to wash over her. Throwing caution and better judgment to the wind, I released my hold on her letting her feet sink to the floor. I bent her body across the sturdy covered bench I used to sit my photography clients on, grasped her thighs and slid my cock back into the wet recesses of her still throbbing pussy, this time ramming myself almost unmercifully into her demanding body. Again she began to twitch violently, thrusting back at me as I pushed forward. Her head began to shake, destroying the perfectly made-up hairstyle. She reached back, grabbing for my hips and I pushed her hand away until she finally stopped shaking. "Fuck me on the gown, Collin!" she begged. "Put it on, Rebecca. Put the gown on!" I demanded. Hurriedly she threw the expensive new gown on, her legs still twitching from orgasm, her bountiful breasts spilling over the smallish bra cups. I hoisted the dress over her back and slowly slid my cock back into her, the incredible wetness of her cunt making a soft squishing sound as I entered. She arched her back, a sound of pleasure escaping her lips as she flung her head back, further destroying the perfect set of her hair. She was beginning to look more like a wild woman than a high-level businesswoman. She turned her head at one point and I could see the fiery look of unbridled lust in her half-closed eyes. I knew I was making her happy. I grabbed her hips pulling and pushing her body away from me until she got the message and began to do the work herself. It's not like she needed the workout. Not with that perfect body she didn't, but what the hell she started this! Suddenly Rebecca rammed herself into me, grinding her ass into my hips, her body quivering, groaning out her orgasm. She tried reaching for her pussy to help intensify her climax but couldn't reach around the bulk of the gown. I pushed her hand away and reached around her thigh and began flicking a finger at her clit pushing the finger inside her next to my cock. I thought she was going to go nuts. She began thrashing about violently, grunting like some wild beast as the orgasms intensified and piled one on top of the other. Her lubricating juices dripped from her sweet cunt, splashing onto the fabric of the gown and it was all I could do to keep from pulling out of her and attaching my mouth to that succulent pussy. I wanted to taste her, wanted to drink from that pouting fountain of lust. Adventure. Do the unexpected. That's what she had said. I pulled out of her incredible throbbing, sucking cunt and pulled her to her feet, sitting her on the model bench again. I threw the gown over my head and buried myself between her widespread legs. The customer's satisfaction may be the number one goal of this store, but nowhere in the mission statement did it say that I couldn't have some satisfaction as well, so long as the customer was being taken care of. Rebecca grabbed my head through the gown, pulling me tightly to her, thrusting her hips at my sucking mouth, and even through all of that silk and crinoline I could hear her moaning loudly. I flicked my tongue at the bud of her clit and I could feel her gripping my head tighter through the fabric of the gown. Hungrily I lapped at her soaking wet pussy, the sweet, salty, musky taste of her inflaming my senses further than I thought possible. Again and again I could feel her orgasm, felt the firm folds of her pussy quiver as I sank my tongue as deep into her as I could get, licking at the walls of her vaginal cave, pulling out and flicking at the very tip of her clitoris. Rebecca let go of my head and began pulling at the gown until I was exposed. Without warning, she pushed me away and took my face in her hands, the wild look still in her eyes. "You've done well, my sweet Collin," she said stroking my face tenderly, "and must be rewarded appropriately. Fuck me in the ass. Unless of course you don't want to, in which case, pick an alternative hole and fuck it until you climax. I hate to cut this short for you, but I have an important client to see in an hour and…" "Hush, and turn over, Rebecca," I interrupted. She smiled a happy, wicked smile and pulled my face to hers as she slid off of the bench, kissing my slippery lips. "Hmmm," she said, "I don't taste too awfully bad, if I do say so myself." She bent herself over the bench once again spreading her legs wide. "You taste like candy, Rebecca," I told her as I raised the gown over her back once more and positioned my cock at the entrance to her still soaking wet cunt. I slid easily inside her and stroked her glorious pussy very slowly, thoroughly wetting my pole with her juices. Pulling out, I repositioned myself at the dark, puckered hole. Pushing firmly, I entered her, my prick making a muffled pop as it pushed aside the firm muscle. Rebecca drew in her breath sharply. "Fuck it! Fuck it hard, Collin! Oh damn, that feels so fucking goooood!" she groaned. I couldn't disagree with her on that point. She was so tight it almost hurt, but it was a good hurt, and I kept inching my way into her letting her get used to being violated. Maybe violated isn't quite right. I mean she did ask for it, and as a matter of fact seemed to genuinely like it. A lot. She kept still until I was all of the way into her, and then she began to clench her anal muscles around me, drawing me as deep into her as I could get. She was good at this, I thought, and certainly no virgin to anal sex. Slowly I pulled out of her only to have her jam her hips back at me, taking me deep into her bowels again, clenching hard again and again. This was going to be good! "I really hate to rush you, lover," she blurted out, "but I do have that appointment..." Well, what the fuck. The customer is always right they say, so I began to really bang the hell out of that sweet ass while Rebecca squealed from the abuse. At least that's what she wanted me to believe, I'm sure. Just a few more of those deep, ass sucking strokes into that ultra sweet body and I could feel the light-headedness start to creep in on me. I began to see the stars exploding inside of my brain, and feel the swell of my cock just before I began squirting a huge load of cum into that buttery-soft ass. Rebecca ground her ass into my hips again, still clenching and releasing my spurting cock. "Damn!" she said, "I can feel that hitting the back of my throat. You cum like a fire hose, Collin. It feels good!" I figured she was bullshitting me, but I really didn't care. Sometimes it's nice when a woman lies to you. It took a few seconds for the both of us to catch our breath. I tried to be the good store employee and remove myself from Rebecca's ass so that she could get to her meeting on time. I began to back away from her, but she followed my hips. Fashion Man Ch. 02 AUTHOR'S NOTE AND DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction containing adults in adult situations. The persons depicted do not exist nor have they ever existed to the author's knowledge. This story is not to be read by, read to, or printed and given to any minor under the age of, oh let's say 20. Situations may be portrayed which may be considered in bad taste, or downright illegal in some places and therefore should not be attempted unless you are a story character and not a real human being. If this piece of fiction offends you in any way, stop reading it and go back to watching Big Bird on TV. Feedback is appreciated both positive and negative, although I consider downright mean-spirited, nasty feedback by "Anonymous" people the work of genuine chicken-shits. It may not be true, but that's the way I feel about it, so I ignore as much of it as I can. I do have feelings though, damn it! I hope you enjoy it otherwise. The Wicked Doctor X Jackie Tailor owns the store that I work in. It's an upscale ladies fashion store that specializes in making an otherwise plain looking woman into a vision of loveliness. My job is to photograph the ladies in the best lighting and backgrounds, and choose the clothing for the situation. Not to toot my own horn, but I'm good at it. It's kind of innovative, and to be honest a little silly, but it seems to be what the clients like. Plus it gives me a job, and it gets me laid about as often as I like. That's the part I like the most. I can pick and choose among the rich and influential as well as the downright beautiful. Jackie owns three other stores like this one, so it's rare for her to come in and spend any real time here. Last week she came in, all pissy and grumpy, ragging on the entire staff for no real reason other than the fact that she could. She ripped on the stock girls and the cashiers, and then she ripped on the store manager in front of the whole staff, reducing her to tears. It wasn't pretty. She saved me for last and I was fairly certain it wasn't going to be a pleasant meeting "You!" she barked, pointing a finger at me, "Into your office!" She said "office" as though it were some sort of evil thing to be avoided at all costs, almost spitting out the word. Things were going from bad to catastrophic in mere seconds. I expected to be unemployed by the end of this meeting. By this time I was pretty pissed off myself. Jackie didn't need to be such a bitch. The store was making money for her, and the staff was always pleasant to the customers whether they deserved it or not. There were no problems among the staff members since we all liked each other, so this tirade from Jackie was uncalled for. . It had been rumored that she would do this sort of thing about once a year or so. Pick on a store and replace its entire staff for no good reason after ripping everyone a new asshole. It was her one business flaw. That was the rumor. I figured that if she was going to can my ass anyway I wasn't going out with my tail between my legs. I opened the door to my studio and held it for her with my head up and my fists clenched. Fight or die. I had nothing to loose at this point. She closed the door behind us a little harder than was necessary and flipped the lock. There really wasn't a lock on the door; it just flipped a little sign that said "Photography in progress. Please do not enter." Jackie plopped down on the divan I used for some of my photography work, and where I had screwed about thirty of her best clients.She let out a heavy sigh and stared at me as though I were some sort of disease-ridden rodent while I stood some ten feet away with my arms crossed, waiting for the attack. "Collin, I get so sick of people lying to me. Will you please tell me the truth? Will you do that for me before I have to seek professional help?" "I've never lied to you, Miss Tailor, you should know that by now." "I have it on good authority that you have been using this office to fuck my customers. Don't deny it, Collin, unless you care to call several very upstanding ladies liars." "I don't deny it," I answered. What the hell, I'd been ratted out by more of them than I figured and now I was going to loose my job for it. No use denying it. "In my defense, I don't initiate it. Not ever. I try to be professional at all times. Keep the customer happy, isn't that what you tell us? " A smile began to wash over Jackie's face, softening the hard-edged look she'd been carrying since she came into the store an hour earlier. Although I didn't notice it right away, Jackie had begun to undo the buttons on the jacket she wore. She edged forward on the couch and slipped the jacket off, letting it drop to the floor next to her. "Finally, a man who tells the truth," she said in a very sweet voice. I still wasn't convinced that she wasn't going to fire me. After all, I'm pretty sure orgasms weren't what she had in mind when she said to keep the customers happy. "I hear you're very good at what you do here. Sex as well as photography." Now I watched as her delicate hands began to casually unzip the side fastenings of her pants. Rising off of the couch, she pushed the trousers to the floor and stepped out of them, her eyes never leaving mine. "The thing is," she continued, " I have so little time for the fun things in life that sometimes the need for sex gets pushed down until it finally just explodes and I go a little crazy, like I did this morning. I don't mean to be such a raging cunt; I just need to get laid. That's where you come in, Collin." By this time Jackie stood about three feet away from me dressed only in a lacey red bra and textured pantyhose, her long black hair pulled loose from the tight bun she wore and draped over her shoulders. Her steel gray eyes softened so that she no longer looked like the hell on wheels boss she had been only minutes before. She had transformed into an exotic vision of wanton lust. "Please know that if you turn me down you won't loose your job, Collin, but I have the feeling you won't." I grabbed an X-acto knife from the table behind me and took a step forward. Getting down on my knees I took hold of the pantyhose underneath her crotch, pulling the fabric down. I could feel the wetness of her in the silky panty and heard her suck in her breath as I stabbed the fabric, cutting upwards, opening a gash in the hose. I replaced the knife to its proper spot on the table and pulled her hips closer to my face. "Oh, hell yes!" I heard her say as my mouth came in contact with her dampened crotch. Lest you think that Jackie was some overweight, middle-aged matronly woman that couldn't get a date without paying for it, let me put you straight. Thirty-four, and five feet six inches tall, one hundred ten pounds. Her face softly rounded with a beautiful mouth and a pixy nose. Her breasts a bit smaller than I like them, but perfectly formed with suckable, soft pink nipples. What made her such a terror was the way she could transform into the screeching shrew as she was earlier from the vision of loveliness she usually was. I gripped her thighs and spread her legs apart, inserting my tongue into the gash I had made in the pantyhose, flicking at the outer lips of her hairless pussy. Her breathing got faster and deeper as I licked at her, my hands stroking up and down those well-formed legs. I love the feel of textured stockings and pantyhose, like the way they look too especially on a great pair of legs. Jackie made a move to take them off but I stopped her gently. I could feel my cock struggling to burst from my pants and I tried my best to ignore it. My first duty was to my client. The client comes first, is my motto. I felt Jackie take my head in both of her hands, pulling me closer to her and I knew what it was she wanted. "Not quite yet," I thought, and continued to tease her cunt lips with my tongue, dipping inside of her every so often, feeling her jerk her hips towards me when I did, trying to get that tongue to tease her clit. She gripped my hair, twisting my head back, still trying to force my tongue higher. I grinned to myself knowing I had her where I wanted her. A few more minutes of this and the whole staff would get a raise if I demanded it. I could feel her legs begin to tremble, could feel the rippling of her belly. I dipped my tongue between the lips of that succulent pussy and began to lap at her clit, lightly at first just touching it, then tracing the outline of it with the tip of my tongue, top to bottom. Her hips began to tremble and thrust at me. She gasped when I sank my tongue deep into her soaking wet slit. I remember now how good she tasted, slightly salty but silky sweet. I could hear her urging me on, telling me how close she was. Even her fingers were throbbing in my hair now as she thrust her hips roughly at my face. My fingers gripped her ass cheeks tightly and I shoved my tongue as deeply into her slit as it would go, licking at the walls of her inner canal, my teeth raking her clitoris. I began sucking at the juices that dripped from her sweet cunt, drinking at her like a fountain. Roughly she pulled my head away from her and shoved me backwards. Like some enraged animal Jackie began tearing at my clothing, the look on her face of pure lust began to almost scare me. I struggled to rid myself of my trousers, my eyes never leaving hers. Jackie tugged at my shorts, ripping them in her haste to remove them from me. Instantly my cock sprang free, hard and ready. Jackie straddled my hips and squatted down, spreading her pussy lips apart as she lowered her hips, impaling herself on my stiff cock. Her body trembled, her head shaking, hair flying, her fingers gripping at my chest. Her hips ground into mine, she rocked back and forth, tears forming in those big grey eyes as she began to climax. I slid my hands under that sexy red bra and grabbed her breasts in both hands gripping the nipples between my fingers, pulling at them. I pulled her hands away from my chest and pulled her breasts to my face sucking a nipple into my mouth, flicking at the hard tip as my hips slammed upwards meeting each thrust of her body. Jackie made almost no sounds as she climaxed, only a whimper or two which surprised me, but ever the businesswoman, I guess she didn't want the rest of the store knowing that she was getting her attitude adjusted in a major way. "More, Collin!" she growled into my ear, "I need this so fucking bad and you feel so damn good inside of me. Fuck me hard! Please fuck me hard! Do wicked things to me, Collin. Make me do wicked things!" Hell, I thought I was! But if she wanted it rough, well then, rough was what she would get. I've learned that when you give the boss what she wants she's happier, and a happy boss is a forgiving boss. I waited until she had stopped climaxing, and then roughly pushed her off of me. From the bottom of my tote bag I pulled out a foot-long dildo that I kept in a bag for just such emergencies. Unwrapping the little monster I ordered Jackie to her knees. I grabbed her hair in one hand and pulled her head up, forcing her to look at me. "You want it rough, bitch? Suck this. Make it nice and wet." She opened her mouth wide and I slid the dildo between her ruby lips, twisting it as I pushed it toward her throat. I could see the sweat begin to form on her shoulders and back as I fucked her mouth with the firm plastic. There was almost a look of fear in her eyes, but I could see the pleasure too, the fear driving the lust. I watched a slim finger slide between her pussy lips even as she suckled at the plastic cock, a drop of lubricant falling to the floor from her reddened pussy. Roughly I pulled the dildo from her mouth and held it in front of her face as though examining it. "Very nice," I said in a sarcastic voice. "Now sit on it, but remember, whichever hole you put it in, I'm going to fuck the other." She grabbed the toy from my hand and without hesitation shoved it deep into her quivering cunt. Her legs spread wide, she fucked herself with the dildo, pushing it deeper with each thrust until it had all but disappeared inside her demanding body. Still facing her, I pushed my pulsing cock toward her smiling face. She opened her mouth wide and like the mean bastard she wanted fucking her, I stuffed her throat full of man-meat. I could feel her groan as my pelvic bone crushed her nose, felt her quiver again with another powerful orgasm, and I ground my hips into her face until she began to fight for air. "Amateur! A good whore wouldn't start fighting for air until a man filled her throat with cum," I said sarcastically. "Not too bad for a first try. Let's see how you take it in the ass. That's what you picked. You picked me fucking you in the ass, Jackie, didn't you?" "Yes," she said weakly. "Yes, what?" "Yes, I want you to fuck me in the ass." "Then you'll be my ass whore, won't you? Do you want to be my ass whore, you nasty little slut?" "Yes, I do. I want to be your ass whore, Collin. Please fuck me. Please cum inside my ass." I leaned close to her face and said quietly, "I'll cum wherever the fuck I want." She trembled again and I saw that finger flicking at her hard clit again. I eased behind her and spread her quivering ass cheeks apart with my thumbs, easing the grip of her sphincter. I grabbed my hard prick with one hand and pressed the tip at her slightly opened back hole, easing it inside her as gently as I could. I was surprised then, when she lunged back towards me ramming herself onto my pole, giving out a tiny shriek as our bodies met. Something wasn't quite right, and it took me a few seconds to figure out what it was. She was already lubricated! A quick glance at my shaft on the way out confirmed it. There was no doubt left as to what the refined and reserved Jackie Tailor liked when she wanted rough sex. That hot, pre-lubed ass told her dirty little secret. She was indeed an ass whore. So, with a grin on my silly face I rammed deep into her well-formed bottom as she whimpered and met each brutal thrust of my cock with an equal thrust of her hips. Our bodies slapped together like the applause at a concert, her groans becoming louder as she reached orgasm after orgasm, her fingernails ripping at the carpeting that surrounded the divan. "You like being an ass whore, don't you?" I asked, grabbing a handful of her long hair and pulling her head back roughly. "It's your nasty little secret, being fucked in the ass and loving it so much, isn't it Jackie?" "Yes!" she said, "Yes, yes, yes, please just cum inside my ass, Collin! I love it so much! Oh, pleeeeeeease!" Her hand was between her legs, pulling and twisting at the big dildo buried deep in her gushing pussy. The sweat rolled up her back making a tiny pool between her shoulder blades as she rammed herself against my hips. She seemed to be having one long intense orgasm in anticipation of me emptying myself deep inside her. I rammed deep into her, pulling at her thigh with on hand and at that long thick hair with the other, grinding at her ass, jerking my hips up and down, feeling my cock getting bigger if that were possible. Now, those that know me will tell you that I do like to keep a woman happy, and keeping the woman who is my ultimate boss happy should rank right up there with the obvious things to do. You would think that, wouldn't you? Give her what she wants. I could feel the telltale urging deep in my belly, the swell in my overworked balls and knew I had mere seconds before I would begin to explode deep inside her. I let go of her and pushed her hips forward. Jackie fell flat on her belly and immediately began humping the dildo, keeping the orgasms going. I rolled her onto her back and with my fist gripping the base of my cock, knelt over her head. "Open! Now!" I demanded, pressing my bulging cock head at her lips. Like a good little whore her mouth opened wide and I slid the tip between her lips. At the same time, I bent forward and grabbed the big dildo from her throbbing cunt and roughly pulled it out of her, tossing it away, replacing it with my mouth, sliding a finger deep into her still opened puckered hole. Jackie's legs shot out to the sides and I rammed my tongue deep into her as I sucked hard on that beautiful soft pink flesh. I heard her grunt with pleasure one time before I began to fill her hungry sucking mouth with stream after stream of thick cum. I tried not to, but I couldn't help but fuck that sweet throat. She had swallowed once and I could feel her hands grip my ass cheeks, pulling me toward her. My hips dropped, sending my pole deep into her and I could feel my abdomen sliding over her face. It felt as though I would never stop climaxing. The cum poured out of me like never before, filling her belly with my seed. Still she pulled at my ass cheeks as though squeezing out as much of the stuff as was ever in me, her mouth and throat sucking hard on my cock, her tongue racing over it in every direction at once. As much as she was taking from me, she was giving back. Her hips thrust at my face, belly throbbing as her pussy filled my mouth with the sweet juices that I eagerly drank. Even the dribble of urine that I occasionally tasted was sweet nectar to be savored. I lapped at her clitoris, sucking the hard nub roughly as my tongue flicked at the tip of it until I felt her go limp beneath me, her fingers slipping from my ass cheeks. Her hips still moved against my mouth and I hated to give up the tasty morsel of her cunt, but the nagging thought that I may have gone a bit too far forced me to pull my still firm cock out of her throat. I heard her suck in huge breaths of air as my prick escaped her mouth with a distinct pop. I twisted around to look at her almost blue face. "How was that for an amateur?" she coughed. "I didn't think you would ever stop cumming." "I didn't think you would either. I'll pass you right into expert rating for that one," I said with a smile. She threw her arms around my neck and pulled my face to hers and she licked at my lips before our open mouths met, tongues wrestling in lust for each other. "I don't taste too damn bad," she said licking at my lips again, smiling. "I've never had a wine that tasted better." "You're sweet," she said. "I'm so tired, I could sleep for a week right here." "Go ahead. I'll tell the staff you're not feeling well and asked to be left alone for a while. Shall I tell them you apologize?" "Yes. Apologize for my nasty behavior and beg for forgiveness for me. You might want to get some clothing on before you go out there though," she said with a laugh, climbing back onto the couch and pulled a thin blanket over her naked body. "Don't leave tonight, Collin," she said softly, her eyes closing. "This time I want you to follow directions." "I cum wherever the fuck I want," I reminded her. "Mmmmm," she replied simply and drifted off to sleep. I went to the sink and washed up enough to make myself look as presentable as possible before reentering the retail section of the store, hanging a "Closed" sign on my door as I pulled it shut. I made the appropriate apologies along with a thin excuse for Jackie's poor behavior, blaming it on stress and lack of sleep. They bought it, grudgingly. "What a fucking cunt," said Linda, the store manager, in disgust. "You have no idea," I returned, too quietly for her to hear. END Fashion Man Ch. 03 AUTHOR'S NOTE AND DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction containing adults in adult situations. The persons depicted do not exist nor have they existed to the author's knowledge. This story is not to be read by, read to, or printed and given to any minor under the age of, oh let's say 20. Situations may be portrayed which may be considered in bad taste, or downright illegal in some places and therefore should not be attempted unless you are a story character and not a real human being. If this piece of fiction offends you in any way, stop reading it and go back to watching Big Bird on TV. For what it's worth, writing this story damn near got me fired from my job, so it is likely going to be my last story. I hope you enjoy it Feedback is appreciated both positive and negative, although I consider downright mean-spirited, nasty feedback by "Anonymous" people the work of genuine chicken-shits. It may not be, but that's the way I feel about it, so I ignore it as much as I can. * Welcome back to "Jackie's House of Fashion", the upscale fashion store for ladies of means who like to spend far too much cash on clothing in order to look better than their neighbors. I work here as a Fashion Consultant / photographer, male prostitute, (although that bit isn't actually on my resume' as a job title), and the only male employee in the store. That fact alone has its advantages when it comes to romancing the newest employees, which I've done with some success, but it also has advantages since I have my own private photography studio in the back of the store. In the studio I photograph the customers using the best lighting for the situation they feel they will be in while wearing the outfit I pick out for them, or that they pick. I just consult. The customer is the one making the decision. The photographs go directly to a computer, and I can then change outfits, or alter parts of the outfit so that... well, you get the idea. The customer ends up looking the best she can, and I get paid. A lot. A lot more than I expected when I started this job, but Jackie, the owner, has seen the value of my work and what I can bring to the "company", and so my salary is kept secret from even the store manager. The fact that Jackie and I had hooked up and done the horizontal hula back in my studio a few weeks ago didn't hurt my bottom line any either. The fact is that I have gotten the quiet reputation as a discrete and competent male whore, so many of my customers come in for "consultations" and leave with a happy smile on their faces along with a nice dress. Word of mouth has been my only advertisement, but that's been enough. Hardly a week goes by that I don't dip my happy stick into some nice bit of pussy. Even the older customers are grateful for the attention, and I don't mind their usually large "tips" either. Even the ones that don't tip well provide me with enough influence to make it a wash. I do a little photography for art as a hobby and some of my work has sold well at the local galleries due to that influence. This morning was kind of slow in the store, only three customers, two of them "just looking". The third bought a nice sweater that I thought would look terrific covering the ample bosom she sported. Frankly I tried convincing her to try it on just to see it on her, but she declined. Sometimes it works, sometimes not. Just as I was about to give up and try doing some hobby photography, I notice that Miss Rebecca Halveston has parked her new Ferrari in our limited parking lot and is headed toward the store with a young girl in tow. The girl has a striking resemblance to Rebecca except that her hair leans more to red than the blonde that Rebecca is. The two women float into the store and I get a look of hard edged disdain from the younger woman and one of anticipation from Rebecca. "Hi Collin," says Rebecca in a breathless voice, a sexy smile spreading across her pretty face. "This is my sister, Anna. She's twenty, and has the fashion sense of a trailer-trash mother of four. Her idea of high fashion is designer jeans and a halter top. Dad is giving a fancy party for some big-shots next week-end and wants his whole family to attend. Needless to say, little Annie has nothing decent to wear. She needs help." From under her breath I can hear Anna say, "Get fucked." I'm a bit taken aback at Anna's attitude to her sister, but I don't know her so I say nothing while we stroll back to my studio, Rebecca chatting about the upcoming corporate party and how she can't wait to go. As soon as we enter the studio Rebecca shuts the door behind us and locks it, leaning against it as she twists the lock. "Take off your clothes and sit on the bench," Rebecca demands as I step behind the camera, and Anna begins stripping off the admittedly frumpy clothing she has on. "She thinks she's homely, Collin, and I've brought her to you in order for you to convince her otherwise. Of course, that is if you really think otherwise. Give her your honest opinion. See what we have to work with." Underneath the sweatshirt and jeans is a body to kill for. Anna crosses her arms and lifts the sweatshirt revealing a pair of perfect round breasts with beautiful pink nipples. No bra. Under the fashionably worn jeans are long, very well formed legs and a bottom that was as round and tight as her breasts. She wore a pair of lace panties in a pale pink that matched the color of her nipples. I took several photographs of Anna in different poses, vowing to keep duplicates in the separate folder I have for myself on the computer. From the photos I began adding clothing from the program of "in stock" dresses, looking for just the right dress for the occasion. "I only have one question," I said looking up at Anna from the screen. "What is the homely part of you? You have one of the most perfect bodies I have seen through this lens in a very long time. Not since Rebecca sat where you are," I added. "My tits are too small and my ass is too big and my legs are too skinny and I'm too short," she said without hesitation. "When was the last time you saw a model with fat legs, flat butt, and huge saggy tits? The short part has nothing to do with anything Anna, you're beautiful." She blushed a little at this, but I could see that she was pleased with an independent opinion. "You get paid to say that." "I get paid to photograph a subject and suggest clothing to enhance the woman's look. You only need to wear clothes to avoid arrest. Nothing I put on you could make you look better than you do right now." Anna blushed again. Her look softened a little, and she actually smiled for the first time, a smile that rivaled her sister's in its beauty, and I told her so. Rebecca came back to look at what I had on the computer screen, leaning close to me as she looked. "She needs to get laid, too," she whispered. "We both do, only she doesn't know she needs it." "Both of you?" I asked, hoping I wasn't sounding too anxious. The opportunity to do two very beautiful sisters at the same time only comes around once or twice in a lifetime, and I didn't want to fuck it up by sounding too anxious and scaring her off. Rebecca stood up and walked over to stand behind her sister. With a pretty smile on her face she began slowly shedding her clothing until she too had on nothing but a pair of panties that matched Anna's. I began to smell a conspiracy, especially when Rebecca reached around her sister's shoulders and gently grasped her breasts. Anna's head leaned back. The hair that had been piled on top of her head in an unflattering pile suddenly fell loose in a cascade of golden reds and I stood like a stone watching as the sister's lips met in a very unsisterly kiss. Anna's hands caressed Rebecca's face as they kissed and I have to say it was a very arousing sight to behold. The bulge in my pants attested to that! "Care to join us, Fashion Man?" asked Anna. "I think I've been set up," I said, trying to sound offended, and pulling at the buttons of my shirt. "Stop trying to be coy, Collin, and get over here," said Rebecca wiggling out of her panties and spreading her pussy lips slightly with her fingers. "You know we Halveston women are on a tight schedule." "Sure you are, Rebecca," I teased, "How long did you keep that client waiting the last time you were here?" "About an hour," she smiled, "but he got over it." "I'll just bet he did," I chided, easing out of my trousers, and boxers. "Very nice!" exclaimed Anna as she watched my cock spring upwards from the confines of my clothing. "A girl could get to like a thing like that!" "We aim to please our customers here at Jackie's," I said, kneeling down between her legs. I tugged the panties to one side and leaned my head between her thighs as she eagerly thrust her hips toward me. I spread the lips of her cunt apart gently, brushing aside the almost transparent patch of soft blonde pubic hair and shoved my tongue into the warm channel, tasting the heady sweetness of her. Immediately she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer, groaning softly, and leaning back on the bench. I eased my tongue to the base of her clit and teased the sensitive bud sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Her legs trembled and I felt them wrap around my back, stroking me, pulling at me, urging me closer to her while her hands stroked my head, the fingers raking through my hair. I was so intent on pleasing Anna that thoughts of her beautiful older sister had been pushed aside. Suddenly I felt hands pushing my legs apart, shoulders touching my calves. Rebecca took my cock in her hand and pulled it to her warm, wet mouth, suckling on the head of it, her tongue dancing lightly on the skin, probing the tip. I jammed my hips toward her and with a groan of delight she took all I gave her, her fingers circling my shaft, stroking what she couldn't take into her mouth. Anna's hips began to thrust harder at my mouth, her sweet heady juices flowing freely into my throat. I could feel the beginning of her orgasm in the insistent way she pulled at my head, in the fluttering of her vagina, the thrust of her hips, the moans that seemed to come from deep inside her begging for just a little more. Her hips had moved to the edge of the bench, her sweet ass just barely hanging on. I slid my hands under her tight bottom and pulled her off of the thinly padded bench, holding her up, and buried my tongue as deeply inside her as I could get it, licking furiously at the walls of her cunt, lapping and drinking her sweet tasting fluids. Her legs spread wider, almost to her sides, opening her succulent pussy wider to my boring tongue while she groaned louder and thrashed about in orgasm. I love feeling a woman climax. It gives me a sense of having done a job well. I think only men get that feeling, knowing they have done the job they set out to do, and having done it flawlessly. Maybe women get that feeling too, but I doubt that it comes with sex so much since making a man climax is really quite simple. A woman takes more time and finesse, so if I can bring a woman to orgasm in a relatively short time I figure I've done a good job. Hence the feeling of accomplishment. Feeling Anna climax only added to my own rising passions and I thrust harder at the tender sucking mouth below me. Rebecca began kneading at my ball sack, her tongue swirling furiously around my cock as my hips rammed like a piston into her face. I didn't want to cum, not yet. I wanted to save it, wanted to shove my pole into the tender pussy that was dripping its sensual juices down my chin and spew my fluids inside of it. I wanted to feel the tightness of her vaginal walls, feel her pulling my cock deep inside her body as I pumped my seed into her, I wanted to feel..., but I didn't. I felt the swell inside of me, saw the exploding stars inside of my tightly closed eyes, felt the warm flush wash over me and my cum pumping deep into Rebecca's sucking mouth. It was hard holding Anna's hips to my face while my cock gushed cum into Rebecca's throat, and I'm not sure how I managed it, but I did somehow until I felt Anna stop thrashing about. I eased her back onto the bench and leaned back while Rebecca sucked the remaining drops of sticky fluids from the head of my now deflating cock. I looked down between my legs and into Rebecca's fiery eyes, watching her lick her lips, smile sweetly and mouth the word "Yummy" as the last of my cum trickled down her throat. Anna grabbed my shoulders, pulling me to her as she sat. Rebecca scooted back, got to her feet again, joining her sister on the bench. "Rebecca said you had a fantastic tongue," she said in a very sexy voice. "I don't think I've ever climaxed that hard before. She also says you have a very short recovery time. How would you like to be the one to fuck me for the first time?" "Excuse me?" I asked, more than a little shocked by the question. It took me a second or two to wrap my head around her question. "After what we just did you're going to tell me you're a virgin?" "Yes." She said it as if it were the obvious answer to a really stupid question. "It's not like I've never had an orgasm before. I do have fingers you know, and boyfriends that were willing to eat me in exchange for me sucking them off, which incidentally, I've been told I'm quite good at. In fact, I rather enjoy it. Almost as much as my sister seems to. It's just that I've never wanted a man inside of me before. I wanted to stay a virgin until my wedding night." "So what changed your mind, and why me?" I asked. "Last month my fiancé left me for a little whore he knew from college who had fucked him steady the previous weekend. He said he couldn't get enough of her and was leaving me until he did. I told him to keep the little slut until they fucked each other to death. They got married a week later. So much for saving myself for my husband. It seems as if all men want is to fuck. As to why you? Well, you can thank Rebecca for that. She said you were very good. Said you would be gentle and kind and also that you were discrete. That part's important to me too." "So, no love or anything like that, just a roll on the floor, a quick poke in the puss and you're good to go, is that about it?" I wasn't too happy about the way this was turning out. I don't mind taking over a broken hearted woman whose lover has dumped her, but to deflower a virgin just for spite didn't seem right somehow. "You're sure this is what you want to do?" "I know it sounds kind of impersonal, but yes. Right now all I can think of is having that big beautiful cock of yours rammed to the root in my pussy. I've had six orgasms from your tongue and now I'm so horney all I can see is that cock of yours, and I want it. I want to feel your arms around me and feel you slide inside of me while my sister watches. I want to be a slut too, Collin, like that little slut that stole my boy-friend. Hell, I'm offering you my virginity. Isn't that what men dream of, making a slut out of a sweet little virgin?" I had to admit that she was right there. Turning the sweet little virgin Anna into my own five foot one inch slut could be the icing on the cake, so to speak. Who knew what perversions she could be trained to enjoy or even suggest on her own? Fuck it! Now I want her too, just about as much as she seems to want me. I reach up and pull her head to mine, planting my mouth on hers, sliding my tongue into her, flicking at hers. Immediately she got the idea and began stroking my body, her hand sliding between my legs, gripping my cock softly and stroking it to rock hardness in a very sort time. I felt her leaning back onto the bench and I followed her down, keeping my weight on my elbows and knees as we reclined, edging Rebecca out of the way. We continued to kiss and my dick continued to get harder as we did, thoughts of sliding into that virgin well doing nothing to hinder my erection. I stroked her head and she mine, squirming her taut body under me. She was starting to sweat and so was I, adding to the heat that was building quickly. Anna pulled away from my mouth, breaking the kiss. "Do it, Collin, do it now!" she begged in a whisper, her breath coming in short gasps. Rebecca had moved behind us and had heard her sister. I felt her grip my cock and position the tip at the entrance to Anna's pink treasure, sliding it up and down just inside the girl's slit. It's not like I needed the help, but her cool hand felt nice wrapped around my shaft and so I let her do it without protest. Anna groaned, spreading her legs wide across the bench, her heels dug into the edges. My first reaction was to ram myself into her and fuck her for all I was worth, but I didn't. This was her first time and I had to be the gentle and caring lover she needed. I had to make her want to do this again and lust after every stroke if she was going to be the slut she wanted to be, and frankly, the slut I wanted her to become. It occurred to me that maybe I could have this sweet piece of cheesecake for myself if I did this right. Then I began to wonder, what woman sets out to become a slut? That thought flashed across my mind for about a second as Rebecca let go of my prick and it slid into the incredible soft tightness of Anna's quivering vagina. "Honey, when he first breaks you it's going to hurt just a little bit," said Rebecca, leaning close to her sister's ear. "The pain will go away quickly. Concentrate on the feeling of him inside of you rather than the pain. Feel how nice it is to have a man inside of you, filling you up. Feel the power you have over him, knowing how much he wants to be there, how much he wants you. Feel the power he has over you, producing that beautiful orgasm you crave. That's what sex is, an exchange of power between two lovers." By this time my cock was just touching the thin membrane that guarded Anna's virginity. I could feel it, and so could she and she gave a little grunt as the membrane stretched ever so little. I pulled back until I was almost out of her and slid back in again, getting her used to the feeling of me, opening her channel, relaxing her. "Please, Collin! Just do it! I don't need gentle! Fuck me!" With that, her hips thrust into me, hard, ripping away the precious membrane forever, tearing her virginity from her body. She shuddered, wrapping her legs around me, squeezing, pulling me closer, her fingers raking my back as her body shook. I let her know it was alright, that the pain would go away and only pleasure would be in its place... "Tiny pain!" she said through gritted teeth. "It feels so fucking good! Deeper, put it in all the way! Please, I want to feel all of it inside of me!" You know me, never one to turn down a reasonable request from a woman in heat, so I thrust my hips forward and sank deep into Anna's quivering pussy, rocking forward as our hips ground together, putting pressure on her hard little clitoris, rubbing the little bud of lust, feeling her shudder, feeling her cunt contract inside squeezing my cock to within an inch of it's happy life. "Oh fuck!" she exclaimed as my hard cock rocked her hips with each drive into her aching body. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she exclaimed with each thrust. Her fingers continued to rake my back, her nails leaving what I knew were going to be long red trails. Anna untangled her legs from around me, digging her heels into the bench again, her hips thrusting hard at mine, wrapped them around me again and ground into me as I jammed my cock as deep into her soft flesh as I could get. "Oh, Collin," she groaned, "Don't stop, don't ever stop! I want to feel you inside me forever! Please..." I felt her body stiffen, felt her pelvis squirming against mine, her legs tighten across my back and listened as primal sounds escaped her throat. Her cunt tightened around my boring cock pulling me deeper into her, gripping my shaft like a vice. Fashion Man Ch. 03 "Oh god yes! I'm cuming! Harder! Fuck me harder!" she rasped into my ear. I slammed into her as hard as I could, knowing that I wouldn't last much longer at this pace, feeling the hot cum already boiling up inside me, urging to be released into this beautiful woman's body. I could feel the flash of orgasm beginning to spread inside my brain, warming every part of me. I could see the first of the stars exploding in my head and then felt the rush as I emptied myself into her, grunting like an animal, gushing like a loosened fire hose, my cum splashing against her cervix, filling her sucking cunt with my release. For at least another minute or so we ground ourselves against each other, sweating, stroking each other's body, our lips meeting, tongues darting and flicking. I made a move to rise off of her but she begged me not to, not yet. "Hold me, you feel so good inside me. Just a little while longer." I held my weight off of her for as long as I could, but finally slumped onto her body. I tried rolling off of her again. "Stay there," she whispered and began rocking her hips again. I could feel her vagina grip and release my softening shaft, pulling at it, pulling it back to hardness again as she milked the blood back into my softened organ. "I want to go again," she whispered. "I know you can do it. You know you still want my pussy." The little girl tone of her voice and the sucking of her vaginal muscles were taking its toll. My prick, with a joyous mind of its own, began to harden again, and my hips began to thrust into her. She needed to learn new things, I thought, and in a weak moment when she released her death-grip on me, I pulled out of her and quickly rose to my knees. "Rebecca, come and join us," I demanded, rolling Anna onto her stomach near the edge of the bench, spreading her legs wide. Rebecca smiled and quickly joined us, lying on top of her sister. I stood on the floor behind them, fucking first one succulent pussy and then the other as both women squirmed against me and each other until both of them were panting like dogs in heat. Roughly I pushed Rebecca away and gently slapped Anna's ass. "Eat your sister's pussy!" I demanded and Rebecca turned and smiled at me as she eased herself down in front of Anna's face, her overheated cunt an inch from the young woman's mouth. "Do it!" I demanded, "Thank her for bringing you here to me." Anna's tongue extended from her lips and touched her sister's labia, and as I watched, her head bobbed up and down, her tongue gouging its way into Rebecca's cunt. Saliva dripped from her lips as she tongued her sister's clit. Rebecca pulled at Anna's hair forcing her hips at the girl's face while my cock slammed into her demanding cunt. I gripped her thighs tightly and she thrust back at me in perfect rhythm. "Collin, put it in her ass," said Rebecca with an evil look on her face. "Make a real slut out of her. Let her feel what a good ass fucking can be like. You do want to be a real slut, don't you Anna? A real slut likes a good ass fucking now and again. Tell me you want to be a good little slut, Anna!" Rebecca jerked her sister's head up by the hair. "Tell him you want it! Beg him for it, you little whore!" she demanded. "Yes! Please, Collin. Fuck me in the ass!" she begged, a little fear in her voice, tears escaping her eyes as her sister tugged roughly at her thick hair. This wasn't going to be as pleasant as being deflowered. Anna had wanted that, but she was being forced into this and it would have to be done right or her fear of anal sex would take a long time to get over, if ever. I had known several women who wouldn't even consider it after having had bad experiences before, so this would have to be done with finesse. "You don't have to do this, Anna," I said. I was hedging. I really didn't want this thing coming back to haunt me later. "Do it! I want to, just like Rebecca says. Hurry! Make me your slut, Collin! Fuck my ass! I want to feel it all." I slid my cock back into her sweet cunt, lubricating it once again with her slippery fluids, desperately wanting to ram it home inside of her and climax once again. After several lubricating strokes, I pulled out and pressed the tip of my pole against the young girl's puckered hole. I felt her stiffen, her body tightening in anticipation of the onslaught. "The more relaxed you are the easier this will be. Concentrate on it like you did before, feel the pleasure," I said. "Feel me inside of you, filling your body with mine. I want you, Anna; I want to feel my cock deep inside you." She began to tremble, to shudder ever so slightly as I eased my hips forward and my cock began to spread the tiny hole open. I felt her relax, heard her groan as her tongue again began lapping at her sister's pussy and Rebecca's fingers tightened in the reddish hair, pulling the pretty face closer to her out-thrust pelvis. Her body began to push back at me urging me on, letting me know that my attempts at gentleness were overcautious. I gripped my shaft, providing it with the stability it would need to skewer the depths of this virgin ass and leaned forward steadily, easing it into her slowly but steadily. A sharp shriek escaped her lips as my cock split her open wider than she had ever been. Anna squirmed and grunted, her fingers raking the fabric of the bench, and still she pushed back at me driving even more of my cock into her willing but trembling body. I could feel the flesh being pushed aside as my prick drove into her, the muscles of her anus relaxing, spreading open, and inviting the invasion. Pulling out of her to the tip, I felt her relax even more when I pushed into her again, deeper this time, and deeper the next. Her groans began to get louder and more primal when my hips met her firm ass cheeks. Gripping her thighs firmly, I ground into her hard, all but lifting her knees off of the bench with the force of my thrusts. Rebecca released her hold on the girl's hair. Anna was groaning and tossing her head, her sister's gushing pussy all but forgotten with the pain and pleasure of her anal ravaging. She put her head down, her face cradled in her hands, sweat beading from her beautiful back and gathering in a tiny rivulet at her spine. Suddenly her body tensed again, and I listened to the muffled sound of her voice exclaiming that she was climaxing again, and then again, and again. Her squeals of delight and lust buried in the thin padding of the bench. "Rebecca, come up on the bench," I demanded, and directed her to stand astride her sister, facing me. I buried my tongue deep in her still moist cunt, lapping at the sweet juices that dripped from her canal. Concentrating on that sweet tasting pussy seemed to delay my own impending climax and I continued to slide into Anna's still tight ass, feeling her throb and squirm, happily impaled on my reaming cock. Rebecca gripped my head, drawing me close to her heaving pelvis, her moans now blending with Anna's in a sweet song of lust that drove me wild. My hips thrust harder into the tender body, Anna matching my movements, taking each stroke as though she lived for the feeling it produced. I too had begun to grunt like some kind of wild untamed beast, the beginnings of my own orgasm stirring deep in my groin. Rebecca's fingers gripped my hair tightly, twisting my head upwards, pulling my tongue deeper inside her trembling vagina while my teeth grazed the blonde's clitoris, driving her to orgasm after orgasm. I began to feel the all too familiar swell deep inside me, the hot rush of release, and I pulled Anna's thighs tightly to mine while stream after stream of hot cum erupted from my throbbing cock filling the sucking bowels of the beautiful redhead. My mouth, firmly attached to Rebecca's pussy, sucked hard at the heady juices that flowed from it mingling with a spurt of salty urine that escaped her. Both women climaxing, and making primal sounds of lust only added to the intensity of my own climax. I thought I would never stop emptying myself into Anna's buttery soft ass. It felt as if she were draining me of every drop of ejaculate, sucking it out of me, demanding it as though it were her life-giving elixir. It filled her, little streams of cum oozing past my pulsing cock as her anal muscles squeezed and pulled at it. My hips continued to grind and push at her tender body until finally I was drained, and her orgasms began to subside. Rebecca showed no sign of slowing down, her mound firmly planted in my mouth still throbbing with orgasm after orgasm. I could feel her long legs begin to tremble, her strength sapped by the climaxing cunt I was happily suckling. Her fingers still tangled in my hair, pulling my face tightly to her, the sweet juices of her mound leaking onto her sister's back and mingling with the sweat that still formed there. With a final climatic shriek Anna fell forward, my cock pulling free with a wet pop, a trail of my cum leaking out of her and wetting the bench with the sticky stuff. She stuffed a finger deep into her wet cunt and rolled over, sliding the wetted finger into her sister's anus, sending Rebecca into one final orgasm before she collapsed in a heap onto Anna's thighs. Several minutes passed while the three of us caught our breaths, me sitting on my haunches, my face dripping with the silky lubricating juices from Rebecca's vagina, Anna still leaking cum from her abused anus, and Rebecca hugging her breasts and sliding onto the floor, smiling with a satisfied look of requited lust on her angelic face. "We have to get back to work, Anna," said Rebecca, panting. "We have a meeting in an hour with the clients from Detroit and we shouldn't be late for this one." "Fuck 'em," said Anna dreamily. "I want to stay here with Collin." "Don't be ridiculous. We have a meeting to go to. Collin is sweet but he doesn't pay the bills." "You did what you set out to do, Rebecca. I want to be his whore. I'm officially a slut, and I like it." "Excuse me," I said, "But don't I have a say in this?" "No, you don't, Collin," replied Rebecca, wiping the wetness from her cunt with a soft towel. "I may have just screwed up here and I need to get Anna back to reality." "Put on your clothes. Let me take care of it," I reply. Anna is still leaking fluids from her pretty ass and I offer to mop them up with another towel. I ease it between her legs and immediately her hips begin to thrust and grind at my hand, her hands covering mine pulling it tighter to her steaming pussy, a look of renewed lust forming on her face as she grinds her hips against my hand. "That's not taking care of it, Collin!" exclaims Rebecca as she slides her skirt up her legs. "Leave him alone, he's doing just fiiiiine!" squealed Anna, climaxing again. Clearly I wasn't taking care of the problem as I had promised. "Go with Rebecca," I whispered into her ear, "I get off work at six if you would care to join me for dinner and a night of fun at my place." "It's a deal," she panted, rubbing herself dry with the towel and grabbing for her clothes, "I'll be waiting for you. You'd better plan on being raped several times." "So noted," I replied, and then helping the two clean up a bit before leaving so they wouldn't smell like sex as they left the store. The rest of the day dragged on with only a few more customers gracing our establishment, none of them requiring my specialized services, thankfully. The fact is that I wanted to be as fresh as I could be for Anna, and having another demanding session of consultation would prevent that from happening as you could well imagine. Six o'clock finally dragged its raggedy ass around and I closed up shop, looking eagerly for Anna to pop in. She didn't and I began to think maybe she had thought better of the idea and had blown me off. I can't say I blamed her for it. It's not like I'm a powerhouse in the fashion industry. That is to say, I'm not rich. Anna and Rebecca and women like them need power. Power and money. It's what makes their world tick, not mere sex. A stiff cock is cheap and easy to find for women like them, and if a guy has the cash and the power as well as the stiffy, well then, that's the man for them. Not just a guy with a hard cock and a raging libido. Anyway, I grab my backpack, sling it over my shoulder and head out the back door of the store toward my car. Leaning against the door of my shiny ride, smoking a cigarette, wearing the shortest skirt above the highest heels and sexiest textured nylons and the slinkiest camisole I have ever had the distinct pleasure of seeing on any woman, was Anna. If any woman looked the part of a cheap prostitute it was her, and I loved it. "I thought you'd blown me off," I said as I approached her. "Oh, I'm going to blow you all right," she replied. "You might want to go back into the store and let them know you won't be in to work tomorrow. I plan to take you apart slowly and put you back together again. By the time I get done with you you're going to need time off to recuperate." "You're such a slut, Anna!" I said. "Yes I am, Collin, and it's all your fault. Yours and my sister's. Now get into this car and let's get going before my cunt starts dripping on the pavement." Just for the record, it took me three days to recuperate after the four days we spent fucking on every surface of my house. Fashion Man "Just stay there for a while, Collin," she whispered in that sexy voice of hers, "You're still hard, and it feels so damn good." "What about your appointment?" "He can fucking well wait!" "Works for me!" I said. The nifty thing I found about fucking a very tight orifice is that if you stay inside, even after a really intense climax, sooner or later the lust returns and so does the firmness. Five minutes later I was pounding Rebecca's tight ass again and she was loving every stroke. Ten minutes later, I had shot another load of cum into her and this time she didn't protest when I pulled out of her. A thick trail of my cum began running out of her, dripping onto the expensive gown, mingling with the drops of her own lubricating juices. "I think we'll have to get this dress cleaned for you, Miss Halveston," I said in my most serious store voice. "Don't you dare," she replied to my surprise. "I want to remember this afternoon, and those stains on the inside of this dress will be my hidden memories. Nobody is ever going to see them but me, unless I wear it back in here for you to fuck me on again," she said with a devilish grin. Maybe she wasn't bullshitting me earlier. I think she missed her appointment with that client, or was at least late. She didn't seem to care very much after she had climaxed for the fortieth time that afternoon. She dressed in her business suit, and fixed her hair well enough to pass for a "do" before kissing me quite passionately. "I'll pick up the gown Thursday then?" she asked as we stepped through the door. "That would be fine, Miss Halveston," I replied, and she trotted out the front door after paying cash for the gown, and leaving a two hundred dollar tip for "the photographer guy". As I said earlier, working as the only man in an upscale fashion store can be a blessing, sometimes! END Fashion Massage My wife Trina started working out steadily about six months ago. I always thought she was in shape, but at 28 years, the time spent recently has given her back her 18 year-old body – lean, tone, and fit. Also, the extra trips to the tanning salon have darkened her skin to a deep golden that she never had at 18. And her honey-blonde hair is now a stark contrast to her skin tone. She wears only the smallest thong bikini to tan in, so her tan lines are very intimate – the white portions really stand out when she gets out of the shower. She shaves completely, and regularly, so there is no hair to mar the tiny v-shaped white patch around her vagina. And the triangles of white around her nipples are very white against their dark pink with plenty of tan to each side and below. Earlier this week Trina came home with her friend Sarah from their workout and announced that we were going over to Sarah's house for dinner. It was hot out, and she and Mark have a really nice pool so I was agreeable. I followed Trina in to our bedroom and changed while she took a quick shower. I grabbed some beach towels and joined Sarah in the living room. Sarah is a very petite brunette with very large boobs. "My mother's only gifts," she once jokingly called them when she tried to fit them into one of Trina's swimsuits. Although large, they look quite firm and definitely hold themselves up well. I couldn't help but stare at them straining under the thin t-shirt she wore to work out. We talked about the remodeling they were considering having done while we waited for Trina. My wife finally came out wearing comfortable shorts and a t-shirt with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. As usual, she hadn't put on any makeup since we were going swimming and not out to eat. When we got to Sarah's, Mark was just finishing mowing the lawn and he tossed me a beer as he headed inside to wash up. We had burgers, and margaritas, and visited through dinner. I wasn't feeling any pain, and Trina was a little ahead of me on the drinks. "We saw a girl wearing a thong-a-tard today," she announced to me as we talked about their new fitness kick. "A what-a-tard?" I asked. "You know," Sarah replied. "One of those leotards that's like a thong that you wear with tights underneath? Well, this gal wasn't wearing any leotards, and it was pretty obvious she was hot." "How could you tell," Mark asked, winking at me. "One of her sides was out," Trina giggled. "Her boobs?" I asked. "No, silly. . . at her crotch. One of the sides of her area had popped out around the hem." "Wow," Mark sighed. "Sorry I missed that. Hey, hon. Don't you have one of those?" Sarah blushed a little, but nodded. "I'd never wear it to work out in without shorts over it." "Why not," Trina asked. "I think you'd look way hotter than that girl, sticking out or not." "I wouldn't dare," Sarah exclaimed. "It's cut really high over the hips, so the front is almost like a thong. Worse than what we saw today." "Really," asked Trina. "I thought that was pretty narrow." "Mine's worse. I didn't realize when I bought it." "Let me see it," Trina prompted. They went off to look at the workout suit while Mark and I cleaned up dinner and took a quick swim. Trina came out after about twenty minutes. "Check out these, Jerry," she called to me, spinning about. She had on a very small halter top that tied at the back and neck and was snug across her chest and under her breasts. Below, she wore a pair of clingy white shorts that really showed her toned ass cheeks. As she completed her turn, I could clearly see the creases in her cleft defined by the tight gauzy material. It was a pretty bold thing for her to wear, but then Sarah walked out. I knew Sarah's boobs were big, but the thin straps of the leotard that ran down her chest showed plenty of skin on both sides. Her nipples were really sticking out too, and easily visible under the skin tight fabric. But what caught me completely off guard was what she showed under her breasts. To say the hips were cut high was an understatement. They exposed skin up to her waist, and barely concealed the folds between her legs. Her camel-toe was completely on display, and she definitely shaved as well. She spun around so that we could have the full effect. The back was three spaghetti straps tied in a bow in the center of her back. Her ass was also very toned, and the muscle moved sinuously as she completed her turn. In her hand, she had a bottle of Jose Cuervo which she unscrewed and took a double shot of before handing it to Trina. Trina did the same as Sarah walked over and laid down beside the pool. "So, what do you think?" she asked Mark, glancing up at me as I stared at her naked back. "Wow!" Mark looked shocked. "Wow." Trina laughed and tossed me the bottle before she jumped in the pool and swam to the other side. I took a shot, still staring at Sarah. "I think Jerry likes it too," Sarah laughed, looking at my shorts. "Wow," I mimicked. "Why does she get all the attention," Trina asked as she climbed out of the pool. My jaw dropped when I saw her. The halter she wore was completely see-thru. Her dark nipples were hard and poking out more than I've ever seen them. And the shorts might as well have not been on anymore. They were transparent now, and showed every nook and cranny of her sex as though she were standing there naked. Her tiny patches of white were a very visible contrast to the tan skin around them, even through the material. "Wow!" Mark and I said at the same time. I tossed Mark the bottle and stepped toward Trina, but she laid down on the lounge next to Sarah before I could reach her. "Man, that water is nice," she sighed as she stretched her long legs out, flexing her exposed butt for us to admire. "But the chlorine will dry your skin," Sarah warned. She jumped up and bounced over to the table to get a bottle of baby oil. I watched her boobs try to escape their thin constraints as she skipped back. It was an amazing sight. She sat on the lounge beside Trina and untied the straps on her back. Trina sighed but didn't react to the sudden disrobing. That amazed me because she never even tans nude in a booth. Sarah poured a generous amount of oil on her back and began smoothing it across her tan skin. "Oh, that feels nice," Trina moaned as Sarah rubbed her back and shoulders. "You should feel Mark do it," Sarah suggested in a throaty whisper. "His hands are magic. Come on, Mark." He looked at me and I grinned at him while shrugging my shoulders. It was out of my hands. Mark stepped forward and sat next to his wife by Trina's feet while Sarah pour a stream of oil down each leg. He gently rubbed the oil into her calves and heals while Sarah went back to rubbing her shoulders. I stepped around to Trina's head and sat down on the chair above her. "Oh, this feels heavenly, Jerry. I'd pay almost anything for this kind of massage. Oh!" she moaned. I looked up to see that Mark had scooted closer to his wife and was now running his hands up and down the full length of her legs, squeezing along the muscles from the bottom of her see-thru shorts down to her ankles and back. Sarah rubbed down along the small of Trina's back and over her ass. She wrapped her slender fingers under the bottom hem of the shorts and pulled them up steadily between her cheeks to expose Trina's bare butt. They were very stretchy but didn't snap back in place, almost like Mark took the hint and began sliding his hands up over her ass cheeks and then down to her ankles in the smooth firm strokes. "Mmmm." Trina moaned, relaxed completely now. I just sat there and watched them. It was fantastic, seeing this gorgeous little woman in a slinky leotard and her husband rubbing my nearly naked wife's back. She was loving it. I was too. Sarah leaned down and whispered in Trina's ear, "Turn over now, honey. So we can get the front too." Trina smiled with her eyes closed. "Mmm hmm," she sighed and rolled over exposing her chest. "Oh," Sarah cooed. "They're perfect." Trina's nipples were standing straight up nearly an inch with the areolas puffed out and reddened. She lifted her arms above her head on the lounge Sarah drizzled oil up and down Trina's chest and stomach, then down each leg for Mark. She set the bottle down beside her and then lightly ran her fingers over Trina's breasts before rubbing her whole torso with her palms. She followed the same long strokes that Mark had began on the front of her legs, but avoided Trina's nipples. Trina sighed luxuriously, spreading her legs until her heals hung off the sides of the lounge. She turned her head to the side and moaned, "Oh, that's heavenly." Mark concentrated on rubbing her thighs, letting his fingers trail up to where the fabric was pulled snug against her cleft and then down harder following the muscles to her knees. The thin shorts were still wet and transparent, and pulled tight enough between her cheeks that her inner folds and the swell of her clitoris were obvious. Sarah smoothed her hands down Trina's firm tummy and again hooked her fingers under the bottom hem of the shorts. Trina lifted her hips slightly as Sarah pulled the fabric up and the shorts from behind with the movement, opening Trina's vagina even more and sinking into her crevice. The smooth shaven sides, stark white against the tan of her bikini line came into view. Sarah pulled harder and the shorts stretched up past her pelvis on each side and sank almost completely into her folds, exposing the swollen lips on each side. When Sarah let go, the wet gauzy shorts stayed, just like they had on her ass. Mark took advantage of this new skin immediately and rubbed his thumbs over the smooth white skin before returning to the tanned skin of her thighs. Trina whimpered a little and tossed her head to the other side, spreading her legs a little as she did so. Sarah ran her fingers along the curve beneath Trina's upraised arms, then placed the flat of her hands on her chest and slowly pulled them down across her hardened nipples. Trina smiled and squirmed against the friction. As Sarah's fingers bumped one-by-one across each nipple on the downward slide, Trina arched her back. "Oh.." she breathed. Sarah lifted her hands and smoothed them down her chest again. "Oh, yeah," Trina hissed. Sarah took the hint and gently gathered her fingers around each nipple. She squeezed and pulled upwards with each hand, causing Trina to dramatically arch her back, lifting her breasts up as the nipples were tugged and pulled high above them. Sarah was able to lift both her breasts using only their nipples before the oil allowed them to snap back down. "Ungh," Trina moaned as her breasts quivered back into shape. Just then, Mark's thumbs again reached the white skin showing at the sides of her stretched shorts and pressed together, squeezing the engorged flesh and gauzy fabric between them. "Ungh, yeah!" Trina cried as Sarah's hands found her nipples and started pulling them up a second time. Mark increased the pressure of his thumbs, sliding the thick mound of skin pinched between them up toward her clitoris. The prolonged squeeze between her legs and the pull on her nipples was driving her crazy. Mark returned to rubbing her thighs as Sarah let her nipples snap back to her chest. Trina was gripping the top of the lounge with both hands and turning her head from side to side with each intense pleasure. Mark stopped for a moment, and bent her legs. Trina instinctively drew her heels together toward her ass and then spread her legs wide on the lounge. Mark stood and stepped one foot over the lounge to straddle it at her feet. He sat and began rubbing her inner thighs with both hands. Sarah paused to grab the bottle of baby oil and applied more to her chest and abdomen. Then she moved down and squeezed a thick stream on the shorts where they were pulled between her lips. The material which had started to dry soaked up quite a bit, but a lot ran down and dripped from the crack of her ass. Sarah set the bottle down and reached to the bottom hem of the shorts which had slid down a little when Mark repositioned her. She pulled the shorts up to where they were and beyond, narrowing the shorts to a thin strip between Trina's inner lips that completely separated them. Trina humped her hips up as the friction on her swollen clitoris grew quite pronounced. Sarah let go and the shorts again stayed put, all stretched out like a reversed thong now. Sarah put her hands back on Trina's chest and began rubbing her breasts and nipples between her slender fingers. Mark's thumbs quickly found the white skin that was now completely exposed on both sides. Her labia was opened around the edge of the material now, and as his thumbs grazed on either side, Trina bucked her hips moaning, "Oh.. Oh please!" Sarah leaned forward as Marked continued gently grazing the sides of her most intimate region. "Please?" Sarah gently taunted. "Please what, honey?" She deftly seized Trina's swollen nipples in her fingers and began pulling them, lifting her breasts. "Please what, baby?" Mark lightly pinched her confined clitoris still hidden under the tight material. Trina bucked again, pleading, "Oh please! Do it! Ungh!" Mark flicked his thumb along the sheer fabric the length of her vagina from the hole to the clit. Sarah pulled up a little harder. "Do what, sweetness?" "DO ME!" Trina screamed, releasing her hold on the lounge and reaching down to grab the shorts where they were stretched up over her hips. She pulled, hard, and the sheer fabric of the shorts ripped at both sides. She tugged the cloth free from between her legs and lifted her hips high of the lounge. "Doooo meee!" With one movement, Mark lunged forward and buried his nose and mouth in her shaven pussy. Trina thrust even higher with her hips and he reached under her to hold her ass as she lifted her legs over his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his neck. "Oh my GOD! Oh, yeah... oh, yeah... ungh!" She yelled, humping herself up against his mouth. "You like that, sweety?" Sarah purred, leaning over and flicking a swollen nipple with her tongue while tweaking the other with her oiled fingers. "You like his tongue and lips tasting your pussy? Sucking on it? Eating it?" "Oh, yes! YES! Oh gawd.. oh YES!" She bucked harder as Mark was able to slide one thumb up to press against her asshold. He held it there, firmly pressing against the opening until she relaxed enough that his oiled thumb slipped in to the first knuckle. "Ungh. YEAH! Oh, it feels... Ungh! So.. so gooood!" She thrashed against him as he continued his assault on my wife's privates. Sarah stood, and moved around in front of me to straddle the lounge over my wife's head. Reaching down between her legs, she deftly unsnapped the fastening between her legs. The little leotard was like a rubber band, snapping up under her boobs and revealing a clean shaven pussy with only a short strip of brown hair just above her clitoris. My wife's eyes grew worried briefly, but Mark's tongue pushed a button and she grunted with a smile as Sarah lowered herself. I moved around behind Sarah and watched as my wife buried her tongue in the sexy woman's sex. She lapped and lapped at it, sometimes sucking, sometimes probing, as Sarah's firm buttocks tensed and began to bounce in front of my face. Not able to resist, I leaned forward and licked my tongue along Sarah's tight little asshole. "Oh yeah, Jerry! That's it," she moaned, clenching and releasing her buttocks on my cheeks as my wife and I continued to stimulate her. Suddenly, my wife stopped and grunted. She licked Sarah once more and then grunted again. "Yeah, Mark. Give it to her baby! She loves your hard cock!" I realized Mark was screwing my wife, but, then again, I had my tongue on his wife's asshole. Trina kept mumbling grunts as she continued to lick and probe Sarah's hot pussy. I stood up and dropped my pants, bending Sarah over Trina. She knew what I wanted and arched her back so I could penetrate her. "Oh yeah, baby! That's it," she breathed as I slowly sank into her. "Oh my gawd, Jerry! You're so thick!" I reached around and pulled the straps from her breasts, finding her nipples and pulling on them as I fucked her. Trina was still grunting, but had sat up on her elbows to continue licking Sarah's clit "I'm coming," Sarah cried as I felt her quiver. I quickly followed, pumping myself deeply into her. Mark came too, nearly breaking the lounge we were all balancing on with his thrusts. We all climbed off Trina. She was laying there completely satiated with a happy little smile on her face. That was last week. Trina and I set up another pool date with them for this weekend. She's also gone shopping, since she ripped Sarah's shorts. But she wouldn't let me see what was new in her wardrobe. Can't wait until this weekend to find out!