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Servicing Sara

By: Brockleigh



"So what's she like?" I asked Steve, my best friend and one of my companions for the evening.

"Jesus, Brock," he replied, "You'll find out any minute now. She's on her way here. I told her to meet us at your place. I didn't think you'd mind."

I didn't at all. Steve and I had plans to go out tonight, to unwind after a long week. Graphic Design was work we both loved to do, but the clients we had on our current project were murder, and we needed to cut loose for the weekend. Now, I'm being told by my friend, we have a young lady joining us for our night out, and it's someone that I had, to this point not been introduced to.

All Steve would say is he had met her about a week ago, that she worked as a copywriter for our previous clients, and that she'd be a lot of fun to go out with for the evening. I had no idea what she looked like, or what she was like, and I was more than a little curious. Steve had been a totally different guy in the past few days, normally a ball of anger around demanding clients like we had now, but this week he was unusually mellow. We polished off our beers and talked about a couple of different topics as we worked on our second bottle each, when the door buzzer sounded.

"That's her," Steve said obviously. I hit the button to unlock the front security door, and a couple of moments later, when we heard a soft rapping on the door, I shouted to the person outside to just come on in.

The person that came through the door, was quite frankly, stunning. A blonde haired, green-eyed beauty, her figure perfectly proportioned to her height and weight, walked in with a quiet confidence and warm demeanor that had me instantly attracted before she even said a word. She wore a red, somewhat low cut blouse and a black stretchy mini-skirt and black four-inch heels; an outfit that highlighted her natural charms, without looking slutty. This woman, I knew, was pure class. She introduced herself as Sara, and accepted my offer of a glass of wine to start off the evening. As I fetched the wine from the kitchen, Steve leaned in and said, "What did I tell ya?"

"Well, you didn't tell me jack shit, but man, is she ever hot." I said as quietly as I could. Returning to the living room, I handed off her wine, and she accepted the glass, looking up at me, tilting her head, and smiling warmly. The look seemed to convey something to me, and I would have taken it as flirting interest, had she not come out as Steve's date for the night. I sat down in my armchair, and Steve came into the room to sit beside Sara, putting his arm around her, gently drawing her close to him. She leaning into the embrace, looking at him with a caring, comfortable expression.

We talked a little, and I got a little personal history from the gorgeous woman in our midst. Where she was from, how she had moved into the area, and a little about work, although not too much as were trying to escape stress of our jobs for the night. She seemed at ease, but when she looked at me, there seemed to be a twinkle in her eye, the way she cocked her head with interest when I spoke that had me uneasy. Once again, her actions, in any other context, I would have taken as an attraction to me, but as she was still nestled in Steve's arms, well it had me a little confused. Steve for his part seemed completely comfortable, and it didn't seem like he was getting the same vibe as I was.

I looked at my watch and mentioned that we should get going. I called a cab to pick us up, and Steve headed to the bathroom to do some last minute touching-up to his hair, I stood in the hallway with Sara. She said she hadn't been to the club we were going to, and I let her know it was something of a meat-market, and she had better stay close to Steve if she didn't want to be constantly hounded for the night.

"I don't know Brock," she replied, "it might be fun to be chased tonight. Steve might get a kick out of it."

I was surprised by her answer, "Sara, I really don't think Steve would just let any guy walk up to you. He's easy-going, but not that easy going."

Sara cocked her head and her eyes grinned with a coy smile of their own, "I didn't say ANY guy…"

I was left speechless. Here was my buddy's date for the night flirting with me rather obviously. Maybe she's just an incurable tease, I thought to myself. Mercifully, before I could answer her, the cab arrived, blowing it's horn to signal it's arrival. I shouted to Steve to get his ass in gear, and the three of us came out of my apartment building and into the cab.

The cab ride only took a couple of minutes, with the three of us in the back seat, Sara in the middle, leaning against Steve. We laughed and joked about a couple things, mainly the kinds of guys we'd see, the desperate ones that were almost a sport to watch in a place such as where we were going, and the women who dressed brazenly, that did all but wear a neon "Come Fuck Me" sign over their heads. I complimented Sara on her attire for the night, mentioning that she looked rather classy and sophisticated. She blushed slightly, and I felt her foot against my ankle as she politely accepted the compliment. Her foot started trailing up my leg slightly, and again, I felt somewhat uncomfortable with her flirting in front of my friend. She stopped the rubbing of my leg almost as suddenly as she started it, and I was left to wonder if she just enjoyed teasing me for fun. I let it slip from my mind, and at that point, the cab arrived at the club.

The three of us paid our cover charges and headed inside, feeling the humidity from the dance floor as soon as we walked in. The club was hopping, and in the sea of bodies on the sunken dance floor, you could already see the men and women paired up, some dancing closer than others, some obviously romantically attached, some where there was no chemistry between the dance partners, and every other combination in between. Sara and Steve headed almost instantly to the dance floor, and I headed up to one of the raised bars bordering the dance floor. I grabbed a couple of beers and a cooler, passed one of the beers and the cooler to Steve and Sara through the railing, and then scouted the room. The bar I was standing at had a couple of ladies that seemed to be my type, and I chatted with a few of them.

I ceased the conversations with each of them after only a couple of minutes. Every one of them were asking almost the same probing questions, about the car I drive, or what part of town I was living in, or what kind of money I made. None of them trying to get to know me, but all of them trying to get to know my wallet. I excused myself from the last woman I approached, ordered another beer and leaned on the railing, watching the dancing, thinking it just wasn't going to be my night.

My eyes quickly picked out Steve and Sara, not too far away, and the crowd was leaving the area where they were dancing, off to the side. The dance was one of subtle eroticism, of closeness and sexual tension, without obvious raunch or anything explicit in their movements or contact. I watched them move, the looks they exchanged as the music made their bodies sway, the gentle firmness of Steve's hands on Sara's waist, the lust that smoldered in Sara's eyes. I became aroused in watching them, then looked away, somewhat guilty in the voyeuristic pleasure that I took in observing them. I looked around at the other couples in the vicinity, some of whom were quite demonstrative in their dancing, and my eye was caught by two girls, dancing very close together. I wasn't able to tell from the few moments I looked at them whether they were actually lovers or just putting on a show, but the close body contact and coy stares they were giving one another had attracted a crowd of men around them. As erotic and exciting as it was to watch them, my eyes could not stay away from my friend and his date, whose quietly sensual dance was far more arousing than the two girls almost making out in the middle of the dance floor, as I turned my eyes back to Sara and Steve, Sara locked eyes with me and slowly crooked a finger, beckoning me to join them.

I thought it over for a moment, drained the last of my beer and walked down to the dance floor, joining my friends in the corner, which had started to empty a little as the crowd in the area moved to look at the show the two girls were putting on. As I came before my evening's companions, Sara turned to face me directly, her body moving in perfect time to the music, her arms and hips moving seductively, and though I could have watched her luxurious body as it moved and swayed, my gaze were fixed to her lovely green eyes, feeling them see right through me, deep into my being. She moved closer, placing her hands on my chest, closing her eyes and letting the rhythm move her, every movement exuding a palpable sexuality that was for more entrancing that anything I had felt or seen before.

Steve had a soft smile on his face as he came up close behind Sara, and pressed his groin up against her ass, gyrating his hips in time with hers. Sara's head tilted up, right close to my throat, and I felt her hot breath on my neck, causing my own breath to halt for a moment. She groaned audibly as Steve pressed himself against her, which was fortunate, as it masked my own barely audible groan. I cursed myself for letting my arousal show even that much, but nothing I could do could shield my excitement from Sara as she spun around, burying her face in Steve's neck, licking her way up to his jaw, and kissing his full on the lips. As she did so, she ground her ass against my groin, and the obvious hardness she had created. My hands involuntarily grasped her hips, and I held her against me for a couple of moments, pressing my hardened shaft against her soft curves, closing my eyes and losing myself in the grinding, before I came to my senses and excused myself to head back to the bar.

I admonished myself again, this time aloud, making the bar patrons around me wonder who I was cursing at. I ordered another beer, sat on a barstool, and did whatever I could to calm myself down, reminding myself over and over, Sara was Steve's date. No matter what she was doing, or how hard she was flirting, I couldn't do this to my friend. I stewed in quiet fury on my barstool.

I hadn't sat for more than three minutes, before I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked around to see Steve standing there, telling me that we were going to head out. I froze for a second, thinking he was going to chew me out for what had just happened on the dance floor. I swallowed what was left of my beer, joined Sara and Steve and hailed a cab.

When we got into the cab, Steve gave my address to the cabby, which caused my eyes to roll. Bloody hell, I thought, can't he take her back to his own place if he wants to fuck her? Steve had crashed at my place, and had occasionally used my couch to bed a couple of his conquests, but none of those girls ever had the effect on me that this gorgeous woman did. I didn't partake in the conversation, pressed myself against the door, and did what I could to keep myself away from Sara, looking out the window, watching the buildings pass.

We arrived back at my apartment, went inside, and somehow all of us ended up on my couch, again with Sara in between Steve and myself. We watched a little TV, and the end of some banal movie that really didn't do much for any of us, we chatted and talked our way through the flick, and then my attention was taken by what came on to the screen after the movie had finished: one of those hour-long commercials for some 900-number phone sex service, with women in bikinis posing on beaches and beside pools. I watched for a couple of minutes, and then turned back to Steve and Sara, to find them kissing deeply, seeing her tongue lick along his lips, her hands in his short hair, their breathing audible as their passion grew. Feeling horribly uncomfortable, I sighed and started to get up. What happened next shocked me like nothing else.

Sara, still lost in her kiss with Steve, placed her hand high on my thigh, and gripped it with a strength like steel, preventing me from rising any more. I fell back down on the couch, and she broke away from her kiss with Steve to whisper in my ear, "Please, don't go…" He breath was hot on my ear, causing me to shudder, and my shaft, which was in a state of semi-hardness for the majority of the night, to come to full rigidity. She nibbled lightly on my ear, her hand on my thigh, creeping up to feel my cock through my jeans, rubbing the length of it slowly, her mouth came down to kiss my neck, feeling her kissing and licking, feeling her teeth lightly graze my flesh. I looked over at Steve with a confused, questioning fear, anxious for him not to be angry with what Sara was doing to me. Steve looked back at me with a smile and a chuckle that said "go for it", before starting to unbutton Sara's blouse.

Sara moaned as she felt Steve's hands on the smooth skin of her abdomen, her fingers working on the button and fly of my jeans. I positioned myself with my back against the arm of the couch, lifting my hips so she could take of my jeans, as Steve took off her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra. Steve's hands came around Sara's body and cupped her full breasts, squeezing them softly, as she took down the waistband of my silk boxers, exposing me, and with a look that one would associate with a pornstar in a blue movie, looked up into my eyes as she lowered her mouth onto my rod. My hands grasped the cushions of the couch as Sara peeled back my foreskin and licked and sucked on the head of my cock, rolling her tongue around the head, moaning as Steve pulled down the cups of her bra, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room. I arched my back and watched as my shaft disappeared into Sara's mouth, lifting my hips as I felt the gentle suction of her mouth, her lips sliding up and down my length, looking down her luscious body to see he g-string pulled aside by Steve and watch him lower his mouth and eat her pussy from behind. I felt her push back onto his mouth, and increase the speed and suction as she sucked my cock, closing my eyes and letting her work on me. My fingers tangled in her hair, my hand on the back of her head as my hips stared to buck, hearing her moan in enjoyment between Steve licking her snatch and my fucking of her mouth.

Sara moved onto her side, against the back of the couch, her legs splayed wide, letting me see her wondrous body, her full breasts with the large pink nipples spilling out over the cups of her bra, her panties pulled to one side to see a shaven-bare pussy, which Steve was going to town on, lapping at her clit as his fingers teased her netherlips, her hair askew as she blew me, seeming to lose herself in fellating me. I threw my head back over the arm of the couch, now both my hands on her head, not forcing her to suck me, but not wanting her to move too far, loving the feeling her talented mouth was giving me. She moaned on my cock as Steve rapidly licked her clit, his fingers invading her, his thick digits, sliding in and out. I looked down to see her nectar shine on his upper lip and nose, while he ate her out with total abandon, the enjoyment visible on his face. I watched her gyrate her hips, undulating on his face, her hand on the back of his head, pulling him closer to her snatch, much as my hands were on the back of her head as she took as much of my cock as she could in her current position. She pulled away from my shaft as she started to moan loudly, the two of us watching Steve tonguelash her clit and fingerfuck her pussy. I heard her moan and whimper as she pulled Steve's head tight to her sex, and then scream as she came, grinding herself against Steve's mouth as her orgasm rocked her, writhing and thrashing as waves of pleasure rolled over her.

Sara closed her eyes, panting and releasing Steve's head, but only took a moment to recover, before attacking my shaft again like a woman possessed. I felt her relax her throat as take my cock all the way into her mouth, looking up at me with a wanton, brazen look that sent a chill of passion up my spine as I felt her mouth envelope me. Steve wasn't finished by a long shot with Sara's wetness, and pulled out his own cock, nudging it against her pussy lips. She spread her legs wide, and with a guttural moan, accepted Steve's dick as he pushed his length inside her. Both of us bucked our hips, fucking her at both ends, while Sara seemed to enjoy every moment of being filled, moaning on my cock and fingering her clit as Steve slammed his rod deep inside her. Steve held onto Sara's hips and pulled her onto his dick with each thrust, which in turn, increased the speed of her lips sliding up and down my own shaft. Sara pulled he mouth off of me, looked down at Steve, then up at me. Her eyes flashed and blazed with absolute ecstasy as she locked her eyes on mine, showing her enjoyment, and then pulled my cock back into her mouth.

Sara raked her nails along Steve's chest, rolling her hips, fucking him as much as he was fucking her, her hand jerking my cock to go along with her blowjob. I myself tried to distract myself, thinking of anything to prolong myself, not wanting to cum yet. Steve on the other hand, was losing control; I could see it in his face. He pulled himself together for a moment and cocked his head as a signal for me to switch places with him.

I disengaged from Sara's mouth, and Steve and I traded places. Sara climbed up the couch so her back was up against the arm where I was, and Steve stood at the end of the couch, holding his cock out. Sara let her head fall off the back of the couch and sucked his cock into her mouth, her pretty throat exposed completely as she spread her legs for me. I held them as wide as they would go, watching as her petals opened of their own accord, and slid myself inside her, easily impaling her on my rod. We all gave a collective moan together, and fell into a wondrous rhythm, watching Steve pump his cock in and out of Sara's mouth, with her hands on her ample breasts, squeezing the tender flesh, and I thrusting away inside her, her skirt pushed up to a thin band around her waist, her black lace panties hooked to one side, as I pounded her smooth, bald, moist, glistening snatch. I closed my eyes yet again as a shudder of excitement flowed through me, and opened them to see Sara pinching her nipples, rolling and twisting them, her head hanging over the arm of the couch as she fellated Steve. I held on to the tops of her thighs for leverage, burying myself to the hilt with each thrust, feeling Sara's pussy clench and contract around me, spurring me on, bringing me closer to my release.

Steve groaned loudly, and with a look that, if you didn't know better, you'd think he was intense pain, pulled himself from Sara's mouth, aimed his cock at her breasts, and shot his load all over them, his thick white jizz coming in jets on her tits, her collarbone, her throat. Sara wailed as his seed landed on her, massaging it into her skin, and as his climax subsided, grabbed his cock and licked the remaining juice off him, cleaning his shaft.

As my cock slid in and out of Sara's hot, wet sex, I watched the terribly erotic sight of Steve unloading on Sara, watched as her fingers rubbed the sticky liquid into her flesh, watched her suck the remaining cum off of him, and now watched as she turned her total attention to me, licking the last of his juice of her fingers, her eyes heavy-lidded and half-closed as she beckoned me to cum, too.

"Oh, yes, Brock, fuck me, cum inside me, make me feel warm inside," she hissed, desperate for my release. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, before lifting a cum-covered breast to her mouth and licking the nipple, still coated with Steve's seed. That was too much for me, and as my cock twitched and swelled with each thrust, I felt myself lost in a full body-orgasm, my hips bucking involuntarily as I emptied myself inside her, feeling the hot jets of my cum escape my cock head, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me, hearing and feeling my orgasm trigger Sara into a second climax herself.


Servicing Sara Ch. 02



Servicing Sara, Part 2: The Beach

"Son of a bitch, it's hot…" I said to myself aloud as I wiped the sweat off the back of my neck. 103 degrees, and no AC in this damn apartment, I thought, I either gotta get a window unit or move somewhere with central air. I walked around the apartment, trying to find something to give me some relief, and finally cracked open a beer. Taking a sip and pressing the cold bottle against my forehead, I knew this would offer only temporary relief.

I was seriously considering heading down to the corner 7-11 and purchasing a Slurpee so I could pour it on my head, when the phone rang. I grumbled to myself, wondering who had the strength to make a phone call in this heat, I walked to the telephone and answered it.

"Y'ello?" I said in my familiar answering habit, and the voice on the other end made me forget the oppressive heat.

"Hi Brock? It's Sara."

Instantly I felt better as I remembered the beautiful woman on the other end of the line. It had been two weeks and a day since my best friend Steve and I had an amazing threesome with this amazing woman, and she had been the subject of almost every dream since. Steve had already started moving on with his life, but Sara still captivated my every thought and mood. This was the first time I had heard from her since that night, and I suddenly found myself short of breath. Somehow I was able to pull myself together to respond, "Hey Sara. How have you been?"

"Hot." The single word response was meant to be literal, I was sure, but it conjured up all kinds of thoughts and fantasies on my end. She continued, "I was wondering if you wanted to come down to the beach with me. I'm absolutely melting here at my place, and I need to get out of here. Whaddya say?"

I was thrilled, but I wanted to keep my enthusiasm to a minimum. "Uh, sure. I guess. I don't have any plans today, so… yeah, sure." That was non-chalant enough, I supposed. "I'll pick you up in, what, a half an hour?"

I could almost hear her grin on the other end. She agreed and gave directions to her place. I hung up the phone, did a small happy dance, and started looking around for something to wear. After five minutes of throwing everything I own around my bedroom, I selected a short pair of shorts to go underneath a baggy t-shirt and baggy cotton pants. Strapping on my sandals, I headed out to go pick up Sara.

It didn't take very long to get to her place. I pulled up and saw her waiting out front, and I was already starting to get excited just from seeing her. Wearing a thin top and a wrap around her waist, she sauntered over to the car and slid in, the picture of class. She smiled and leaned across the console, kissing me on the cheek and said, "Hey you…" I blushed a little at the kiss and listened to the directions, and drove the car down to the sea. Along the drive, I kept glancing at the thigh that peeked out from under the wrap, and seeing the perfectly tanned leg exposed made me shift a little in my seat as I drove, as I remembered the rest of her body exposed a couple weeks back. I shook the memory out of my mind as we drove to the beach, concentrating on the road.

I parked the car on the side of the road where Sara had indicated. Getting out, I followed her lead as she wended her way along the rocks close to the shore, seemingly in a random path from the road to the large rocks guarding the beach. At last, we came out at a secluded clearing, with a nice little patch of beach all to ourselves, cut off from the rest of the public. Sara and I spread out our blankets and we chatted a little. I pulled off my shirt and pants first, and Sara made a snide comment on how short my shorts were. I gave her a little look and turned my back, saying, "Hey, I don't want a farmer's tan." I grabbed something from my bag and started to turn around, "Not exactly cool to be… Jesus Christ!!!"

As I turned to face Sara, I saw that she had stripped out of her t-shirt and wrap, and was wearing the briefest of string bikinis. The black material hardly covered her beautiful breasts, and the bottoms were only slightly larger than her modesty at the front, and disappeared between the cheeks of her ass at the back. I had heard the expression 'a couple of bandages and some dental floss', but never had I seen something that so closely approximated it. I stood there for a moment, just looking at the nearly naked goddess in front of me, until Sara gave me a sideways smile, seeming to indicate I was making her a little uncomfortable. I shook myself back into coherence, and started to apply sunscreen to myself, feeling the sun beat down with an almost physical weight. After thoroughly covering myself, I looked over at Sara and offered the tube to her.

She smiled and said, "Do you wanna do my back?" I nodded graciously, and had her lie face down on her towel. Massaging the lotion into her skin, seeing her flesh glisten in the sunlight, my breathing became heavy as my thoughts had no choice but to return to the night two weeks ago, when I saw this beauty sucking my shaft as my friend ate her out from behind, with Sara in obvious enjoyment for every second. I felt her soft skin under my fingers, and relived every moment of that fantastic threesome in my mind, as my hands glided down from her neck, over her shoulder blades, down the small of her back and up the rise of her buttocks. I stopped for a moment, wondering if I should continue. Sara seemed to sense my hesitation, saying, "Go on. You don't want me to burn, do you?"

I chuckled a little at that, and rubbed the lotion into her firm ass cheeks, not spending an inordinate amount of time on them, but squeezing and kneading her ass before working my way down her legs. I massaged the lotion around her feet, up her ankles to her calves and then to her hamstrings, letting my fingers glide up her inner thighs. As my hands moved higher, she seemed to moan a little, but didn't open her thighs very much as all, which led me to believe that she didn't have any funny business in mind for the day. I moved up her back, along her sides, letting my fingers just barely touch the sides of her breasts, before proclaiming "All done!" and handing her the tube.

Sara gave me another sideways look, and took the tube from me, and rubbed the lotion onto her front. I lay back down on my towel, watching her hands touch herself, kind of aroused as she smoothed the lotion over her already tanned skin, along her ample breasts, her flat stomach, high on her legs and then downwards. She finished up and lay back down on her towel, face up. We both lay there in silence, feeling the sun bronze our bodies, while the cool breeze from the ocean made me completely comfortable and at ease.

I opened my eyes and looked over at Sara, seeing her relax on her towel, her wonderful body almost completely on display. I wondered if there was a chance I had blown, or a signal I hadn't picked up, or if I had completely misread the situation. The look she had given me when I stared at her, and that she hadn't offered me any access when I rubbed her inner thighs. Maybe she really did want some company sunbathing, and I was just being horny. I silently resigned myself to that reality, and lay back, happy lying there in the company of this beautiful woman. I opened my eyes when she flipped over, catching a long look at her backside and shapely legs, and smiled to myself, glad she had asked me to come out with her. If nothing else, she made for wonderful eye candy. I closed my eyes again and felt the breeze drift over me.

It seemed that only about fifteen minutes had passed when I heard stirring beside me. I opened my eyes to see Sara propped up on her elbows, looking over at me. "Brock," she said, "I think its time to re-apply."

I looked a little quizzically at her, stared for a long moment, then shrugged, and grabbed the tube of suntan lotion. I started smoothing the sunscreen into her back, and felt her melt under my hands. Noticing she didn't do this before, I got a little bold, and moved my hands quickly down her back to the swell of her ass. I took note of the fact that the original coat of sunscreen was still glistening on Sara's body, as my hands kneaded the firm flesh of her buttocks, spending more time than necessary rubbing the lotion in. She lifted her hips to intensify the contact, and I smiled to myself as I moved my hands lower to her thighs and calves. I rubbed the sunscreen in with a firm massage, down to her feet and back up again, and let my nails rake along the inside of her thighs as I moved upwards. This time her thighs parted invitingly, letting me get a good glimpse of the gusset of her bikini bottoms. My fingers stopped just short of the fabric, and I pulled my hands away, and with a slight tease in my tone, said, "Okay, your back's all finished."

Sara looked over her shoulder at me for a long moment, and I could hear her give a short exhale of frustration. "Well, can you do my front too?" she asked, and I could see that playful twinkle in her green eyes. I shrugged and gave her an affirmative response, and she started to turn over, dragging her heavy breasts along her towel, pulling one of the small triangles of her bikini top off her breast. As she came to rest on her back, I saw the exposed nipple, and felt myself start to get hard. She looked down at her breast, and then up into my eyes coyly, saying, "That's going to need some sunscreen."

I laughed a little and poured some sunscreen into my hand, then smoothed it over the uncovered breast, paying special attention to the exposed nipple. Rolling the nipple between my fingers, I watched Sara's face as she arched her back, pressing her ample breast to my hand. Aroused by her willingness I slid my had underneath the fabric covering her other breast and played with the unexposed nipple just as I was doing with the other. Sara looked at me playfully and said, "That doesn't need any sunscreen."

I raised my eyebrows as I said matter-of-factly, "I don't care."

The game and the tease finally finished, I leaned down and kissed Sara, our mouths meeting and opening, our bodies melting together as we sunk into the kiss. I lay my body on top of Sara's, tilting my head to deepen the kiss, my hands again seeking out her heavy breasts, pulling the second bikini cup off her and exposing her chest completely. She moaned contentedly as we kissed with a fervent passion, making out like a couple of teenagers, our slick bodies sliding over one another. I felt Sara's ample breasts crush against my chest as I lay on top of her, her excited nipples poking me. One of my legs came up between hers and nestled between her thighs, grinding against her sex, and I heard a soft groan escape her lips. I moved my leg up and down as I kissed her, rubbing against her most sensitive place, growing more aroused by her little noises as I pleasured her. I kissed my way down her body to her neck, finding the tender spot that makes her shiver. I pulled her hair just a little so I could get to her neck a little better, and was rewarded by a gasp and moan of ecstacy. I held onto her hair as I kissed her neck, and listened to her breathing turn into panting as I had found a real soft spot on her. I centered on that point, nibbling and sucking on it, holding her hair while kissing the gentle curve of her neck. 

I was about to move my mouth lower down her body when she surprised me, rolling me over and quickly sliding herself down, looking into my eyes, her expression one of lust, playfulness, desire. Her hands tugged down my shorts, allowing my fully hardened cock to spring free. I felt Sara's breasts drag over my shaft, back and forth, over and over, teasing me, feeling the nipples graze my rod, exhaling a long breath while feeling the soft flesh press against me. Finally she stopped her tease, and looked me right in the eye as she lowered her mouth to my shaft, flicking her tongue over the head of my cock. My hands instinctively went to the back of her head as my shaft disappeared between her lips, and my breathing became audible as I felt her warm mouth envelop my cock. She sucked lightly at fist, and then slowly intensified the blow job, and I watched her cheeks become concave as the suction strengthened. Her head bobbed up and down my knob, and my hands tangled in her hair, gripping it, my hips bucking lightly as I helped my cock slide between her lips. Her tongue flattened against the underside of my rod, her talented mouth working wonders on me. My eyes closed, I moaned loudly, my back arched and I was lost in the fantastic head this lovely woman was giving me.

I opened my eyes as I felt the cool air of the sea breeze on my shaft as she took me out of her mouth, and I watched as she took hold of me and licked long and slow, up and down my length. I couldn't help but close my eyes and lay my head back down upon the towel feeling her tongue upon me, and relaxed totally, giving myself to her. Her technique was flawless as she licked right down to the base of my shaft, down to my balls, sucking one, then the other into her mouth, massaging each nut with her tongue, then licking her way back up to my cock head, rolling her tongue around the bulb. She continued the soft licking for a few fantastic moments that felt like hours, before plunging her head back down on my cock, engulfing it. I was surprised at the speed and ferocity with which she attacked my shaft, involuntarily forcing my ass to clench and push my hardness deeper into her throat.

Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Sara once again surprised me. She pulled her lips off my rod, leaving my member throbbing and twitching as it stood at full attention, so hard it hurt. She then sat up, hooked her bikini bottoms to one side, and slowly straddled me. She hovered over my rod, and played with herself for a couple moments, teasing me as she spread her folds, touching herself, dipping a finger inside her wetness and smearing the nectar on the head of my cock as it twitched and held itself upright. She then looked deep into my eyes, her own eyes, heavy lidded and glazed over with lust as she held my shaft, and slowly sank down on it, emitting a long, soft moan as my cock slid inside her. Her pussy felt so wonderfully tight as her mound reached my pubic bone, and she held herself there, squeezing my shaft, her head sagging back slightly as she felt me fill her. I felt her velvet walls conform to the shape of my cock, and then felt her slowly pull herself up as she began to ride me. My hands held her waist and I guided her up and down, my eyes meeting hers and seeing the look of rapture on her face, her own hands coming up to caress her breasts, to pinch her nipples as she slid her snatch up and down my cock. I couldn't help but close my eyes at the fantastic sensation of her tight pussy gripping my shaft while she fucked it and arch my back as I moaned her name. She responded by quickening the pace, placing her hands on my chest and driving her sex faster and harder down on my rod.

I opened my eyes and took in the lovely sight of Sara fucking me, barely wearing her bikini, her body glistening with sweat and tanning lotion, her hands covering her breasts, squeezing them as they bounced with each thrust, her long, tanned, smooth legs tensing and relaxing each time she thrusted her hips onto my shaft. I bucked my hips, needing to get deeper inside her, meeting her thrusts, and buried myself as deep as I could inside her. I watched her throw her head back and her back arch, and I responded by bringing my hands up to cover hers on her breasts, squeezing them. I heard Sara whimper sweetly, and slam herself down harder onto me, her arousal taking over her completely. She rode me with wild abandon, crying out and taking a hand off her breast to play with her clit, masturbating herself as she impaled herself over and over on my hardness. The very sight was almost too much to take, and I wanted to prolong our lovemaking. I closed my eyes as she slammed herself down on me, kneading the supple flesh of her breast, trying not to let myself go too quickly, but the erotic sounds of her moans and whimpers were far to arousing. I had to open my eyes, and saw her throw her head all the way back, her back arched dramatically, her long golden tresses cascading all the way down to her ass as she gave in to her passion. Sara began to tremble and quiver, and I felt her snatch start to spasm on my shaft, gripping me even tighter through my thrusts. Her fingers still busied themselves on her clit, intensifying her climax as her body twitched violently, her cries so erotic, her moans so arousing.

I couldn't hold back any longer with this beautiful creature in the throes of ecstacy while impaled on my shaft, and my ass clenched again as I felt my own orgasm start. The familiar tingle in the head of my cock swelled and erupted into the explosion of my climax, and I called out Sara's name, shouting it as I lost all conscious control of myself. I bucked and writhed underneath her as I pumped my cock in and out of her sodden snatch, shooting thick streams of my seed into her pussy, hearing her cry out again as she felt me coat her velvet walls. I felt her tense again and saw her look down at me with a combination of lust and satisfaction, and then lower herself, pressing her luscious body to mine, kissing me with a deep, powerful passion with my shaft still buried deep with in her. My breathing was ragged as I returned her kiss, feeling her breasts pressed against my chest, feeling her weight press down on me as she lay exhausted on top of me, as spent as I.

We lay there for a while like that, basking in both the sun and our afterglow, feeling our juices drip onto me. I don't know how many minutes passed before Sara rolled off me. We adjusted our tanning attire and lay together on the beach for the rest of the day, blissfully worshipping the sun.



Servicing Sara Ch. 03



Servicing Sara, Part 3: and Traci

"So, Brock, will you do it?" Sara's voice said over the phone. 

What was I going to say? No? Here was easily the most gorgeous woman I had ever met, asking me if I would help out with a girl's night she had planned. About a dozen or so women that Sara knew would be at her new place for the evening on Friday, and she was hoping that I'd tend bar and generally clean up so she could spend most of her time socializing with her friends as opposed to spending the whole night rushing around playing hostess. I was half hard just thinking about it, and it took me about two hot seconds to decide to help her out. Sara gave me the details on how to get to her new apartment, and what time to be there, and following that, said good bye and hung up.

I sat there for a moment and counted my blessings. Sara was easily turning into the most exciting woman I had ever met, so this wasn't a hard decision to come out and help her tonight. I looked over my wardrobe to figure out what would be best. After only a couple of minutes, I picked out a gray dress shirt and black cotton pants. I quickly showered and cleaned myself up, and before too long, I was dressed and ready to go. I killed the remaining time until I had to be at the apartment by going over my bartender's bible, familiarizing myself with some of the more popular cocktails, and some simple shooters. I laid the book on my coffee table and headed out to Sara's.

As I drove across town, my mind drifted back to the two memorable trysts I had had with Sara, first with Sara and my friend Steve in a threesome, and the second, just her and I on the beach. The memories were rather vivid, and I had to shake myself back to the here and now as I almost hit a Nissan. The remainder of the drive took me across town, and it took me a couple of minutes to find the right building. Sara greeted me at the door to her place, wearing a beige top and mini-skirt, classy yet sultry. She gave me a smile and a french kiss that made me momentarily forget why I had come over, and then showed me inside to her new place. I was immediately impressed by the layout and the stylish décor. Spacious and cozy at the same time, she had a knack for putting the right picture or decoration in the right place, and gave the place a very warm and inviting feel. 

I headed to the kitchen, which was separated from the living room by the breakfast island that I would be using as the bar for the night. I checked Sara's supplies in the kitchen, and finding her to be well prepared for the night, I started setting up, laying out glasses, cutting limes and lemons and the like. Sara for her part was doing the final tidy up, lighting some vanilla oil in a diffuser, and making her living room the ultimate place for a dozen girls to have a good time.

Just as I had about finished getting my bar finished, there was a knock on the door. Sara answered it, and ushered the first couple of her guests for the night into the apartment. They exchanged pleasantries and the girls looked around the place, and commented on the bartender standing at the ready. I smiled as they looked over at me, and continued to finish setting up the bar. Over the next forty-five minutes, Sara ended up continually answering the door until there were a grand total of thirteen women inside the apartment, besides Sara.

I was very impressed with the look of the crowd. The law of averages would say that there would have to be at least one of the fourteen women in the apartment that I wouldn't find attractive. The law was wrong, as every single woman there was pretty, and had a figure I couldn't find fault with. I couldn't believe my luck and there were way worse ways to spend a Friday night; this sure as hell beat watching cable and eating chips, which was my initial plan for the night. 

One of the women in particular caught my eye. A very, very pretty young lady with long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a gorgeous figure that was both voluptuous and tight at the same time, encased in a lacy top and leather mini-skirt, her toned calves accentuated by the heels she wore. When I wasn't making drinks or looking at Sara, my eyes always seemed to drift to lace-top, and I made a mental note of where she was at all times.

I was fortunate that for my meager bartending skills, the orders I took were not too difficult. Most of the ladies wanted something simple: a jack and coke, a seven-and-seven, a bloody mary, etc. Sara seemed to have a good idea what her friends liked as I didn't have to go without in terms of supplies for too many of the drink orders. I did a general clean-up, clearing glasses and plates and keeping the place tidy. I caught Sara'a eye as she was talking to the girl in the lace top, and she had something of an enigmatic smile at our eyes met. I looked at her for a long second before one of the guests playfully slapped my ass and made some lewd comment that I didn't quite catch. I gave the stock answer I had in mind for the night, "Hey, no fraternizing with the help." That elicited another comment that made me roll my eyes as I carried the glasses back to the kitchen. I now had confirmation of what I had heard before: women were as bad as men. I got back behind the bar and busied myself doing some re-stocking.


When I looked up from my cleaning, I saw the woman in the lace-top standing on the other side of the bar. She had a strange demure smile on her face as I asked what I could get her. She leaned on the bar, resting her chin on her middle finger, looked up at me and said, "How about a Screaming Orgasm?" 

It wasn't so much what she said, but they way that she said it, coupled with the look she gave me, a smouldering, seductive stare that gave me a slight shiver. I was a little caught off-guard, but regained my composure fast enough to respond with a smile, "Sorry, sweetheart, I'm out of pineapple juice. Anything else I can do for you?"

Lace-top gave me a sideways glance and said "Crown and ginger, please." I kept my eyes on her as I prepared her cocktail, and she looked right back into my eyes the entire time. There was an electricity between us as we stared at each other, and I breathed deeply to retain my composure. Passing the drink to her, she took it and started to walk away, then looked back over her shoulder to say, "Too bad you couldn't help me out with my first order. I always tip well."

Again, it was the tone of her voice that told me she wasn't taking about a cash gratuity, and my jaw dropped at her comment. I stood there for a moment like a gaping idiot before I gave my head a shake, poured myself a shot of Crown, and knocked it back. I watched lace-top walk away, and exhaled a long breath. She had it going on.

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful on my end. None of Sara's guests got out of hand or fall-down drunk, but everyone seemed to have a great time and generally enjoy themselves. Without many messes to clean up or emergencies to attend to, Sara was free to have fun with the rest of her guests, and I just sat back, poured the drinks, and took in the lovely sights inside the apartment. 

As the night drew towards a close, the guests slowly started to trickle out. I looked over the last few stragglers, quietly wishing they would hurry up and go so I could be alone with Sara. Lace-top was still there, and I kept checking her out as I cleared the last of the glasses and dirty dishes. I turned and went into the kitchen with the plates and glasses, washed them in the sink, and started taking down the bar. As I had everything pretty neat and tidy anyways, I was almost finished when I heard Sara say, "Okay, good night, and have a safe trip home," which was followed by silence. 

Believing to be alone with Sara now, I looked up, and frowned immediately in seeing one guest still left behind: Lace-top. I groused a little under my breath as I washed the sink, and finished my cleaning, silently cursing the lone remaining guest for still being there. I looked up to see Sara and the woman walking hand in hand towards the kitchen, and as they arrived in front of me, Sara stood behind Lace-top.

"Brock, have you met Traci?"

I smiled, "Umm, Crown and ginger, right?" 

Traci giggled a little, and Sara continued, "Well, Brock, Traci is a good friend of mine. A VERY good friend of mine, and I'd like you two to get to know each other." With that, Sara brushed the long hair off Traci's neck and placed one long, sweet kiss just below Traci's ear. I leaned back against the counter-top, unable to believe what I was seeing as Sara's hands ran over of Traci's lace top as she placed more long lingering kisses on the side of her neck. Traci moaned lightly, and tilted her head to the side, accepting Sara' affections, while Sara's hands slid over Traci's breasts, rubbing softly and slowly.

I watched silently, not wanting to interrupt, as Sara started to make love to this beautiful creature in front of me, and my cock hardened completely as I watched Traci turn her head, bring her arm around behind her to the back of Sara's head, and draw Sara into a deep passionate kiss over her shoulder. I saw Sara's hands squeeze Traci's breasts as the passion from the kiss consumed her, and find Traci's nipples through the fabric of her top. Both women moaned into each other's mouths as I saw both tongues play with one another, and I couldn't help but give my cock a squeeze through my slacks.

Traci broke the kiss, and turned to me, beckoning me to come closer. Entranced, I did exactly that, and Traci met me in a powerful kiss, holding my head and sliding her tongue into my mouth, taking my breath away for a moment. I felt her hand come down and grab my shaft, making me gasp and kiss her harder. Opening my eyes and glancing over her shoulder, I saw Sara stare at us with a look of lust and anticipation. I ground my shaft against Traci's hand, as my own hand came around back of the two ladies, grabbing Sara by the ass and pulling her against Traci. Sara responded by nibbling on Traci's ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth and sliding her hands up to Traci's shoulders to the spaghetti straps of her top. The straps started to slide down Traci's upper arms before she broke her kiss with me, pulled away from Sara's mouth and led us by the hand to the couch. 

Sitting between Sara and myself on the couch, Traci took one of our hands each and placed it on the straps to her top, and let us tug them down, until the bodice of her top peeled away from her perfect breasts, the lovely pink-capped orbs exposed and begging to be touched. I bent my head and sucked one of the delicious nubs between my lips as Sara leaned over and resumed kissing the lovely lady between us, caressing Traci's other breast, while her free hand cradled Traci's head. My tongue ran in circles over Traci's nipple, feeling it harden as I licked, and I listened as both women made little noises of pleasure, my eyes opening to see Traci caressing one of Sara's breasts in turn.

I covered Traci's nipple with my mouth, sucking the whole of it into my mouth, my tongue feathering the tip of the nipple, and I watched from below while the ladies tilted their heads, deepening the kiss, their lips locked tight together as their tongues danced. My hands moved on their own it seemed, and slid up Traci's thigh just under the hem of her mini-skirt, and was rewarded with her thighs parting, inviting me to go higher. I pulled my hand away from Traci's leg, and grabbed Sara's hand from the other breast, guiding it down to Traci's upper thigh. I heard Traci gasp a little, her thighs parted even more, and Sara and I responded by tracing our fingers slowly up Traci's thigh, pushing up Traci's skirt all the way, exposing her panties; a white lacy, flimsy g-string that didn't hide much. Sara's hand glided lightly back and forth along Traci's thigh, right beside her pussy as I played with Traci's panties, rubbing them over her mound, drawing the g-string up between her lips. I started licking along the inside of one thigh, feeling her legs open wider, inviting me to their center. I resisted, keeping up my tease, closing my eyes and licking along the full length of Traci's thigh. 

I reveled in my closeness to her for what seemed to be forever, before I opened my eyes and looked up to see Sara's top gone, the cups of her bra pulled down, and Traci's mouth fastened to one of her nipples, her lips covering the dark pink nub, and Sara's head thrown back in ecstasy. I watched Traci pleasure Sara for a couple of long moments, before I moved my head all the way between her legs. 

I pulled Traci's panties to one side, looking at her neatly trimmed pussy, seeing it glisten with her wetness, smelling her wonderful aroma. Extending my tongue, I licked ever so lightly on her labia, tasting the nectar that had seeped out of her sex. I slow increased the pressure of my tongue, roaming about between her thighs, dipping my tongue inside of her, then lapping at her clit, then beside her pussy at her outer lips, up and down along her thighs, until I felt her hands at the back of my head, holding me in position with my mouth directly over her clit. I closed my eyes yet again, and drew her clit between my lips, sucking on it while one of my fingers found its way inside her, feeling her ample wetness surround the digit. I couldn't help but start pumping it into her, slowly fingerfucking her as my mouth released her clit and I languidly licked on and around her button.

I opened my eyes again to see Sara watching me eat Traci, meeting her gorgeous green eyes, seeing them glazed over with lust, her breast still being ravaged by Traci's mouth, as the pretty blonde made love to the offered breast. Sara smiled a little, slid her hand down Traci's body to her pussy, and deftly spread her netherlips, opening them and pulling Traci's clit hood back, completely exposing it to me. I responded by flattening my tongue and giving her clit several long slow licks, looking up at Traci as I checked her response.

Traci 's hips bucked immediately, and she pulled away from Sara's boob for a moment to moan and gasp, before regaining her composure and leaning up to kiss Sara. Traci's hips started undulating as she humped my face, riding my tongue and my finger, and moaning softly into Sara's mouth as they kissed. I licked Sara's fingers a little as she held Traci open for me, and winked at her before turning my full attention to the sex of this wonderful creature beneath me. I lapped at Traci's clit rapidly and hungrily, using mostly just the tip of my tongue on the top of her clit, sliding a second finger inside her and was rewarded by feeling Traci's hand on the back of my head, pulling my hair and simultaneously pushing me towards her wetness. Her hips gyrated and bucked as her passion increased and I felt her hand pushing me harder against her, now hearing her moaning getting louder and longer, hearing my name in them as I continued my onslaught on her snatch, trying to keep up with her as she ground on my face. 

I looked up to see Sara bend her head and capture one of Traci's taut nipples into her mouth, and felt an immediate reaction, as Traci's thighs clamped onto my head, her hips lifting off the couch, her moans turning into cries as her orgasm started. I maintained my affections on her pussy while she came, licking more rapidly, fluttering my tongue on her clit as she rode my face through her climax. Her moans as she came were so arousing I found myself completely hard, and when her body settled and relaxed, slumping back down on the couch, her legs spread wide wantonly, the expression on her face saying she was satisfied, yet wanting more, I was more than ready to oblige.

I positioned Traci so she was lying length-wise on the sofa, and kneeled in between her legs. I took my shaft in my hand and slowly poked it against the entrance to her snatch, easing myself inside. Sara came down off the couch to lean against me, her hand on top of mine as I held myself, pushing my member deeper into Traci, turning my face to kiss her while her hand was wrapped around me. Traci spread her lovely legs wider, and moaned so sweetly as I slid all the way inside her that I swear I thought I was going to cum right then and there. It took everything I had to compose myself, and start thrusting into her, her warm wet pussy conforming to my shaft, and immediately I started feeling that tingle in my groin. Knowing I wasn't going to last long, I was determined to make the most of it, kissing Sara deeply as my rod pumped inside Traci, my tongue delving deep into one blonde's mouth as my shaft slid even deeper inside the other blonde. 

Traci's impossibly long legs wrapped around my waist, clenching me, and I responded by raising myself onto my knees, lifting Traci's hips off the couch as I held her waist tightly. I continued slamming my cock as deep as I could inside her sodden snatch. Sara kissed me with an even more fervent passion as her hand came down to finger Traci's clit and rubbed it while I impaled Traci on my shaft. As I kissed Sara, I looked down at Traci, her face locked in an expression of absolute rapture, her full breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust of my member into her.

The visual coupled with the sensation was far too much for me to hold out any longer, and I arched my back, throwing my head back, my mouth wide as, with a gutteral shout, I came like I never had before, my seed shooting deep inside Traci. I heard her cry out in ecstasy as she felt my cum warm her inside, and felt her pelvis slam against mine as she milked my cock of all its juices, her hands on my abdomen touching and feeling my six-pack before they came around my waist and held me tightly while I came ever so hard.

I wanted to lean forward and kiss Traci deeply, but I was completely spent, and collapsed onto the arm of the couch behind me. Through half lidded eyes I looked at Traci, her legs still spread with my cum seeping out of her, her chest heaving, so absolutely sexy. Sara smiled, smoothed her hands along Traci's firm body, and lowered her head between Traci's legs, licking our combined juices out of the other blonde. I watched Sara eat Traci's hot snatch, watching the white droplets of my cum disappear as her tongue bathed Traci's pussy, then wriggled deep inside her to gather as much of my cum as she could. After she had licked as much of my seed as she could she looked at me with a brazen smile. I smiled back at Sara, by way of a thank you, but she just looked at me blankly.

"I hope you don't think you're finished."

I was a little surprised, as usually I'm done after an orgasm, especially after one like that. Sara, however took Traci and I by the hand, and led us, although weak-kneed, to her bedroom. She lit a couple of candles and peeled off the rest of her clothes as I sat at the head of the bed and Traci at the middle. I looked Sara in the eyes, so attracted to her, but then down at my now softening cock, and wondered if it was more than just decoration for the rest of the night. Sara then came back to the bed, laying her head down on the pillows beside me and with her lower body down by Traci, she then cupped and caressed her breasts, playing with her ample tits, teasing the nipples into hardness, all the while looking me right in the eyes. 

She finished pinching the nubs into hardened peaks, and then smoothed her hands down along her body to her wetness, immediately slipping two fingers inside herself. I saw her close her eyes and her jaw slacken as her fingers quickly pistoned in and out of herself, hearing the liquid squishing sounds of her fucking her sodden snatch with her digits. Traci had moved in closer, having stripped off the rest of her clothes, her face just inches away from Sara's sex, watching her play with herself, kissing Sara's inner thigh.