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The Next Room

By: silenceup2nogood



"Well at least the company put us in a nice hotel." Rick said. "Not like that dump in Chicago."

Beside me, Fred grunted his agreement.

Rick was right, this hotel was four star. The three of us were standing in the lobby with our bags, having just arrived from the airport for a two day sales convention. The first three floors were open and had glass windows all the way to the roof. The lobby was large, with trees and a fountain. On one side was a small restaurant.

"And the scenery is much nicer too." Fred said.

She came walking out of the restaurant, instantly noticeable in the crowd. Short blonde hair just above the shoulders and wearing sunglasses against the afternoon sun. She was dressed in a dark business suit that showed her figure, short skirt over dark stockings. The kind with a seam up the back. You just knew she had garters under that skirt. No cheap pantyhose for this one. In one hand she held a stylish briefcase. Over her shoulder she had a leather overnight bag and her purse. Everything about her said "expensively hot".

"Definitely nicer," I agreed.

The woman stopped, setting her briefcase down. She reached into the purse and pulled out a cell phone. The three of us watched her as she talked. My eyes traveled up and down her body in appreciation. I'm sure my buddies were doing the same. After a quick minute, she put the cell phone away, picked up her briefcase and walked towards the elevators, disappearing from our sight.

"Definitely nicer."

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"So that was a wasted afternoon of boring business seminars," Rick said.

The three of us were in the elevator, heading to our hotel rooms. The elevator stopped on the twelfth floor and we got out. It was a short walk to our rooms. I had 1212, Fred and Rick were across the hall in 1213 and 1215.

"What do you want for dinner?" Rick asked. We paused as the two of them tossed their briefcases in their rooms then entered mine. "Sushi maybe?"

"Damned you got the better view." Fred said.

The maid had apparently opened the curtains. The sun was just going down and the building lights were coming on. From the twelfth floor the downtown looked magical. I tossed my briefcase on the bed and went in to use the restroom.

"We had sushi in Dallas." I said through the bathroom door. "I'm thinking steak, what do you think?"

I didn't hear an answer so I flushed, washed my hands then went out. Fred and Rick were standing next to the connecting door leading to the next room. They had the one on my side open and both had their ears against the door for the other side. I started to say something but Fred put his finger to his lips for quiet and motioned me over.

"Listen to this," he whispered.

At first I didn't hear anything then I started to make something out. Muffled moaning. I turned slightly and they became clearer. Female muffled moaning of the lusty kind. Fred reached down and tried the door handle. We were all surprised when it turned.

"Oh shit, it's unlocked!" he said quietly.

He pushed it slowly open a crack, careful not to make a sound. As it opened, the moaning became clearer. It was a woman's voice alright and it sounded as if she was excited. It sounded like she was having sex. We put our eyes to the crack.

I could see a woman's figure on the bed. She was naked except for dark stockings with the seam up the back and a pair of black high heels. Her body was turned away, so we couldn't see her face. We could though tell she was good looking.

She was on her hands and knees on the bed and between her legs we see her bare pussy. She had a dildo in it and her hand is pushing it slowly in and out. She was moaning quite loudly, clearly excited.

"Fuck, look at that!" Rick mouthed silently.

The three of us watched as the woman masturbated. She slid that dildo in and out at a pretty good pace. 

Sometimes she would pull it completely out and rub it up and down between her pussy lips. We can hear then a buzzing from the dildo as it vibrated. Fred opened the door slightly more. From what we could see it appeared the woman was alone.

She continued to masturbate, getting more and more excited as she did. Sometimes she took her hand away, leaving the dildo sticking in her, and ran a finger up and down between her ass cheeks, teasing her anus. After a few times, she let one of her fingers slide into her ass hole to the first joint.

As she was doing this, the dildo began to slowly slide from her pussy. She tried to remove her finger and catch it before it popped out, but didn't succeed. The dildo slid out and dropped on the bed between her legs. I saw her hand reach down to try and find it.

Fred pushed the door soundlessly opened then and walked into the room. She didn't hear him enter. While she was searching, Fred walked up to the bed. He grabbed the dildo, picking it up and moved it forward until the tip is posed at her pussy. Then he pushed it in.

The woman's body gave a start at the dildo's touch and turned to look over her shoulder. I can't see her face because Fred's body was blocking my view, but I can hear her voice. And see his hand on the dildo pushing it slowly into her.

"What...Who...What are you doing?" she stammered.

"Let me do that for you." Fred said as he began to stroke the dildo in and out of her pussy.

"Stop...Don't...No...No...Stop..."

She was clearly confused, saying he should stop, yet her body was reacting to his actions. Her hips began moving back and forth, first slowly, then faster as the dildo excited her. It was an amazing sight for me and Rick standing in the door unseen.

"You don't reaaaaalllly want me to stop, do you?" Fred asked.

He pushed the dildo all the way into her and stirred it around. This caused the woman to moan loudly and drop her head to the bed.

"I don't know you, oh god. Stop, no don't stop."

Fred pulled the dildo out and placed it between the lips of the woman's pussy. He slid it up and down, playing the tip across the top of her pussy where her clit was. She moaned deeply at this.

"Now doesn't that feel good?" he asked.

"Oh damned yes! No, don't stop. Don't stop."

It sounded like the woman was close to having an orgasm. She was moaning almost constantly now. But Fred has always been a bastard, so just before she cums, he pulled the dildo out of her and stepped back.

"God don't stop." She said almost pleading. "Put it back in. Fuck me."

Fred chuckled, looked back at Rick and me in the door, and nodded.

"I think you're being too loud." He said. "Maybe you need something in that mouth to shut you up."

It might seem strange but then the three of us were old college buddies from the same fraternity. We'd triple teamed a co-ed or two while in college so sharing wasn't a problem. I just hoped she didn't freak when she saw us. When I saw her face I realized I needn't worry.

It was the gorgeous blonde we'd seen in the lobby. Her eyes were a striking blue. As I walked up I noticed there was a laptop computer on a chair pulled up next to the bed. On it was one of those clip-on video cameras aimed with a view of the bed. Rick and I walked around to stand behind the computer.

Next to the woman was her overnight bag. It was open and on top of the clothes I could see several more sex toys. A couple of more dildos and vibrators of various sizes. An egg vibrator with a controller. A string of anal beads. Even a small riding crop.

"My friends and I heard you from next door." Fred said. He teased her with the dildo, barely touching the tip against her pussy. "I think some hard cock is much better than cold plastic."

He pushed the dildo back into her.

"Don't you?"

"Oh yes, fuck me." She moaned. "All three of you. Fuck me!"

Rick immediately started taking off his clothes. I decided to wait a bit and watch the action. Fred pulled the dildo he held out and tossed it on the bed. Reaching forward he grabbed one of the thinner vibrators from her bag. I can see the woman had her hand on her pussy, and was masturbating with a finger. He took the vibrator and slid the tip between the lips of her pussy. He pushed it around, poking her fingers, getting the vibrator wet with her juices.

"You're a slut, letting a stranger fuck you with a dildo, aren't you?"

He raised the vibrator to her anus, teasing the little brown hole of her ass with the tip.

"A hot little slut." He pushed the vibrator into her ass. "A fucking whore."

He pushed the vibrator in further, until just the base is sticking out. Then he grabbed the base and twisted it, turning the vibrator on.

"That feel good slut? It turn you on?"

He slapped her ass a couple of times.

"Oh yes! I'm a whore. I'm a slut." She moaned.

"Just a worthless piece of fuck meat?" He asked, and slapped her ass again.

"Oh yes, god that's me."

He grabbed the vibrator and began to stroke it in and out of her ass. Rick stepped up and grabbed each side of her head, lifting her face towards his stiff cock. She doesn't hesitate, immediately opening her mouth. Her lips are red and full as they stretch around Rick's cock.

"What's with the camera?" I asked.

"You got a boyfriend? Is he watching you fuck yourself? You doing a bit of cybersex?" I asked as Fred slapped her on the ass again. "Bet he's surprised to see how ready you are to let some strangers fuck his girlfriend."

"God yes." She said as she licked Rick's cock. "He's watching right now."

"What's his name?"

"Bob, his name is Bob."

"Hi Bob." Fred waved to the camera. "Hope you enjoy watching us fuck your girlfriend."

"What's your name?" Rick asked her.

The woman clearly hesitated, looking around. Rick's got one hand on her head. He twisted his fingers in her hair and roughly pulled her head up to look at him. Fred chuckled behind her. He'd taken his cloths off and was on the bed behind her.

"I asked you what your name was bitch!" Rick asked again.

"Barb...Barbara. My name is Barbara."

He lightly slapped her cheek with his cock.

"That's not your name." He said.

I unclip the camera from the laptop. It has several feet of cord. I walk to one side and pan it over her body. Fred had removed the vibrator from her ass and is about to stuff his cock in there instead. I can see that even with the rough treatment she's still fingering herself.

"Tonight your name is Fuck Meat." Rick said slapping her face with his cock again.

I kept the camera pointed at her face, but I can see Fred pushing the head of his cock into her ass.

"Say it!" Rick ordered. "Say, my name is Fuck Meat!"

Fred with the head of his cock firmly in her ass reached forward and grabbed her shoulders.

"Noooo," she moaned.

"Say it bitch!"

Fred shoved his hips forward and pulled her back at the same time, ramming his cock up her ass. He then began fucking her with long deep strokes.

"Come on," I say putting the camera right down in front of her face. "Tell your boyfriend what your new name is."

"My name...my name is...my name is Fuck Meat."

"Good girl." Rick said then pushed his cock into her mouth. "Yeah, that's a nice little slut. Eat my cock."

The two of them double teamed her for a few minutes while I walk around the bed with the camera. Rick and Fred had done a few girls without me, and they knew what they were doing. They got into a rhythm of both pushing forward and pulling back at the same time. Rick held her head firmly and pushed his cock into her mouth to the root while Fred reached under her and took her nipples between his fingers, pulling on them while he fucked her ass. Little gurgling moans escaped around Rick's cock and drool dripped down her chin. Her eyes were fluttering and barely open. Clearly she was enjoying their actions.

"Ready for some of this?" Rick asked me.

I smiled and handed him the camera, then began to undress.

"You're in for a treat now, Fuck Meat." Rick said with a chuckle, pulling his cock from her mouth. "Wait until the 'Treetrunk' gets a hold of you. You'll shit yourself."

Like I'd said, the three of us were frat brothers from college. You do some pretty stupid things when you pledge with a fraternity. Once we'd had to streak the campus cafeteria. That had been the first time we'd all seen each other naked. Now I don't want to brag, since both Fred and Rick were well endowed but there was a reason my frat brothers called me 'Treetrunk'.

Fred pulled out of her ass, got off the bed and came around to her face. "Here, clean me off," he ordered.

Before she could say no, he had his cock, fresh from her ass, down her throat. She struggled a little but since he had her head firmly in his hands she couldn't do anything but suck his cock.

"Look at what you get to take now." He said, turning her head towards me. Her eyes went wide and she mumbled protests around his cock when she saw me. He chuckled. "Eleven inches and thick as your wrists sweetheart. Get ready to be royally fucked."

Like I said there's a reason they call me 'Treetrunk'.

While she sucked Fred, I walked around behind her. I climbed up on the bed between her legs. Fred had done a petty good job of fucking her ass. It still gapped open. She must be really enjoying the treatment we were putting her through because pussy juices are running down both of her legs and wetting the sheets. I decided I would get a little of that myself first.

She gave a jump when the head of my cock made contact with her pussy. Fred laughed from his end and I could see him push his hips forward. She had no choice but to move back and this caused the lips of her pussy to part and wrap themselves around the head of my cock. She's very wet and very warm. I let her move rearward until she's as far back as I think she can get. Then winking at Fred I shove myself forward.

A scream of pure lust rips from her throat, muffled by Fred's cock. I got about half my length in her. I pulled back a bit and grabbing her around the waist push forward again. As I sunk into her I feel her body start to shiver and her pussy got really wet. She wa coming around my cock. I get balls deep and hold it there enjoying the way her pussy milked my cock as she has her orgasm. After a minute or so I started fucking her.

It only took a couple of dozen or strokes and I was moving easily in and out. Her pussy was still tight as a glove one size small, but she'd juiced so much when she'd cum that I almost expected my cock to squeak as it fucked her. She'd had one orgasm but still was highly turned on. Moans and 'oh my gods' kept coming from her mouth.

I had my hands around her waist and then I slid a thumb down the crack of her ass. I rubbed it across her gapping anus then pushed it inside of her. Pushing down I could feel my cock through the flesh of her asshole. Taking my other hand I slipped it under her and put it on her stomach. I could feel my cock there too, under the skin of her belly. I pressed both hands together squeezing her around my cock then really started stoking it in and out. Another scream of lust came out of her mouth and she came again, twitching and bucking around my cock.

Fred had pulled his cock out of her mouth when she had cum. He was standing next to Rick. Both of them were stroking their cocks with their hands. Rick still had the camera and had it pointed towards her face.

"Time for a little face cream, Fuck Meat." Rick said grabbing the back of her head and pulling her face up. "Open wide."

Rick gave a moan and big spurts of cum shot out the head of his cock. It hit her in the face splattering her across the forehead and down her nose. She gasped and her mouth opened and closed. Just as Rick was finishing, Fred gave a moan and stroking his cock rapidly started coming too. His cum hit a little lower, dripping across her lips and into her mouth. I felt her pussy clench around my cock as she came a third time.

All this fucking was getting me close to my own orgasm. Now I liked pussy as much as the next guy, but this girl seemed to be enjoying the rough pace we were putting her through too much to just waste it. I gave her a few more deep strokes then slowly pulled my cock out of her.

Rick and Fred had pulled up chairs next to the computer. Rick grinned when he saw I still had a hard-on. 

The girl was still on her hands and knees but she had her head hanging down. I grabbed the back of her head and lifted it so I could look at her face. Rick and Fred must have been saving it up, because there was a hell of a lot of ropy drips of cum across her face. She had a dazed look that only women brought to the edge of sexual frenzy get.

"On your back, Fuck Meat." I ordered her. "I'm gonna get a bit of that mouth."

She laid down on the bed and rolled over. I took her under each arm and pulled her forward until her neck was on the edge of the bed and her head hung over it upside down.

"Ready for a bit of face fucking, slut? I'm gonna shove this dick so far down your throat it comes out of your ass."

I positioned the head of his cock between her lips. They stretched wide and almost don't reach. She struggled a bit at the pressure but didn't try and get away.

"I can't...it's too big." She protested. "It won't fit."

I laughed a little.

"Sure it will," I said. "You're just going to have to work for it."

I started with short strokes, letting the head of my cock pop in and out of her mouth. She may have been hesitant at first but soon I felt her tongue flicking across the head when I pulled almost out.

"How's that taste, bitch?" I asked. "That's your pussy juice you taste."

Soon I'm going deep enough I can feel tightness around the tip of my cock. I can tell I'm approach the entrance of her throat. Occasional my cock causes her to gag and then she pusheded against my hips as she sputters. I put my hands around her head and pull her a little further off the bed. I knew from experience this would line her throat up straight and make it easier for me to go deep.

"Here we go!"

I pushed my hips forward sliding my cock firmly into her mouth. I felt it hit that tightness and I paused. 

She gagged and as she did I pushed myself forward. I felt a pop. She coughed and seemed to choke but I kept pushing until my balls hit her nose. I held myself there for a moment.

"See I told you it would fit."

I pulled my hips back and let my cock come completely out of her mouth. She turned her head and coughed several times, gasping big gulps of air. I looked in her eyes and there was a weird mix of lust and apprehension in them. She's clearly turned on by what I was doing to her but scared at the same time. I give her a questioning glance and after a moment she nodded, then turned back and hung her head over the edge of the bed.

"OK then, prepare to suck some cock Fuck Meat"

I begin to fuck her mouth. This isn't a blowjob so much as it's a mouth fuck. I use her throat like I had used her pussy, ramming it again and again down her throat. Spit dribbles out of her mouth and down her face. I face fuck her for several minutes, calling her names and verbally abusing her.

Reaching into the over night bag, I picked up the riding crop. I took it and slapped her tits with the tip. This caused her body to twitch. I do it again, this time shoving my hips forward and my cock down her throat. Her nipples were hard before, now they seem to want to poke out like two little red fingers. I keep hitting her across the breasts as I face fuck her.

I laid the riding crop on her chest and pulled my cock from her mouth. Spit is all over her face and her hair is tousled and wet. Streaks of tear filled mascara run from her eyes. She was breathing heavily, taking big gasps of air. Her eyes positively glow with excitement at the rough treatment.

"Better take a big breath Fuck Meat." I ordered. "Cause when I stick my cock back in there I'm gonna keep it there until I cum!"


The Next Room, Next Night



(Author's Note: Thanks everyone for the comments about the first story. I had not originally planned for it to be a multi-part story, but given how well it was received, I've decided to add two new parts. This means there needs to be a small correction to the first story. Where I say they are in town for a "two day" sales conference at the beginning, that should read now "four day".)

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"Ohhhh," I groaned softly.

My ass was stiff from sitting on this shitty auditorium chair for the past couple of hours. Maybe I should have gone to meet our Chinese partners at the airport, not Fred and Rick, but then there were two seminars I had really wanted to attend. The one that had just wrapped up and the one just about to start.

"If everyone will take their seats again," the conference moderator said over the microphone. "We'll get started."

Now, I'm not going to tell you the title, subject or speaker's name, because one of you would Google it, and get me in trouble with my boss when you started digging to see if this story was true or not. You'll know the reason why I'm being secretive in a second, so bear with me.

There was about three hundred or so of us, various marketing and sales reps, seated in the darkening auditorium. The conference had three parallel tracks of seminars, you could attend any of them. Four hours in the morning, a one hour break for lunch, then four more hours in the afternoon. The day wrapped with a one hour meet and greet around the pool.

Fred and Rick had split right after the lunch break, intending to grab a bit of lunch themselves and then get to the airport. Like most of people here, we'd all used the lunch to do meetings. I'd grabbed a bag of chips from the snack bar just before the previous lecture but after an hour my stomach was growling. I thought about popping out for a quick grab and then return but I was interested in the subject matter of this seminar. I decided I'd listen for a few minutes and if it wasn't interesting, then fake a phone call and leave.

"Let's give a warm welcome to our next speaker," the moderator said, introducing her. He turned and started chapping his hands, which the people seated, including me, joined. The woman walked out of the wings and up to the podium.

"Thank you," she said. "Let's begin.

Boy, did I get a surprise!

Funny, the last time I'd seen that face, it was covered in my sperm right after I'd spent serious effort face fucking it. Yes, it was her, the blond that me and my two friends had fucked last night when we'd discovered her in the Next Room.

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There were two men and a women talking to the blond.

The seminar had ended and we were in that 15 minutes or so, when people in the audience could come up and meet the speakers personally. Usually it was to shake a hand, and tell them how much you'd enjoyed the seminar. Half the time that was crap but the speaker was usually someone you wanted to network with, so you'd fake it and give them your card for later anyway.

Me, while I'll admit, having had that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock was a sure reason to want to re-meet her, still the seminar had been top notched. She had a doctorate in the field and while I'd read some of her earlier papers, I'd never seen a picture of her, hence the reason I hadn't recognized her while I was sticking my big dick in her last night. I'd learned quite a bit from listening to her talk though, some I planned to use when our Chinese partners got here in what should be just a few minutes.

Even dressed conservatively she was still hot. Nice black heels, a little fancy with a thin strap around the ankles, dark stockings with a hint of sheerness and a seam up the back, her dark skirt was just a few inches above her knees, but had a deep split on one side so when she walked showed lots of leg. Her short sleeve blouse was dark blood red silk and she had just enough buttons undone to hint at cleavage. Topping it all off, she had these small librarian half glasses on. All in all, very hot.

The three walked away and I had my turn.

Give her this, she played the Ice Princess well, acting like it was our first time meeting. I could see a little surprise, mixed with embarrassment and concern in her eyes, no doubt worried I might say something about last night. Hey, I know how to keep my personal life and business separated. I better, my boss would have me out on the street if I fucked things up. The Economy was too tight to play around right now. There were alot of people who would happily take my job given half the chance.

"Hello," I introduced myself.

I complimented her on her seminar and asked a couple of question about the subject she had spoke on, more than just fluff stuff, that let her know I wasn't just jerking her chain over my interest. That seemed to surprise her some, and maybe my honest curiosity showed through. She warmed up a bit as we talked. We discussed a couple of finer points concerning her theories.

"I don't want to hog you to myself" I said, after a few minutes, and nodded towards the short line of other people who also wanted to talk with her.

I took a chance then as we shook hands.

"Maybe later," I said, "we could discuss things further?"

I swear she blushed then but she also slightly smiled. I handed her one of my card. One that had my personal cell phone number written on the back.

We shook hands again and I left, as the next people stepped up.

The ball was in her court then.

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"So how was your flight?" I asked, over salad.

"As you would expect from a 18 hour flight," Mr. Chien-Lee Sun replied. "Fucked!"

I smiled.

"Yeah, they suck, don't they?"

He laughed.

Chien-Lee had brought three assistants with him on the trip. They had introduced themselves earlier and I had their cards in my pocket. I could tell you their names but they weren't that important to the scheme of things. I'd privately nick-named them "Short, Dumpy and Young", which summed them up pretty well. They were at the end of the table with Fred and Rick talking.

The important guy was Chien-Lee.

His company and ours had recently concluded a deal worth several million dollars. It wasn't a big one, but it had the potential to grow. We were sort of the point men on the marketing campaign here in the States for both companies, so getting to know each other face to face, as opposed to tele-conferencing had seemed like a good idea. Hence their trip.

Their new factory was a few hours out of town too, so the trip served two purposed. We had them today and tomorrow morning, then around noon, they'd travel there and meet with the plant supervision for a tour.

So far Chien-Lee had turned out to be quite approachable. I'd found out he'd been educated in the States, at a way better college than I had been. His English was very good, almost without an accent. And of some import, that he was in his late thirties, married, expecting his first child soon.

Where his co-workers looked the part of the typical Chinese, smaller of stature than Westerners, Chien-Lee was nearly my height, maybe an inch shy of six feet. He was also stocky, muscular almost, which when he mentioned he had been a wrestler in college explained it. I'd been on the swim team so I was athletic without the bulk you saw in football player. I guessed he out weighed me by about 20 pounds.

After the introductions at our first meeting, when they had arrived at the hotel had been concluded, he's surprised me by simply saying, "Steak!"

Speaking of the meat, our waiter showed up, bringing our meals.

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"Damned that was good," Chien-Lee said. He suddenly belched loudly. His assistants all laughed.

"Do you know what good beef costs in Beijing?" he asked me. I shook my head. He laughed, "Too much on my salary. You Americans are so spoiled."

My company had booked them into one of the big suites at the hotel. Way bigger than the rooms Fred, Rick and I had.

"Well, if you'd like, we can go back to your room and begin going over the proposed marketing campaign." I suggested. "I think you'll find we've got some very exciting ideas on how to proceed."

"I am sure, but after the long flight," he replied, "I find I am not in the mood for a long boring business meeting tonight."

Curious, I said simply, "We are here to be of service."

"Good," he said, slapping me on the arm. "You know what I want right now?"

I shook my head.

"I want some big titted blond American girl dancing on my lap." He grinned. "Chicago has some great strip clubs, does not it?"

I smile back.

"I believe it does."

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"Baby did a bad, bad thing..."

Chris Isaak's voice screamed out as we walked into the club.

"Baby did a bad, bad thing..."

The girl on stage was tall, athletic, brunette, wearing just a g-sting and had a great set of tits!

"Feel like crying..."

We'd all squeezed into a mini-van taxi. Twenty bucks tipped to the driver put us to this club in under fifteen minutes. He promised it was the best one on the Lake Front. The parking lot was full, so that was something.

"Welcome to our establishment, gentlemen," the doorman said as we entered. "Enjoy."

I shook his hand and palmed a twenty his way. He was good not to immediately look down at it.

"Somewhere with a good view," I said, "but private."

He nodded, then glancing down, saw the twenty.

"Yes, sir," he perked right up at the tip. "Right this way."

The money was a bit more than you'd expect to tip the guy at the door, but I knew given the amount, plus the fact we were all wearing suits, and he'd put the word out to the girls that they had some high rollers in the audience.

My boss had called me in before we'd left and given me a company credit card and three grand in cash.

"Don't blow this," he'd simply said.

The doorman seated us at a booth back one row, but still overlooking the stage. It was dim and private, the light above it burnt out. There were booths to either side but it was early so neither was occupied. The waitress was right there as soon as we were seated. We ordered drinks.

The brunette, spinning upside down on the pole, finished her set. She collected her discarded clothing and left the stage to be replaced by young black girl. She had a good body and looked like she had a bit of Asian in her. Light of skin and face. We watched as she did her first dance, then dropping her top, started her second.

Drinks arrived and I gave the waitress the card.

"Do a tab," I ordered. She nodded.

While the dancer worked her third song, this one completely nude, I pulled Rick's sleeve and then passed him four hundred under the table. I nodded toward the seats around the stage, then at Short, Dumpy and Young. He got my unspoken message and nodded. It wasn't long before Rick and Fred had the three up and moved to the stage.

The black girl finished her set.

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"What I need is a good defense..." Fiona Apple sung.

Chien-Lee and I had traded small talk for about ten minutes, watching the dancers on stage and our co-workers have fun. I was trying to get a feel for the man. Not the ins and outs of business, but what was underneath. The business deal between our companies wasn't large but there was the potential for addition deals in the future if this one worked out. Success with this project could well be my ticket up the corporate ladder, so I was eager to make it work.

A couple of times, a dancer had come by the booth and asked if one of us would like a table dance. So far none of them had seem to attract his attention so I declined as well.

"Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal.."

Fiona Apple's song was an interesting choice, given the performer that next came up. Or should I say, performers. There was two of them, and I could instantly feel the light crowd in the club perk up. Hell, I perked up. They were both hot.

Black and white, blond and brunette. Both with shoulder length hair, though the brunette's was a bit longer.

"And I need to redeemed..."

The blond was wearing white and had a pair of those small angel wings on her back. Little short skirt, tall stockings, both in white. She also had a leather collar around her neck, the leash at the moment tightly held by the tall brunette, who wearing black leather corset, stockings and tall heels. She also had a pair of devil horns on her head. When she turned I saw she had a costumed devil tail sewed to the back of her g-string.

Angel and devil then. Hot.

"To the one I've sinned against...Because he's all I ever knew of love."

The brunette had a riding crop in her hand and she forced the blond to her knees on the stage. The crowd of guys around the stage, including mine, whooped it up when the brunette spanked the blond several times with it, then stepped in front of her and pulled the blond's face into her crotch. She pulled hard on the blond's hair and acted like she was getting her pussy licked. The crowd screamed and clapped.

"That looks like fun," I muttered.

Chien-Lee was watching the two strippers intently.

"That is what I like about American women," he said. "They like sex."

He took a drink, clearly thinking to himself.

"Not like some," he muttered, almost to himself.

I filed that away for future reference.

"So what would an angel say...The devil wants to know."

-----

I didn't have long to wait for an explanation. The pair had finished their set and gone backstage. A petite Asian had followed them. She was on her second dance, now topless.

"It was my senior year at college," Chien-Lee suddenly said. "I became involved with another student for a semester. She was one year behind me."

"She was..." he took a drink from his beer. "She was kinky."

"Nothing wrong with that." I replied. "Kinky can be fun."

"She liked to be tied up when we had sex," he took a long pull on his beer. "I found it...fun."

He smiled to himself, no doubt remembering the girl.

"She was blond, like that one just dancing."

"But you're married now?" I asked, hesitantly.

"Yes, and she is a good wife and will be a good mother to my child," he took another long pull on his beer. "It's just, she doesn't...much. Now that she's pregnant, never."

"A man has needs..." he muttered, finishing off the last of his beer.

We sat there for a moment in silence.

"Would one of you like to play with my Pussy?" a woman's voice asked.

THAT, I had not expected to hear, even in a high priced strip club like this one. We both turned.

The big tall brunette in the leather devil's costume recently on stage was standing there at the end of the booth. She gave the leash she held in one hand a little jerk and the blond in the angel costume walked meekly forward and knelt at the brunette's feet.

"This is my Pussy," the brunette said. "Would one of you like to play with her?"

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The two girls were now sitting at our table.

The brunette who introduced herself as Diana was sitting next to me. The blond who went by the name Angel, of course, was meekly curled up next to Chien Lee, who couldn't seem to take his eyes off her. We'd ordered them drinks.

There was a dark haired Latino dancing on stage, who at the moment was wiggling her naked tits right in front of Rick. He had a five dollar bill on his forehead. She leaned forward and pressed them against his face, pulling the bill off with her tits. The three Chinese were all laughing and pointing. Soon each had a similar bill on their foreheads. Clearly they were having fun.

"What are lap dances running?" I whispered into Diana's ear.

"$25 for one or $100 for five," she said quietly.

I slide two one hundred dollar bills into her garter.

"Take care of my friend then."

She smiled and downed her drink. Reaching under the table, she gave my leg a squeeze, then slid out of the booth.

"Up Pussy," she ordered. "Let's show these gentlemen what a slut you are."

She pulled the blond off her seat by the leash.

"Come on then," she said to Chien-Lee. "Let's go in the back."

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My phone ran.

I had it set on vibrate given how high they had the volume on the music set here but by the time I dug it from my pocket it stopped. The number was blocked so I couldn't tell who had called me.

There was another blond dancing on stage now. She wasn't busty but she was flexible. She had her legs on the Chinese I'd nick-named Dumpy, and was wiggling her crotch in his face before doing a slow forward roll off him. I saw Fred, Rick and the three others all tip her for her dance.

My phone rang again a few minutes later. I had it on the table and opened it on the third buzz.

"Hello," I said.

At first no one answered. I thought it might be a wrong number but then I heard a familiar voice.

"What did you have in mind?" Barbara, the blond from last night asked.

I smiled to myself.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked back.

There was a long pause.

"Yes."

"Would you like to do it again?" I asked.

Another long pause.

"With your two friends?"

"Yes, but we have four more who would like to play." I took a quick sip of my drink. "Four more who want to help show you what a total slut you really are."

I could hear a small gasp from my phone. She didn't say anything for a long while.

"You want to be a slut for us," I asked. "Don't you?"

Another pause, this one not as long as the first.

"Maybe."

I could sense her warring with herself. Whether she would give in to her nature or not was the question. Given what I'd seen last night, I tried to sweeten the deal. I'm a salesman after all.

"Your boyfriend." I said.

"Yes."

"He can watch."

Another low and throaty gasp from the other end of the line. I knew then I'd pegged her correctly. Not just a slut, but one that liked to have people watch.

"When?" she asked.

"About 2 hours," I answered honestly. "We're at a strip club, so we'll be a bit."

"That could work," she said. "It would give me a chance to freshen up and get ready."

"You'll have a lot of hard cocks to deal with when we get there," I said.

This time I heard a soft chuckle.

"Hard cocks I can deal with," she purred.

"I bet you can," I said, chuckling myself. "One thing..."

"Yes?"

"The important one of the group seems to have a blond schoolgirl fetish."

"I didn't bring anything but what you saw last night. Just toys."

"There's a Hustler Hollywood a few streets up from the hotel. I saw it on the way over here. Ask the concierge. Buy what you need and I'll reimburse you."

She laughed.

"I probably make more than you do," she said.

I quoted a figure. She quoted one three times as large.

"Ok, bitch," I laughed. "You can pay for it, then."

I heard another chuckle from her end.

"Something else..." I said. "Your room is a bit small."

"It is, especially for seven. What do you have in mind?"

I told her. She laughed.

-----

It was ten minutes later, and the brunette Diana slid into the seat next to me. She was alone.

"Mind if I get another drink?" she asked.

I shook my head no, and waved the waitress over, ordering us both a fresh round.

"I only hang around for the first couple of dances or so, to make sure things go ok." She explained. "Most guys can't handle two girls giving them a lap dance."

"I could," I said and scooted over a bit until our hips touched.

She laughed softly.

"Bet you could."

My phone on the table buzzed. It was still listed as a blocked number so I figured it must be my blond. I answered it.

"Not backing out are you?" I asked

"No, but they've got a big selection here," my kinky co-conspirator said. "Any suggestions?"

"The stripper here is dressed like an angel. Short skirt, knee highs, lace bra..." I explained. "Go all white if you can."

"Ok. I think that's possible."

"Bondage too, he mentioned that. Get something that you can tie yourself up with when we fuck you."




The Next Room, Next Night Ch. 02



(Sorry it took a bit of time posting this update. I hope you enjoy it, S)

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"Time for some fun," I said to Chien Lee.

The beautiful blond who was tonight's entertainment, lay face down on the couch smiling. Barbara, aka Fuckmeat, had just been ravaged to back to back orgasm with multiple hard dicks, taken in both her pussy and her mouth, sometimes both at once.

The five guys who had given her those orgasms were Fred and Rick, my two coworkers and friends, along with Chien Lee's three assistants. The Boys were over at the bar getting themselves drinks. Fred, Rick and the Chinese I'd privately nick named Young were naked. The other two, who I'd named Short and Dumpy still had their clothing on, though their shirts were open.

Barbara had sucked both of their cocks until each had shot their loads down her throat. Rick too. Young she had both sucked and had let him fuck her. Fred, ever eager Fred had fucked her but not to finish. All in all, a very satisfying start to a utterly decedent evening.

Yes, she lay there with a happy grin on her face clearly enjoying the afterglow.

Thing was, we were playing the domination game tonight as well as the total slut game, and Barbara had forgotten to ask permission to get thoroughly fucked like that, of her Master of the Evening and other occupant of the room besides me, Chien Lee.

That meant punishment.

Its the way the Game is played. The tension between pleasure and pain. Reward and punishment. While I'd know a few submissive partners who screwed up on purpose just to enjoy getting spanked, I was willing to bet Barbara had not done it intentionally. She had just been caught up in the action. Didn't mean I would cut her any slack. I walked slowly over to the couch, pulling my belt from my pants.

Barbara lay there with her eyes closed and that big grin still on her face. Her arms were tied behind her back at the elbows and the short white skirt she wore pushed up around her waist. The height of the couch made her ass stick up in the air, an inviting target.

I hit it with my belt. She yelped, her eyes snapping open. I hit her ass again, hard, then knelt.

"Did we forget something, Fuckmeat?" I asked.

She stared up at me, confused.

I wrapped my fingers into her hair and pulled.

"Did you ask if you could cum?" I pulled her body off the couch a few inches. "Did you, Fuckmeat?"

"No... no Sir," she stammered.

"And what happens to sluts who don't ask?"

"They...they get spanked, Sir."

I let her hair go and she fell back onto the couch.

"Yes, they do, Fuckmeat" I growled.

"Get up, slut." I ordered. "Get up!"

Barbara tried to sit up but the way her arms were tied and how she was laying, prevented her. She just couldn't get the leverage she needed. I hit her ass with the belt again as she struggled. Watching her wiggle there made me smile. I hit her ass three more times before I relented and grabbing her again by the hair, pulled her roughly up into a sitting position. I stepped to the side. My kinky blond had an excited look in her eyes from the spanking and probably from the erotic thoughts of what was to yet to come. Clearly she was back in the Game.

"And what should sluts do, Fuckmeat?" I asked, swinging the belt slowly. "When they forget their place?"

"They should ask forgiveness." Barbara grinned, then dropped her gaze. "I'm sorry, Sir..."

I let go of her hair and stepped back.

"It's not me you need to ask."

If you've never had the chance to watch a nearly naked woman, freshly fucked, crawl on her knees, all I can say is, 'Damned, Its Hot!' Especially given that her arms were tied behind her back and she had a set of angel wings on. It took her nearly a minute to shuffle the twenty feet or so to where Chien Lee was sitting. She was breathing heavy when she was done.

Barbara arranged herself between Chien Lee's open legs, her naked breast almost touching him. She bowed her head in contrition at her lapse which put her face right over his crotch.

"Master, this slut is sorry for letting them fuck her without your permission," she murmured. "She is sorry for cumming."

He just sat there looking at her for long moments. The wait for his response dragged on and on. Even I started to wonder.

Chein Lee looked up at me and smiled.

"Throw this disobedient bitch out into the hallway," he ordered. "Let's see if she can't learn to behave after the rest of the hotel sees what a slut she is."

Hohohoho, I silently laughed. He'd hit the one button Barbara was afraid of.

Exposure!

She looked suddenly around, confusion clearly on her face. I signaled and Rick and Fred came over. The three of us picked her bound body up and carried it to the door. Barbara was so shocked by the turn of events, she didn't say a word as I opened the door. Shock turned to fright as my two coworkers dragged her naked body outside and dropped it, face down, there in the hallway.

"Wait! Don't lea..." she finally yelled, just as I closed the door, cutting off anything else she was saying.

Rick and Fred were grinning but the three Chinese looked confused.

"Oh, that was fucking evil!" I exclaimed.

Chien Lee just smiled, sitting in his chair.

I looked out through the peephole in the door. Barbara was struggling with little success to get up. The rope around her arms and the fact she was face down on the floor made it next to impossible to rise. Even then, what if she could stand? She was naked and tied up in public with nowhere to go that she wouldn't be seen. I could see her speaking but couldn't make out she was saying. The door was thick.

As the moments stretched out, I could see her getting nervous. I knew Barbara had to be thinking of the scandal soon to come, if we didn't come back.

If we just left her there...

"Rick, keep an eye out." I said, indicating the peep hole. "Anyone shows up, and we'll go get her."

I walked over to Chien Lee and held my hand up for a 'high five'. He slapped it, grinning broadly.

"How long do you want to leave her out there?" I asked.

"Give her five or ten minutes," he replied.

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"We've got someone coming off the elevator," Rick said.

I waved him out of the way, peeking through to the hallway outside.

It was a woman.

Brunette, youngish, kind of thin, almost cute. I pegged her as someone's secretary or assistant from the way she was understatedly dressed. That and she still had her convention name tag stuck to the pocket of her blouse. She must have stepped out of the elevator and froze, stopped by the unexpected sight of a nearly naked woman laying on the floor in front of her.

Barbara had turned her head away when the elevator had chimed it's arrival, no doubt embarrassed at being seen this way by someone else. True, the skirt covered her ass and the angel wings, her back, but it was clear she was naked except for that.

And then there was the whole "she's tied up" thing...

The brunette just stood there staring and the elevator door closed behind her.

Ever see a squirrel freeze in the middle of the road as your headlights wash over it? That's the look the brunette had when I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. She took a half step back and clutched her purse to her chest.

"She's being punished," I said.

Walking forward, I tapped Barbara with the tip of my shoe.

"Isn't that right, Fuckmeat?"

The answer was faint but clearly heard by both of us.

"Yes Sir," Barbara gasped. "I've been bad."

The brunette was clearly scared but she didn't run. Kneeling, I ran my hand across Barbara's skirt covered ass then gave it a light spank.

"Have you ever been bad?" I asked the brunette.

She visibly shivered.

"This one's been bad." I said. "Very bad."

I slide my finger between Barbara's legs and under the hem of the skirt, then lower until my finger just touched her pussy. The horny blond on the floor groaned and her ass involuntarily raised itself, seeking more penetration. With the brunette watched, I slowly pushed my finger into the moist warm folds. Barbara moaned, her enjoyment of my actions obvious. I finger fucked her for several moments then stood.

Smiling, I held my wet finger up for the brunette to see.

"Have you ever been bad?" I asked her again.

Eyes wide and mouth slightly open, she shook her head slowly.

"Rick, Fred..." I called.

My two coworkers stepped into the hallway, naked both, sporting stiff hard-ons.

Tapping Barbara with my foot again, I said. "Drag this slut back inside."

They each grabbed an arm and carried the bound blond through the open door. That left me and my guest. I licked my wet finger once. Her eyes got bigger.

"You can come watch," I offered, walking slowly over to her.

The brunette stared and stared at the open door through which Barbara had been carried.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Suzie," she whispered. "Suzie Wilson."

Now that I was near her, I guessed that the brunette was probably in her early twenties. She was wearing a light blue blouse, buttoned to the collar, a dark blue skirt, knee length, and flats not heels. Clutching her handbag to her chest, it was hard to tell but she looked like she had a decent set of breasts. Thin yet clearly feminine. Her brown hair hung down past her shoulders and was pulled back in a ponytail by one of those elastic scrunchy things women use to hold their hair now. All in all, kind of cute in a innocent way.

"Suzie," I asked. "Would you like to watch us fuck her?"

The elevator interrupted us, with a ping. We both stood there silently as the door opened and an older couple stepped out. I nodded a greeting to them as they walked passed us and went off down the hall. The open elevator door offered Suzie a way out.

If she wanted it.

The elevator door closed, unoccupied.

I put my hand softly on Suzie's arm and lead her into our room.

-----

Fred and Rick had dumped Barbara in front of Chien Lee. She lay there unmoving as the young brunette and I stepped into the room.

"Wait here." I whispered to her, closing the door.

Going to the bar, I grabbed one of the barstools there and carried it to the hallway of the door. I set it down against the wall and helped Suzie to sit. From there she could see the action yet feel safe.

"The door is behind you," I said, softly. "And you're free to leave at anytime."

"Get up slut!" Chien Lee ordered.

Barbara slowly got onto her knees, her head down, an almost frightened look on her face. Throwing her out into the hall had to have been a hell of a shock. We'd left her out there almost the full ten minutes, which had to have seemed like hours to Barbara. What chaotic thoughts had been going through her mind as she lay out there all alone.

And then to have someone find her!

It had all been just a fun game while the Boys had fucked her earlier. Even me spanking her hadn't pressed the limits but Chien Lee's actions had to have her wondering how far this night would go. We had an informal understanding, that she could back out at anytime. Barbara had to be thinking seriously now about leaving, and wondering if I would let her.

What would she do if I didn't?

Chien Lee stood and opened his pants.

Suzie gave a small gasp next to me. Even I was impressed. Damned he had a big cock! I might have a bit on him in length but he was clearly thicker. Barbara was going to have a real challenge with that dick.

"I expect you to swallow this to the root," he ordered, waving his big stiff cock in Barbara's face.

She gave a small nod and opened her mouth.

"All the way to the balls, Fuckmeat." Chien Lee said.

-----

I don't know, maybe there's a part of me that's voyeuristic. OK, a big part! Standing there watching Barbara try to deep throat Chien Lee's massive cock was just so fucking hot.

She was hampered by the way her hands where bound behind her back and he wasn't really helping her at it, wiggling his hips whenever her mouth lost his cock, but she tried. Chien Lee would laugh, having sport while she tried to get her mouth back on his cock. Each time it alluded her, she'd redouble her effort until she eventually manage to get it back in her mouth, then she'd go back to sucking it with great vigor.

She was a woman on a mission.

Me, Rick and Fred had fucked a few willing co-eds in our time to utter sluthood, but Barbara made those girls look like rank amateurs. I felt my cock grow stiff, just watching her. Barbara tried hard to do as she had been ordered by Chien Lee and bit by bit, she managed to force her eager mouth down the stiff hard length of his cock.

I wondered then, as I watched him degrade her, whether I had made a mistake. I didn't honestly know how far he'd take her domination. I had to hope he had some limits but if it came down to the choice of him or her, I wasn't sure who I'd choose.

And something else, glancing at the innocent brunette perched on the bar stool at my side. I had dragged one more into this kinky playpen of mine tonight. Was I ready to corrupt yet another woman for my pleasure?

Chien Lee apparently decided to stop playing, for he dropped his hands to Barbara's head, twisting his hands into her hair. He began to help, each time her mouth reached it's deepest point, he would pull. My horny blond would sputter and gag when that happened but showed no sign of refusing. Tears started to drip from the corners of her eyes, her mascara making little black trails leaking down her face. Soon she had nearly two thirds of his stiff length wet with her spit.

That last third was going to really test her, I thought, wondering if she could actually do it.

Looking at the young brunette next to me, I smiled. She had such an intense stare on her face as she watched Barbara sucking cock. Her hand bag was clutched tight in her lap and she sat there frozen by what she saw. I doubted that she had ever seen such a sight as the one before her now, unless she'd been alot wilder in her youth than appearances gave hint at.

Contrary to Penthouse Letters, 99% of shy ones, stay shy.

Well, I thought to myself, if I was going to corrupt another one tonight, then I could have done worse than this tasty morsel. I stepped back a pace then moved left, putting my body right behind Suzie's chair. She didn't notice, so focused was she on the action.

At the end of one deep stroke, Chien Lee pulled hard. Eyes wide, Barbara's mouth sunk itself to the root of his cock, taking him fully into her throat. His strong hands held her there for several long moments as she struggled, until he finally relented and let her free.

Pulling her mouth off him, Barbara coughed and coughed, spit dripping down her chin. I'll give her this, it wasn't long before she had his cock back in her mouth.

Suzie's purse buzzed.

The young brunette was startled at the interruption, and frantically dug into the purse until she pulled out her cell phone. It buzzed once more before she quieted it. I could see it's screen from where I stood behind her. The text message read, "WHERE R U".

The ID said "BOSS".

She put the phone away, unanswered.

Fred, naked and sporting a stiff condom covered hard on, walked over to where Chien Lee was standing. Barbara, kneeling there sucking Chien Lee's cock, still had other means of offering pleasure, and clearly Fred meant to finish what he'd started earlier. He'd fucked the horny blond when she was sucking the others off, but he hadn't had a chance to cum yet inside her warm wet willing body. He knelt behind her and took her hips in his hands.

Barbara jumped at the touch like she'd been shocked! Pulling her mouth off Chien Lee's cock, she scooted away from Fred.

"Ask him, ask him!" she said almost frantically, looking around.

Wow, I thought. Getting tossed into the hall had really scared her.

Chien Lee smiled down at her and pointed at his stiff wet cock. After a moment, she crawled back over to kneel between his legs, taking his cock in her mouth.

"Fuck this bitch," he ordered Fred.

My horny coworker grinned and knelt between her legs again, lining his cock up with Barbara's pussy. She groaned around the cock in her mouth as Fred sunk himself into her, her body shivering at the penetration.

The young brunette in front of me shiver as well.

Taking firm grip of her hips, Fred fucked Barbara slowly but each of his strokes was deep. Balls deep. The strokes forcing her head forward and her mouth down Chien Lee's cock. The Chinese I'd nick named Short walked out then. He too had a stiff hard cock and from his look he intended to join the fun. He stood there slowly stroking his cock, watching. At least he'd grabbed a condom.

Fred, while he fucked her, reached down and untied Barbara's arms. She groaned at the release. She'd been bound for a long time. Once he had her arms free he reached up and pulled the angel wings from her too. They were looking a bit worn with all the abuse. He tossed them to the side.

Short tapped him on the shoulder. Fred looked up and grinned, pulling his cock from Barbara. She gave a moan around the cock in her mouth at the absence. She didn't have long to wait, Short knelt and taking his cock, pressed it against her pussy before shoving himself forward and in her.

He fucked her hard and fast.

Rick stepped up then, joining the party. And the Chinese Dumpy soon joined him as well. A line formed, ready to take advantage of the kneeling blond's ready acceptance of her sluthood.

Suzie's phone buzzed again. This time the text read "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU".

I realized something then, watching my coworkers, both new and old, fuck a woman I'd only just meet the night before, that Barbara and my innocent brunette were cut from the same cloth.

Both had the capacity to be victims.

That Suzie's boss was fucking her, I had no doubt. Using his power to get what he wanted, forcing her to service his lust. Did she see what her ultimate fate could be, as she watched my horny blond suck a big stiff dick while men lined up to shove their hard cocks inside of her? Would Suzie kneel there submissively and let her boss' friends fuck her when he got around to pimping her out? And he would eventually, I thought. She had to realize that cruel fact, somewhere deep inside of herself.

I lightly laid my hand on Suzie's shoulder. She jumped on the stool, then looked my way. We stared at each other for a long moment, both listening to the sounds of people fucking, until she finally broke the silence.

"Would you get me a drink?" she asked softly. "Maybe some wine?"

"Oh, you fucking bitch!" Fred exclaimed, clearly cumming inside Barbara's willing body. "Oh, yeah! That's it bitch, take it."

I gave a small nod to her request.

-----

The Boys took turns fucking Barbara while she sucked Chien Lee's cock. Each of them would give her a dozen or more strokes then pull out and let the next take his place. The smell of sex was heavy in the air, and it seemed like every few minutes my horny blond would moan from her abuse. Barbara would quiver briefly, then force her mouth deep down Chien Lee's cock.

I'd slipped into the bathroom for a pee, the beer from the strip club finally catching up to me, then gone to get Suzie her drink. Adding a handful of ice to the glass of red wine I'd pulled from the mini bar for her, I swirling it around to get it cold. I'd topped off my scotch as well.

Rick was fucking Barbara at the moment and doing a good job of it.

"You're a dirty little whore," Rick exclaimed. "Aren't you?"

Barbara moaned around Chien Lee's cock as Rick fucked her.

"Say it," he ordered, slamming his cock into her hard.

"I'm a dirty whore," she moaned.

I picked up both drinks then looking towards the door, noticed something. My innocent brunette was gone. Left while I was getting her that drink, exiting silently while the action had my attention.




The Next Room, Next Night Ch. 02



Rick pulled his cock from Barbara's pussy and slid it into her ass.

"I'm just a dirty..." she groaned loudly as he opened her other hole. "...fucking whore."

I chuckled silently to myself at Suzie's absence, disappointed, though in hindsight it hadn't been that unexpected. Suzie wasn't yet a total slut. And her Boss seemed like a real needy bastard. She'd catch hell when she finally got to his room though I wondered, would she tell him why she had been delayed? Would that make him fuck her that much more frantically?

Or would he have the balls to make her bring him here and then offer up Suzie's young body as his ticket to join our party?

Smiling with evil intent, I almost wished he would. Been awhile since I'd kicked a guy's ass. Funny, here I was pimping out Barbara yet pissed at the thought some bastard was fucking his secretary. I shook my head at the obvious contradictions.

"Hey!" Rick yelled at me. "Get your ass over here and fuck this bitch!"

My philosophic musing on Life's unfairness didn't lessen the hard-on I had in my pants. I'd just have to use it on my horny blond like I'd originally planned.

Barbara moaned loudly as she was fucked.

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I'd noticed a purse on the table against the wall opposite the door of the suite's bedroom earlier. Barbara's I'd assumed. She was currently getting her ass fucked by Young who was going at it with great gusto. I laughed to myself.

Bet that's his first asshole!

I'm a pussy man myself. Assholes are nice, what with the tight ring of flesh at their entrance and the way it just squeezes your cock as it goes up and down while you fuck it. But there's nothing like the feeling you get when a woman has an orgasm while you're buried balls deep inside of her pussy.

Especially for someone like me, with a particularly big cock.

Sometimes, you get so deep that the entrance of her cervix is touching the tip of your dick and when she cums, that tight band of muscles positively kisses and kisses your cock like a teenager sucking her first dick. There's no way to describe it unless you've felt it yourself.

Then there's the way her pussy goes wet and warm when she cums, like someone pouring melted butter down your cock, her fresh juices dripping out of her and down your balls.

Fucking a pussy is bliss!

While Barbara had had both her pussy and her ass fucked by the Boys so far, she'd yet to get both holes fucked at the same time. I was saving that so me and Chien Lee could introduce her into the "double penetration" club right. I laughed softly, picturing how she would just scream her throat raw when both our big dicks slid inside her together for the first time.

Young switched off with Rick, who went to work on Barbara's pussy.

I wasn't heartless, hence the interest in Barbara's purse. I guessed she'd brought some of her toys along with her. And more importantly, I bet she'd picked up some lube when she'd bought her costume tonight, remembering my size. That Chien Lee was similarly equipped made the lube doubly important.

I got a surprise when I got to the table.

Her purse, a large black leather one, was sitting on the table. So too was a thin laptop. At first I thought closed, but I noticed the top wasn't all the way down and the wifi antenna was up. I laughed when I noticed that a thin cable ran from the laptop to her purse and doubly so when I saw the small camera clipped there and aimed towards the action.

I remembered then, I had agreed her boyfriend could watch the action!

Naughty slut, she'd set up a vid link so he could enjoy the action too. I mentally took my hat off to her ingenuity. And really though, I wasn't that worried about us being watched. True the Chinese would freak, but Barbara had way more to lose if the video got out on the Internet pornotubes. We men would get ribbed and take some heat, but Barbara's career would be over.

No one hires a slut. It's a nasty side of business they never talks about. We might want that sexy coworker to be a wild child, but we never respect a woman in business that is.

So I expected that the video would be enjoyed by Barbara and her boyfriend many times, but smart bitch she was, Barbara would encrypt it so even if the two broke up at a later date, it wouldn't show up on one of those "My ex-girlfriend is a slut!" website.

Just on the safe side, I didn't wave to Bob. Plausible deniablity and all. I did find the tube of lube I'd been looking for.

Behind me I could hear Rick moan as he came inside of Barbara's pussy.

I'll need some bigger condoms too, I thought. I was willing to guess I'd find those in the box she'd bought. The woman did seem to cover all the bases. The Chinese I'd nick named Short, settled between Barbara's spread legs and pushed his stiff cock into her ass.

The smart one's are always the best fucks.

-----

As I took my clothes off, I had to give Chien Lee big points for his staying power.

Barbara had been sucking his cock for over a half hour now, and he was still hard and stiff as when she'd started. My blond though, she was clearly getting tired. The Boys had worked her willing lower body over for so long, first one stiff cock pounding her pussy, next another dick just as stiff, pounding her ass, it was catching up on her. She was breathing in great gasps as she sucked. If I had to guess, she was due an really big orgasm soon from the prolonged abuse.

Sometimes she just held onto Chien Lee's cock stroking it, her head down while she got fucked by one of them. Currently it was Fred in her pussy. To her credit, Barbara had wore a few of the Boys out. Dumpy, Short and Rick were lounging on the two sofas watching the action, their limp dicks testament to the horny blond's enthusiasm. Young though, with the stamina of early manhood, waited behind Fred for his turn again.

Fred moaned and buried himself to the balls, dumping another load inside of her. After a few moments, he withdrew and Young took his place.

I slowly stroked my cock with my hand.

Barbara at the moment had her lips on Chien Lee's balls, taking first one, the the other in her mouth. His eyes were closed, clearly enjoying her actions, and he shook a little when her hand grasped his wet cock and began to stroke it slowly. Her other hand was playing with his balls and helping push them into her mouth. I noticed that it occasionally slipped further back and each time it did, Chien Lee would give a slight jerk. Evil bitch, I thought, she was playing with his asshole.

I've had a woman or two do that, slide a wet finger up my ass while they sucked me. Not my cup of tea, though it can be stimulating at times if they get it right and hit your prostrate just as you cum. I think it's more the turn on of being unusual. Which ever it was for Chien Lee, Barbara's action were clearly getting to him.

Young pulled his cock from her pussy and groaning loudly shoved it into her ass going deep. He held his cock there, all the way inside of her, as he shuddered through his climax. After a long moment he pulled himself out of her ass and joined the other four on the couches.

That left just Chien Lee.

And me, but then I wasn't in that big of a rush. I don't know why, I was as eager as anyone else to jump in there and get my cock wet, but I had to pause and just enjoy the moment. I mean, come on, if you were in my shoes, wouldn't you? 48 hours ago, I was worried about a new account and all the work that would mean. Add to that the pressure of meeting the reps from the other company, who if they were dicks, meant a really bad time of it.

Instead, I'd gotten to enjoy one of the best two days of my life!

Chien Lee was on the edge, that was clear. Barbara had shifted her mouth from his balls to his cock and was bobbing her head up and down slowly, going from head to base each time. I could hear a little popping gag sound each time his cock breached her tight throat. She kept up the strokes, eyes closed, seeming to be lost in the bliss of it all.

He gave a low deep moan, his fingers gripping her head tight. Barbara gave a moan of her own and let him take control, giving in, submitting to his lust. Submitting to his control.

I'll give him this, he kept the strokes slow. Most men, clearly getting ready to cum, would have jackhammered their way to an orgasm. Face fucked her hard. Chien Lee though just kept the pace slow and even, sometimes even going slower. I smiled for I recognized what he was doing. Stringing it out. I'd done the same sometimes when I was alone and masturbating. Getting almost there and lingering.

Those had always been some of my best orgasms!

I was tempted to join in. I bet if I knelt and began spanking my kinky blond as she sucked, she would cum with a quite pleasingly intense orgasm. As much as tonight was about her, I had other concerns to consider.

Ok, so I'm a bastard. Every man dick of you out there would be shoving your cock into Barbara right now, but then as much as I love sex, I love money more.

Chien Lee was close, I could tell. So was Barbara.

So I let them have their moment. It only took a few more strokes.

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Now, for you Ladies reading this, there's two schools of thought for guys when they cum from a blowjob.

There's the tried and true, "Leave it in her mouth and let her swallow it when you come" school.

That's hot and I'd done that many times. There's something incredible about the way a woman's tongue and throat squeeze themselves around the top part of your cock when she's gulping down a big salty load. Each time she swallows, there's this intense constriction around your flesh. You just keep cumming and cumming, not wanting it to stop. Even better if she enjoys the taste. Once she really applies the pressure and sucks, you're lucky to remain standing.

Of course the counter school of thought is, "Let me pull it out and jerk off that big load all across her face" school of blowjob endings.

That's pretty hot as well. Especially if you get the feeling she's not that turned on by the whole blowjob thing. It's fun to humiliate her a bit with the porn star finish. Whenever I'm with a woman and I get the feeling she's sucking my cock just to get it over with, I go with that.

If I was going to lay a bet, I would bet he would go with the porn star ending but he surprised me. Chien Lee leaned his head back and shuddered, holding his cock inside of Barbara's willing mouth. He groaned and I watched as she began to gulp and gulp. Her throat strained as she clearly had trouble swallowing his orgasm. I chuckled to myself. Guess he'd been saving it up, what with his wife not putting it out. Barbara was probably getting several months of stored up lust dumped in her right now.

Some of it oozed out from around her lips, then she coughed hard once and a thin white stream dripped from her nose. That had to hurt! She coughed again and sputtered some but kept her mouth around his cock until the finish.

Chien Lee groaned and with his cock sliding from my horny blond's mouth, he dropped back into the chair behind him. He exhaled loudly, wiping one hand across his sweat soaked brow. Barbara, kneeling there on the carpet, licked at her lips, eyes closed and smiling.

Like a cat, satisfied and happy.

She rubbed the back of a hand across her face, wiping up the sperm that had dripped from her nose. The other hand dropped in her lap and I guess was going towards her pussy for a little self pleasure relief. She hadn't yet had that big orgasm that I could tell.

My cock was rock hard. I smiled to myself. I was about to teach Barbara just what being MY slut, really meant!

"Fuckmeat," I called. "Oh, Fuckmeat..."

She turned and looked at me, then blanched, seeing the gleam in my eyes. I held up the tube of lube for her to see.

"Now let's fuck that ass right," I said.

I laughed because she actually gulped, swallowed, in I don't know what? Fear, or was it Lust? She had to be flash backing to last night when as I shoved this monster in her pussy, she'd screamed and tried to get away. And then next, I'd face fucking her to a shattering orgasm stretching her throat nearly to her tonsils.

Now I meant to stick my huge cock up her ass, an ass stretched by plenty of hard dicks tonight. Even with all that abuse she had to be thinking when I did it, she'd feel like she hadn't been touch at all. I would open depths untouched by any normal cock she'd had so far this evening, if ever.

Walking up to her where she knelt, I stopped and waved my cock in her face.

"Say hello to my cock, Fuckmeat." I said and pushed the head against her lips. "And give in a kiss."

Now I wasn't any bigger than the cock she'd just been sucking and she must of realized it, for Barbara gave a small grin and eagerly opened her mouth.

Damned, I thought, why hadn't I join in the fun earlier?

Her mouth was a warm wet sucking pit of desire and I pushed myself forward into it. She kept going and going until she'd swallowed me to the root. Proud woman at her skills. I savored the feeling as her throat squeezed my flesh and her tongue danced around the part of me still in her mouth. I could have cum right then and been happy but there were more holes left to open tonight.

I let her work my cock over for almost a minute, then pulled it out.

"The table," I said pointing. "On your back and with your legs in the air."

Barbara gave the briefest of hesitations.

"Now Fuckmeat!" I ordered.

She jumped to her feet and went to the coffee table she'd earlier covered with the blanket. The one we'd found her on when we'd first arrived. The one right between the two couches, occupied by the men who had fucked her so often tonight. Barbara lay down so her ass was at the edge and with a quick easy movement raised her legs, pointing them towards the ceiling. White stocking covered legs, ending in heels.

Honestly Ladies, how the hell do you do that?

I mean I couldn't lift my legs and hold them there like that if you put a gun to my head. Yet you do it so effortlessly. I'm speechless sometimes at the way you bend your bodies to help us fuck you. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, just giving you your due. And pointing out something. You wouldn't do that, if you didn't want to get fuck as much as we do. Truth hurts girls but remember that next time your guy drops his pants. You want it too.

Enough of Psych 101. I've got an ass to fuck.

I sat down next to her and ran a hand up Barbara's left leg, from her naked butt to the stocking covered calf, enjoying the feeling of her body. Like silk, smooth and warm. The knees of her white stocking were a bit stained. Kneeling on any carpet will do that to them but the rest of her legs were a young man's wet dream.

Between those uplifted legs, her crotch was slick and red from the fucking she'd received in both holes, as any woman would be from all that sex. Still I smiled. While her pussy was spread and inviting, I saw her clit poked up as if asking for more. Barbara had experienced a half dozen or more small orgasms that I could tell, maybe more, yet hadn't yet had the Big One.

I meant to give that to her soon. Barbara was holding her legs with her hands, just above the knees, so I couldn't further abuse her and make her lube up her own asshole without making her drop her legs. Fine, I thought, I'd do it myself.

"Ready for some serious ass pounding, Fuckmeat?" I asked, sliding the hand back down to her butt.

"Yes Sir," she said. "Please fuck my ass, Sir."

I spanked her butt once hard.

"That's what I'm going to do," I promised, spanking it one more time. "So let's get it lubed up then."

Barbara gave a soft moan.

I took the tube of lubricant, popped the top and squirted a large glob on my two fingers. Reaching down, I smeared some first across her rosy asshole, then slide those two fingers into her. I worked them in and out to the second knuckle. You could tell she'd been ass fucked tonight. The rosy ring had a pleasant tightness but not overly so, like they are when you first get to them. I added a third finger.

Funny, that's why I believe in God.

Pussies and assholes. If God didn't want you to have sex, then why do they both shrink back up after you fuck them? Why do they get tight again? No matter how much you fuck a woman, she's always going to be like the first time, if you give her a few hours to recover. It doesn't serve much of a purpose except to make you enjoy the second time around just as much.

God wants us to fuck!

I pushed my fingers in to the third knuckle and Barbara gave another moan.

Three fingers was just about as thick as the cocks she'd been taking so far. I worked the lube all around the entrance, getting it good and slick. Finally though it was time to give her some of my cock.

The coffee table was at the perfect height. Kneeling between her legs, my dick was aimed right at her asshole. I had palmed a condom along with the tube of lube and took a moment to bite open the foil packet, then don the thin rubber condom. I'd been right, Barbara had purchased a bunch of extra large ones as well. Clearly she'd expected to re-meet my thick cock tonight. I smeared what was left of the lube on my fingers across the head of the condom.

Like I said, the smart one's are always the best fucks, not the least because they think outside the box. Sometimes they're not the most attractive ones, but they have an imagination when it comes to sex that you can't beat.

Always fuck a geek if you have a chance!

Damned, I realized something then, as I held my stiff cock in my hand ready to fuck Barbara's asshole. I had meant to angle my actions to get Chien Lee involved in double penetrating the willing bitch in front of me soon. Yet what I'd done so far had put him to the sidelines. I paused, the head of my cock at the entrance of Barbara's ass. What the fuck, I thought, I'd screwed up.

My horny blond looked up at my lack of penetration. Maybe she thought it was a further test. Dropping her hands from her legs, she grabbed the edge of the table she lay on and pulled. Her asshole wrapped itself around the head almost to the crown and I couldn't help myself then. I pushed forward and opened her ass with my cock.

We both moaned loudly as it penetrated her. What the hell, I'd get back to Chien Lee in a minute, I thought.

My push and Barbara's pull had gotten about an inch or so in her. I pulled back until just the edge of the crown was still in then pushed forward again. I got a bit more inside this time.

"Oh, fuck!" Barbara sighed. "That's a big cock."

I smiled, putting my hands on her legs, resting them on my shoulders and gave her a few more strokes, working myself forward.

"Oww, oww, oww," she moaned again. "God damned its big!"

The Boys laughed from the couches nearby. A couple had their hands in their crotches, stroking their soft cocks. I didn't expect they would stay soft long. Barbara groaned every time I got to the deepest point. I gave her slow strokes, letting her get used to my size. I kept at it until I had it almost half way in.

Chien Lee walked up then and grabbed a seat on the couch to my left. He had a fresh glass and a big grin. He also had a new hard-on. He was clearly enjoyed himself so far.

With half my cock in her I decide to save the rest for later and just work at getting her used to my cock. I picked up the speed but didn't press forward anymore. Barbara with me supporting her legs, had moved her hands to her breast. She was rubbing them and playing with her nipples. Her eyes were closed and she was clearly enjoying herself as well.

I know I'd said earlier I prefer pussy to ass that doesn't mean I don't enjoy fucking a butt. On the contrary, Barbara's ass was great. Her asshole was a tight grasping ring around my shaft, pulsating in waves of pleasure, tightening, then loosening, then squeezing tight again. And the inside of her ass was warm and slick like a glove.




The Next Room, Next Night Ch. 02



Reaching around her leg with one arm, I dropped my hand into her crotch. With my thumb I found her clit. Barbara gasped when I touched it, and her entire body quivered. That felt incredible on my cock.

"Oh yes, please," she begged. "Play with my pussy too."

She was back to being very turned on, and an orgasm working it's way out.

"Mmmmm," she purred. "Oh, that's it, just like that."

Her ass had loosened up enough that I could stroke fairly easily now. And her clit was hard stiff point under my thumb. I was half a mind to finish her off but then I wanted the Big One for her to be with Chien Lee's cock inside of her. Maybe mine as well, but definitely his.

"Ohhh, ah ha, oh God," Barbara moaned, getting close to an orgasm. "Ohh, ohhh, so good."

I gave her a few more strokes and pulled my cock out of her.

"No, please no," she gasped. "Don't stop!"

Her legs had been on my shoulders while I'd fucked her. Now I took both in one arm and with my other hand, slapped her vacant ass hard. I spanked her a second time then dropped her legs and walked away.

"What kind of slut are you?" I asked. "Your Master's got a hard-on and you're not taking care of it?"

Walking over to the arm of the couch beside Chien Lee, I sat. Crossing my arms across my chest in mock severity, I shook my head. Of course my wet stiff cock wiggling between my legs spoiled the look somewhat. Didn't matter, we were playing the Game, Barbara and I.

"Maybe we should have left her outside?" I said to Chien Lee.

Barbara slowly sat up. She was breathing heavy and her eyes were almost slits. It was a measure of her exhaustion that she didn't respond to my threat. It was a measure too of her excitement that she managed to sit up at all. She pushed back a few errant strands of sweat soaked hair and looked at me.

Then she smiled!

I laugh now weeks after the fact, but I had not understood the truly kinky depths of my newly met blond. If I had, I might not have followed Rick and Fred into the opened door of the Next Room. As it was, she showed us all. Then that's a tale of tomorrow. Tonight we were going to fuck Barbara to the very edge and see if she would jump.

She breathed in deeply, then out. In again and out. Barbara slowly got up off the table. She stood there for a moment not moving, then leaned her head back and eyes closed, let her body just quiver. I don't know if she had an orgasm then, but it was without a doubt one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen.

My cock got even harder.

When she opened her eyes, I grinned to myself. There stood a woman who was about to get fucked. Barbara reached behind her and unhooked her half bra. With a toss, it was off her. Then she unzipped the small white skirt. A shake of the hips and it dropped to the floor at her feet. She stood there naked except for the stockings and the thin white collar around her neck. Posing it almost seemed, letting us take in her body and the promise of sex to come, like a Greek goddess of Lust. I wanted her and I bet every other guy in that room did too.

And we were going to get her too!

Walking over to Chien Lee and I, Barbara looked down at him, one hand softly caressing her breasts.

"I'm sorry Master," she said softly, holding out her other hand. "Please let me make amends for my lapse in obedience."

Chien Lee stared up at her.

"Fuck me Master," she purred. "Stick your big hard cock in me."

The hand on her breasts dropped to her pussy, and she slide one finger inside of herself.

"Please Master," she sighed. "My pussy is sooo wet for you."

She slide a second finger inside and slowly finger fucked herself while we watched. It wasn't long before she added a third finger.

"Please Master," she begged. "Make me cum."

Chien Lee stood then and followed as she lead him to the table, laying down on his back as she instructed him. Barbara took his stiff cock in her hand and guided it to her pussy as she settled on his lap. The big head parted the lips and they both groaned. As she pushed herself down onto his cock, she whispered.

"Make me cum..."

Take the hottest porn video you've ever watched. Now double the hotness factor. Then double it again because it's not playing out on that computer monitor in front of you right now. No, this erotic spectacle was being played out before your very eyes, not ten feet in front of you, so close you could smell the scent of her sweaty sex soaked pussy getting screwed.

"Oh, fuck!" Barbara exclaimed. "It feels like I'm losing my virginity all over again!"

She was straddling his waist, facing him with her knees on each side of his hips and about half of his thick dick in her pussy. She settled a little bit further down Chien Lee's big cock with each stroke of her hips.

"My God," she moaned. "Its so fucking big."

She pushed herself further down his dick.

"Ohhh, I can feel it in my stomach." Barbara pressed one hand to her tight belly. "I've never felt a cock that deep before."

The Boys on the couches were all slowly stroking their cocks at the sight.

"It hurts," she moaned. "It hurts so good, so fucking good."

The blond started sliding up and down on his cock. She kept at it, getting his big cock deeper and deeper into herself. Chien Lee had his hands on her breast, playing with her nipples. She moaned, having nearly taken it all, her strokes almost to the root.

From where I sat, I could see Chien Lee's cock as it split Barbara's pussy wide open. She was right, it was big and looked even bigger with the way her pussy lips stretched around the shaft as she fucked him. She had a great looking butt too, I noticed and the rosebud of her asshole was an inviting reminder of what I had planned for her soon.

"I can't handle this," Barbara groaned, but didn't slow down her strokes. "It's too big, it's fucking huge!"

Barbara rocked back and forth, harder and harder. Long deep strokes, up and down.

"I hate you mother fuckers!" She suddenly exclaimed, shoving herself down on Chien Lee's cock hard. "Bastards! You're all fucking bastards!"

She raised her hips until just the head was inside of her pussy then slammed herself down again hard.

"I hate you," she practically yelled. "Fucking..." down again even harder. "Bastards!"

Down one final time.

"Hate you...ohhh fucking Mother of God, I hate you all!"

Barbara had the orgasm she had been waiting for all night for.

The wave of pleasure tore through her body, making her shake like she was being shocked with electricity. Her arms thrust out to her side, hands clenched in fists. Barbara leaned her head back and her mouth opened in a soundless scream of joy.

Chien Lee dropped his hands to her hips and held her down, his cock in her as far as she could go. It wasn't to the balls but it was damned close. Luck thing he had been a wrestler because I don't think I could have held her there myself. He did and his moans mixed with hers.

I don't know how he kept from cumming. The feeling inside of her pussy, wrapped tight around his cock had to be mind blowing. I could only figure it was because he'd just recently cum down Barbara's throat and so wasn't quite ready. I smiled, glad that I'd switched out, else it would be me the blond was fucking so hard and I would have dumped a load in her given the way she was shaking.

Her orgasm lasted longer than her earlier ones but soon she was calmed down enough to continue. Chien Lee squeezed her ass and she slowly started riding his stiff cock again. Slow strokes up and down. She kept at it, slowly speeding up as he moved his hands up her body again to her breasts.

I smiled, the man did seem to like those tits.

Time for me to give her a reason to cum again.

Standing up, I slowly walked over to the table, coming up behind Barbara. Chien Lee's legs lay off the table, his feet on the floor. They were spread a bit and I didn't have any trouble stepping between them and getting positioned. Barbara had her knees on the table and they were spread wide, straddling Chien Lee's crotch.

Barbara gave a start when she felt my hands on her hips. She looked over her shoulder at me, questions in her lust filled eyes. I leaned down and kissed her, lightly on the lips. A kiss that got more intense. Her tongue parted my lips and wiggled seductively inside my mouth.

I let the head of my condom covered cock touch her asshole again, still slick from the earlier lube. She groaned into my mouth. I pushed my hips forward and we both groaned.

Damned that was tight!

The holes are always a bit tighter when two men are inside of a woman. I knew this from experience. I'd DPed a few woman in the past with either Rick or Fred. This though was even better. I guess I understood now what my friends meant about DPs with me. Rick had always said I had a tendency to really tighten a woman up for them. Chien Lee's monster of a cock had Barbara's ass so tight I almost couldn't open it. I gave her butt a really hard spank and that did the trick, the head of my cock pushing its way inside of her.

Both Chien Lee and Barbara groaned.

"Mother fucker!" she exclaimed, breaking our kiss.

I laughed softly, staring into her eyes. She smiled back and started moving her hips. It was my turn to moan then. Her asshole around my cock was incredible. I bet her pussy felt just as good around Chien Lee. Barbara was doing all the moving in this case. Chien Lee and I just had to stand there and let her fuck herself.

Barbara was positioned so she could get his entire cock inside of her. As she moved her hips she was getting about half of me in when she bottomed out on him. At her next upward stroke I moved forward a bit. When she pushed back, she got a lot more of me that time.

"Oh yeah," she moaned. "That's it..."

I did it again on the next stroke. This time she got almost all of me and Chien Lee both.

One more stroke and I moved far enough that my balls rested on Chien Lee's. He didn't seem to be bothered, or he just didn't care, what with the sensations Barbara's pussy was giving him. When she pushed back this time, she got us both nearly to the roots.

"Ohhh God, oh fuck!" She held the depth and wiggled her hips around in little circles. "Ohhh, yeah, oh yes, oh yeah."

It was my turn to moan. Taking her hips in my hand I pushed her forward, then pulled her back, making her previous strokes faster. Barbara got the hint and picked up her speed.

That felt good and I was half tempted to just stand there, letting her fuck herself on my cock. And she was doing an excellent job of it too. Barbara would go up and down on our cocks a dozen times, then stop and wiggle, grinding her crotch as hard as she could against us. Then she'd go back to the up and down.

I let my hands roam up her waist to her back. Her body was slick under my fingers from her sweat. Ohhh, it was like warm silk under my hand. I love a woman's back too.

Oh, I know I've told you that I'm a pussy man, but that's when she's got herself wrapped around your cock. No, I mean when a woman is just standing there and you're drinking in the sight of her body, clothed in something tight and slinkie, like a oasis spring hidden by wayward palm trees, offering the promise of quenching the thirst of a man too long in the desert and without.

The best evening gowns are the ones that come conservatively up to the neck in front, yet plunge in the back, baring that sensual arch of flesh so when you walk up behind them and run a stiff finger up their backs tracing their spine, they just shiver in anticipation of what it will feel like when you drag them into a nearby closet, lift their dress, bend them forward and shove your stiff cock into them deep. They'll bite your hand hard to keep from moaning loud and alerting the others at the party too.

And I have the scars to prove it.

Taking my finger, I rested it on my cock where it split Barbara's ass wide. With the nail, I pressed it into her flesh and then slowly ran it up Barbara's back. By the time I got to her neck she was shaking around both of our cocks.

I needed a break or I'd be shaking soon too. And I expected Chien Lee could use one as well. He'd been fucking Barbara longer than I had. Then too I wanted her next orgasm to be with me deep inside her pussy. So I slapped her ass hard and pulled my stiff cock from her ass.

"Get up Fuckmeat!" I yelled.

Barbara was clearly confused and I didn't give her anytime to collect herself. She was close to another orgasm, and didn't want to leave Chien Lee's cock. I grabbed the back of her head, fingers gripping her short hair at the neck, and pulled her off of the table and off his dick. She landed on the floor heavy.

"God damned, Fuckmeat!" I exclaimed. "All of these cocks and you can't seem to handle more than a couple of them at one time."

I shook my head, standing over her where she knelt.

"What a pathetic piece of shit you are..."

Squatting behind of Barbara, I grabbed her wrists and pulled them down until they were behind her head.

"Here's the deal Fuckmeat," I whispered in her ear. "These men you've ignored are going to fuck your face now."

I saw Rick, Fred and the three Chinese's eyes light up. They all had hard-ons from watching me and Chien Lee fuck Barbara. I expected they were eager to get some fun.

"The thing is though," I grinned at Young who was directly in front of us. "You get one minute to get each of them off."

I squeezed hard and I heard Barbara moan.

"If you don't make every one of these guys cum in your mouth in the next five minutes," I said to her, holding her firm. "Then I'll throw you back out into the hall and this time..."

I leaned forward until she could see my face.

"This time Fuckmeat," I promised. "I won't come out and get you."

Young grinned and got up off the couch. He held his stiff dick in his hand and walked forward until he was standing in front of Barbara's face.

"Ready?" I asked her.

"Yes Sir," she answered.

I released her arms and stood. Young pushed his cock down to her lips.

"Ok Fuckmeat, Go!"

Barbara opened her mouth and swallowed Young's cock to the balls. Her lips gobbled at the base of his shaft and she raised both hands to his balls. I could hear her throat gagging around his dick even though he wasn't in my league. That had to be hurting, I thought but she kept it in her mouth to the root. Young groaned.

I could see her lips working his shaft and she had one hand around his balls. She pulled them downward away from the shaft and rolled them around in her palm. The other hand was further back and I saw Young jump as I guess Barbara pulled her earlier trick of a finger up his ass.

"Oh fuck!" he exclaimed.

Grinning around his cock, Barbara's throat quivered as Young had his orgasm. I'm sure he would have liked to savor the moment but as soon as he was finished, Barbara pulled her mouth off his cock and pushed him away.

"Next," she said, grinning.

The Boys all stared at the speed with which Barbara had gotten Young off. Even I was impressed. When no one moved, Barbara just crawled quickly over to where Dumpy and Short were sitting and pushed her head into Dumpy's crotch. While she bobbed her mouth up and down, she reached across and grabbed Short's cock with her hand. She began jerking him off as she sucked.

"Are you really going to throw her out?" Chien Lee asked.

He'd sat up and was watching the action.

Barbara couldn't seem to get the depth she wanted with the two of them seated, so she pulled her mouth off of Dumpy's cock and motioned them both to stand. With a hand on each cock she pulled them together so both stiff dicks were within easy reach. Then she went to work.

"Nah," I answered him. "That was just to get her motivated."

She took one cock in her mouth and sucked it to the root, then she'd suck hard, her cheeks pressing in around the shaft and slowly pull her mouth back up the shaft to the head. She'd pause then and from the way her throat muscles quivered I guessed her tongue was working the head of his cock over big time. Releasing his cock from her mouth with a pop, she gobbled Short's cock down and did the same to him. Back and forth she worked.

"Besides I still want to fuck her some more," I smiled, turning towards him. "And you haven't had a chance to fuck her asshole yet."

Chien Lee smiled back.

"Two minutes left, Fuckmeat!" I yelled.

Tell you a secret, I wasn't really looking at my watch. I wanted her to succeed in my latest task just to keep the party going.

Barbara strokes picked up and it didn't take much more before first Dumpy, then Short to both came in her mouth. She didn't even wait to finish swallowing before she turned to the last two of the five. Rick and Fred were standing now as well, their cocks side by side, waiting. Barbara crawled on her knees to them and grabbed them by their cocks pulling both to her mouth at the same time.

My condom was looking a little worse for wear, so I peeled it off. Someone had grabbed a small trash can and had moved it to the end of the couch. It was littered with other used condoms and small foil packets. At least the Boys were cleaning up after themselves.

I heard Fred groan and he grabbed Barbara's head in his hands. Rick wisely stepped back. Pushing his cock into her mouth, Fred began rapidly face fucking her hard. Barbara relaxed and let him man handle her. I could see her hands around his balls though, rolling them around in her fingers.

It didn't take him much longer than the earlier ones before he was shooting his sperm down her throat. He tried to hold her head, to keep her mouth on him, but Barbara pushed him away, turning towards her final conquest. Rick smiled and wiggled his cock back and forth.

"One minute!" I yelled.

Rick seemed to want to play but Barbara would have none of that. As he started to step back, she grabbed him by each legs. He yelped in pain as she sunk her fingernails into his flesh and while he was distracted, she pounced. That's the only word that came to mind to describe the way she went after his cock. Lips wide, she captured the head and pushing herself forward, slide her mouth down his cock in one smooth glide until her nose was buried in his crotch.

She did the gagging trick she'd used earlier on Young, the top part of Rick's cock getting squeezed in a firm pulsating grip by her throat and the lower part being swabbed by her tongue. He groaned at the sensations and when it was clear he would stay still, Barbara released his legs, transferring one hand to his balls, the other to the shaft.

Her cheeks pressed in as she sucked hard, and she did the pull she'd done earlier to the other two Chinese only this time as his shaft came out of her mouth, her hand spun round and round the wet flesh. She continued to do that as she paused on the head, sucking as hard as she could. She did that for several moments then back down his cock her mouth went to repeat everything again.

And again. And again.

"Fifteen seconds!"

Rick really didn't stand a chance. As I started counting down the seconds, he loudly groaned. His hands dropping to Barbara's hair and it was clear he was cumming. She had her lips just below the head and let him fill up her mouth. At three seconds, she pulled her mouth off him and eyes closed, swallowed.

The Boys started clapping their hands in appreciation. Even Chien Lee joined in. Barbara opened her eyes and looked around, smiling. I let her bask in the applause while I went to get her a bottle of water.

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"Having fun so far?"

Barbara looked up at my question and grinned broadly.

"I'll take that as a yes," I said.

The naked blond was sitting in the chair earlier occupied by Chien Lee, who was currently in the bathroom. She had her stocking covered legs tucked up under her, just relaxing. The Boys were over at the bar getting fresh drinks which left the two of us alone for the moment.




The Next Room, Next Night Ch. 02



"You are an evil, evil man." Barbara whispered, taking a drink from her water. "And I'm enjoying every minute of it."

I sat down on the arm of her chair and reached out to touch her, softly stroking her cheek. Funny thing, sitting there put my cock right in front of her face. Barbara glanced around and seeing no one watching us, reached a hand up and slide it into my crotch. Her fingers were warm as they wrapped themselves around my dick.

Then she yawned.

"Sorry," she said.

I glanced down at my watch. It was a little after eleven and we'd all been at it for over two hours now. No wonder she was tired. I was too. Though I perked right up as she slowly masturbated me with her hand.

"Feel like one more before bed?" I asked.

"What did you have in mind?"

I just grinned and her eyes sparkled back with mischievous excitement. Chien Lee came out of the bathroom and walked over to the bar.

"Go over and get on the table." I told her.

She gave me a questioning look.

"Trust me," I said, smiling.

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Everyone was again seated, the Boys on the couches, Chien Lee on his chair, Barbara on her table.

"You've been so, so good tonight Fuckmeat." I said, slowly walking around the table.

"Thank you Sir," she said.

My horny blond, sweat and cum stained naked body held at attention, head demurely down and hands behind her back, was clearly ready for one more go of it. I stopped in front of her.

"Fuckmeat," I said. "I've realized something."

Reaching out I gently stroked her hair.

"I've realized that while you've taken your Master cock in your mouth and you've taken it in your pussy. You haven't taken it up your ass yet."

Barbara's eyes went wide, even though her head was down.

"You want him to fuck you there, don't you?"

She shivered, considering what I was asking her to do.

"Don't you?" I asked again.

Picture this, my horny blond was kneeling, head down. Suddenly she shuffled in place to left, counter clockwise, until her back was to Chien Lee and I, then she leaned forward until her head was on the table. Her hands appeared and grasping each cheek of her naked ass, she spread them, exposing her well fucked pussy and asshole.

"Master," Barbara's voice was clear. "Please fuck my ass."

She slowly wiggled it back and forth.

"Please..."

I turned and looked at Chien Lee. I have to laugh now, weeks later, remembering the big grin he had on his face. Think about it. Six, seven hours ago you're getting off some shitty flight, way too long and now you've got a incredibly gorgeous blond practically begging you to shove your cock up her tight ass.

If only all of our lives could be so sweet.

Barbara's fingers reached further and her two index fingers teased the bright red ring of her asshole.

"Please, Master..." she purred again. "Fuck my ass with your big stiff cock."

She let her fingers slide inside of herself to the first knuckle, then she spread her asshole. It was wet and inviting, having been fucked many times tonight. Not by anything as big as what was soon to come but then I'd opened her up earlier with my cock. Chien Lee might be a challenge but not one she couldn't handle. Barbara started finger fucking herself while we all watched.

"Please Master..." she moaned.

I stepped away as Chien Lee stood. I went to where the box of condoms was, grabbing one for Chien Lee and the tube of lubricant. He'd need both.

At first he just stood there next to the table, watching, as we all were, the blond play with her ass. It was one hell of a sight too. His cock slowly got harder, rising up as if it had a mind of its own. Chien Lee took one hand and set it on the top of Barbara's ass. He let the thumb trail down and join her fingers, slowly pushing it into her. She groaned at the touch and pushed her hips back, inviting him to take her.

"I need your cock," she softly begged.

Walking past him, I handed Chien Lee the condom and the lube, then went and sat down on the couch with Fred and Short, the others seated on the opposite one. I leaned back and got ready to enjoy the coming show.

Barbara was resting on her breasts with her head on the table facing me and her hands on her ass. She had her eyes closed, letting her inner slut come out as she finger fucked her asshole for Chien Lee. I grinned to myself seeing the soft little smile she was wearing.

The radio was still tuned to the blues station I'd first tuned it to, and there was a really smoky song playing right then. Barbara let herself slowly move in time with the music. Behind her, Chien Lee was putting the condom on his cock, now stiff and hard, jutting from his crotch.

I took a few moments just to take in the erotic beauty of my kinky blond.

Funny, I just realize something, I haven't really described her to you but in the broadest of terms, have I? Sorry about that.

So there I was, naked, cock semi hard, and a few feet in front of me a woman, my friends both new and old had spent the past two hours fucking. Unless you've actually been in an orgy or group sex, its hard to describe the feeling but then I wasn't talking about me, I was talking about Barbara.

Athletic is your first impression, though without the thinness of youth. She has a few extra pounds on her, which she probably works hard to loose but that gives her body real curves. Good size shapely breasts without being large. If I had to guess, I'd peg her just past 30. She's probably five foot six or seven without heels. Long shapely legs, the kind that should always wear stockings. Tonight, white stockings stained from all her time on her knees sucking cock.

Speaking of sucking cock, Barbara had what an old time buddy of mine called "Cock Sucking Lips". Full, round and inviting, and when they are, like tonight, coated in dark red lipstick, you just want to slide your cock between them.

What else?

Beautiful ice blue eyes! You notice them first off. Cute face with a hint of English or European in it. Classy. Yeah classy and so much better when you get the chance to dominate her, like I have tonight. Like fucking that high school teacher you had the crush on. Something vaguely forbidden about the tryst but you still couldn't say no, if offered.

And finally, I've mentioned her hair. Nicely blond and cut short but not one of those butch lesbian bobs. Hers was just above the shoulders and expensively razor cut with layers. It was understated which made it even hotter. Just enough you can get a good handful to pull while you fucked her rough.

Speaking of rough, Chien Lee had gotten his condom on. This should be interesting, I thought. I'd opened Barbara's asshole earlier with my own big cock but his was a whole level more of wide.

Her eyes popped open as he pushed himself into her. From the angle I guessed he'd speared her pussy again. Probably wanting to get Barbara turned on again before he shoved that monster up her ass. She sighed and a soft grin appeared.

I could see Chien Lee's hands as he squirted a bunch of lube on two fingers, then slid them into her asshole. Barbara's eye went wide and she gave a small soft gasp. While he fucked her pussy, he finger fucked her ass. Her eyes were half closed as she clearly enjoyed the sensations.

It didn't take Chien Lee long to get her ass lubed to his satisfaction. I watched him pull his cock out and move it upward, centering the head on Barbara's waiting ravished ass.

Now I had expected some resistance and difficulty, getting that monster cock into her tight little hole, but maybe all the action had really finally made a complete slut out of my submissive blond. Barbara gasped as Chien Lee's cock slide easily into her ass. He seemed surprised as well but that didn't stop him from pushing forward with his thrust.

Barbara groaned and her hands, which had been spreading the cheeks of her ass, dropped to the table. They grabbed the edge of it, trying to hold herself in place no doubt.

Chien Lee pulled his cock back and then rammed it forward hard.

She moaned.

His cock firmly lodged, Chien Lee grabbed her waist and on his next stroke, pulled back too.

Barbara screamed then.

I chuckled to myself and felt my cock get hard.

He fucked her ass slowly, pushing it back and forth while he held her waist firmly. not that Barbara was trying to get away. Any initial discomfort quick turned to pleasure. She breathed in and out, taking deep breaths whenever Chien Lee got really deep.

I got up and walked around to where I could see the action. Damned, I thought to myself when I could see Chien Lee's cock in Barbara's ass. Stretch wide, it looked like he was using a baseball bat on her. I didn't see how her body could stretch so wide without tearing, but she was doing it, taking his huge cock in her ass and clearly enjoying every inch.

Chien Lee too, I bet. That had to be the tightest hole he'd ever fucked. The mouth of her asshole grasping his cock like a tiny rubber band, that slide up and down his hard length as he fucked her. I hoped he could last a while because I had nasty plans for my kinky blond.

Plans that involved my stiffening cock.

All the lube Chien Lee had used helped him get a good steady pace going, his dick sliding in and out. His hands firmly held a hold of Barbara's waist and helped him as he pulled her sharply back each time he drove his cock into her. Each time he did, she would give a soft little yelp of pleasure. Letting his hands move up her back, Chien Lee then reached under her and grasping her breasts, pulled her up. She moaned as he squeezed her breasts with his finger.

"Oh fuck that's good," I heard her mutter.

He kept at it for several minutes, fucking Barbara's ass with his cock while he played with her breasts. Slowly it turned her on more and more, I could tell. She started to push herself back onto his cock, fucking herself with his dick. Her body began to glisten with sweat and her moans go deeper and deeper. Soon her head was hanging down, and her weigh was supported just by Chien Lee's hands.

I'd been watching from behind Chien Lee, standing there sipping my drink. I leaned in then and whispered in his ear.

"Don't forget to spank her..."

I heard him chuckle and I smiled. Moments later the sound of his hand was a sharp crack.

Barbara gasped at the blow, and again, as Chien Lee hit the other side of her ass. The pain didn't stop her from fucking herself on his cock though. If anything it made her push back a bit harder.

Crack!

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Chien Lee had been fucking Barbara for almost ten minutes, and spanking her ass the entire time. Her flesh was a bright rosy red. Now though he had his hands back on her breasts, pinching her nipples as he pushed himself into her tight butt.

She moaned loudly and her body quivered. Another orgasm, one of several so far but none of them big ones. Time to give her that big one I thought as I slowly stroked my own hard dick with one hand.

Walking back over to the two, I leaned down and whispered again into his ear.

"Roll her over, I'm going to fuck her pussy."

He grinned.

Earlier at the strip club, Chien Lee had mentioned he had been a wrestler in college. He showed he still had his youthful strength then. Hands on her breasts, he stood, lifting her up off of the table. That had the effect of pulling her back and shoving his big entire cock up her ass to the root. Barbara gasped at the deep penetration.

While she was a couple of inches taller than him, the way she was stuck on his dick had her toes dangling in the air above the floor. That forced her even deeper on his cock. Chien Lee pulled her back until she was pressed against his chest, his hands squeezing her breasts roughly. He kissed her on the neck as she whimpered, blue eyes closed.

Thinking back, I don't know how he did it but with a flick of his hips, Chien Lee tossed Barbara upward. Her ass slid up his cock almost to the head and then gravity pulled her back on it.

She screamed as her butt hit his crotch hard.

He did it again, launching her upward to be pulled back down.

For a moment I thought he was going to keep that up and get his own orgasm deep inside of Barbara's shaking body but after a half dozen strokes he stopped, and with his cock still stuffed inside of her ass to the root, Chien Lee turned and sat slowly down on the table.

For her part, Barbara just sat there, pinned to his lap by his dick, her legs shaking and her eyes half closed from the sensations.

I laughed softly to myself. Time to fuck this bitch to unconsciousness.

As I mentioned earlier, my friends and I had double penetrated a lot of horny co-eds and not a few secretaries and bar girls over the past 10 years, from college to recent history. I thought to myself as I walked up to the sweaty couple, that this DP would be my masterpiece. One that Barbara, in her old age would still think about and smile, to the confusion of her many grandchildren.

Laying on the floor next to the couch to my right, where Fred and Junior sat, was a pillow. One of several that had been on the couches when we entered. I picked it up.

When Chien Lee had sat down, Barbara's legs had ended up on the outside of his own. Seeing me walk up, he spread his legs and that make hers spread as well. I had a clear view of her crotch, his cock splitting her asshole wide and her pussy, wet and slick, ready to get fucked.

The height of the coffee table the two were on meant I needed an inch or so to do what I wanted to. Tossing the pillow down on the floor between her legs, I knelt on it. I could see Chien Lee smile. He was still nibbling on Barbara's neck as he held her pressed against him.

For her part, I doubted my horny blond knew what I was doing, or even that I was there. Her eyes, still half closed were glazed over with the many orgasms Chien Lee had given her in the last twenty minutes. Her eyes did open wide when she felt the head of my cock press again her pussy.

I pushed forward slightly, just enough that the lips of her sex enveloped the head of my cock. We both gasped, Barbara the new sensations of having both her holes opened so incredibly wide and me, from the hot wet feel of those lips stretched so tight around my cock.

Her arms had been hanging loose at her sides, while impaled on Chien Lee's cock like a butterfly on a pin. She raised them then and taking my shoulders in her hand, pulled me forward. Inch by stiff inch, I sunk my big cock into her tight pussy.

We both groaned when I got almost balls deep. I felt stiff resistance in the last inch or so, a tight ring of flesh stopping my progress.

Damned she felt good!

Chien Lee's huge cock in her ass, made Barbara's pussy a glove two sizes too small. Only her capricious juices from her previous orgasms allowed me the lubrication to get my cock inside of her that far. She slowly pulled her body toward me and then her warm mouth meet mine. Kissing her, I could feel her quiver at the double penetration, as both of our cocks were deep inside of her.

Now, if you've never been in a three way like this, you might not realize, the guy on the bottom, as Chien Lee was, is often hampered in his actions. He's got no leverage to move and is usually left with just sitting there while the guy on the top gets off. Oh, it's pleasurable all right, feeling the other person's cock slides in and out, separated by a thin membrane of tight flesh. The friction is erotic and the tight ring of her ass around the base of your cock keeps you hard, but a guy likes to take control, to push himself in to a willing body, to take her as your own.

Lucky for Chien Lee, the height of the table was just right.

Leaning back, put my cock pointing straight up, and gave Barbara just enough room to put her feet on the floor. It also gave her the space that she could push herself up and let our two cocks slide part of the way out of her. Chien Lee let her get high enough that just the heads of our cocks remained, before his hand on her shoulder stopped her.

When she let herself slowly slide back down, all three of us groaned.

She did it again, up to the tip then a slow slide down.

And again.

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There came a point during our three way that Barbara noticed what I had done.

Or not had done.

It was subtle, but slowly I saw in her eyes a realization form. I smiled and she smiled back.

See, I hadn't put a condom on when I came forward this last time. My bare naked cock was slowly sliding up and down inside her equally naked pussy. Wet slick flesh against hot stiff flesh. You might rail against my disregard but I was pretty confident of my safety. Even with my horny blond's recent sluthood, I doubted she had been indiscriminate about her sex partners. So I was pretty sure I was safe from catching anything.

Plus, I really wanted to dump a big load of hot cum inside of this bitch!

Nothing says you own a woman like the ability to freely cum inside of her and walk away while your sperm dribbles from her used pussy. Its the ultimate act of possession. To cum inside of her, knowing in a small dark corner that she can do nothing to stop you.

She's yours.

Barbara was fucking herself on our two cock, doing the job for us. Chien Lee was still playing with her breasts, her stiff nipples sticking out between his fingers. I had one hand on her waist and the other behind her head. From time to time, I'd give her short hair a hard pull. She'd smile a sexy evil little smile at the discomfort and fuck herself down on our cocks harder for it.

I could feel it getting to me. I was going to cum soon if this kept up.

The action was getting to Barbara as well. Where earlier her up and down strokes had been sure and even, now her movements were jerky and at times she would stop and change direction half deep on our cocks. And too her breath was coming shorter and shorter. She had her teeth biting her lower lip and her eyes were again half closed, like she was in deep concentration. I waited for one down ward stroke and with my hand at the back of her neck, pulled her sharply down.

She groaned, as the head of my cock hit again that tight ring of flesh. This time her cervix gave a quiver and wrapping itself around the head of my cock, squeezed. It was my turn to groan at the feeling.

I felt Chien Lee's hand touch mine, on Barbara's shoulder. She raised herself up and he pulled her down hard, pushing her onto his cock. He was close too, I could tell. I moved my hand up, to caress her check.

Barbara's eyes were mere slits, as she fucked herself on our cocks. Her previously sharp polished looks were a well worn and dirty testament to all the fucking and sucking she had done so far. Soon she was going to get her ultimate reward, a big soul shaking orgasm as two stiff big cocks split her wide open, then spilled their seed inside of her and she was working towards that end with a passion.

The head of my cock kept tapping her cervix when she was at her lowest point. The next time she did that, my eyes went wide as I felt the tight ring of flesh give and cock open her up. I groaned out loud as the most amazing sensations took me. Her body enveloped me like a fist squeezed tight. I thought the head of my cock might pop off, then I groaned again as my orgasm washed over me.

It was my turn to have eyes roll into the back of my head, as spurt after hard spurt of sperm erupted from my cock, buried deep inside of Barbara's cunt. I flooded her body with my hot cum and felt the wetness across my cock as it slowly filled her.

Chien Lee came then too, though he had a condom on. Still the way his cock swelled and pulsed help amplify the feelings Barbara had from my orgasm.

The rippling contractions of Barbara's body, as both pussy and ass were filled with cum, was amazing. She shook and shook as she was pinned between us, hard firm hands holding her tight, pulling her down so her body was penetrated to the max.




The Next Room, Next Night Ch. 02



Her nipples were sharp stiff points and her chest heaved as she fought for breath, her orgasms crashing over her in waves and waves. That sent me into another orgasm, something that rarely happened. I had just finished one, when another squeezed my loins in a erotic grasp.

Barbara, orgasms of her own taking control of her body, leaned forward and I felt her mouth on my. Her lips opened and her tongue, a sharp darting serpent, wiggled its way inside my mouth and played with my own tongue. She groaned inside my mouth, another deep hard orgasm rippling its way up from her crotch and vibrating her body against mine.

My sight went gray...

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(thirty minutes later)

"Ohhh..." she sighed. "You truly are a most evil man."

I chuckled, handing her a bottle of juice from the mini-bar in her room. The warm waters of her bath, plus the bubble from the small bottle I'd added to the waters as I'd filled it several minutes ago, caressed her naked breasts like I had done not long ago.

"Very, very evil..." she said softly.

It had been an amazing climax to a decadent evening.

As Chien Lee and I had sat there, enjoying the after glow of coming inside of her, Barbara had been treated to several shots of sperm from the Boys. The show had turned them so on, that as we three had cum, first Junior, then Rick, Fred and Short had stepped up, and hands around their cocks, they had shot their sperm across Barbara's face and breasts, before collapsing back onto the couches.

We all lay there exhausted.

I'd been the first to stand, my semi hard cock slid oh so reluctantly from her pussy. Then Barbara herself, almost crawling her way off of Chien Lee's ass splitting cock. She'd slowly melted onto the floor and just laid there, breathing in great gasps, while my sperm leaked from her wide open pussy.

As for Chien Lee, he lay on his back upon the coffee table and just muttered, "Oh fuck..."

I laugh now, days later.

Mindful of the lateness, I'd finally drug myself up, walking over to the small table that held Barbara's purse, and unknown to my companions, her laptop, streaming the festivities to her far off boyfriend. I'd closed it, and slipped it inside her purse before I had gone back to gather my clothing off of the floor.

Once I had my pants back on, I had visited the bathroom of Chien Lee's suite and borrowed one of the robes hanging there.

I had Rick, who of the two, seemed most able to stand, help me. I got him to dress than handed him Barbara's purse to carry. Barbara herself I had a hard time getting to stand. Once she had, I just scooped her up in my arms, and with Rick in tow, headed for the elevator.

It didn't take long to get down to our floor. Rick easily found Barbara's room key, and together we got her inside. Rick waved himself off after just a few moments and headed for his room and sleep. I would have followed him but then of the three, I've always been the most responsible of the group. After the all out fucking we'd given my horny blond, I didn't want to just up and leave.

A hot bath then.

I almost fell asleep myself, sitting on the side of the tub as it filled. It didn't take long before I had a good size going, especially after I dumped the small container of bubble bath from the counter in it.

Barbara was still laying where I had dumped her, on the bed, her bathrobe slightly ajar. I took her stockings off then scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom.

It was moist and steamy as I held her up, peeled the bathrobe from her, and slid her sweat soaked and cum covered body into the bubble wrapped water. She sighed and gave a soft moan as she settled into the bath. I was half tempted to join her but then that would mean I wouldn't get any sleep tonight. I decided instead to see what was in her mini-bar.

So, me giving her the juice.

"You going to be ok?" I asked, fighting back a yawn.

Barbara nodded, dropping the empty juice container on the floor of the bathroom. She lay there with bubbles to her chest, eyes closed like she wanted to go to sleep. The tracks of our sperm shimmered on her moist flesh and I was of half a mind to just leave her and seek my own bed, though for some reason, I kept picturing her under the water and asleep.

I picked up one of the wash cloths the hotel had sitting on the top of the toilet instead.

The water was warm and soapy as I dipped the towel in it and then slid it across Barbara's body. She moaned softly at the touch and I saw her nipples grow hard.

Still, quite a slut my kinky blond was.

I took my time, slowly washing the accumulated orgasms from her naked body. Even though I'd just fucked her hard, I felt my cock twitch. Soon though I found myself washing the same bit of flesh I'd fucked so hard an hour before. My hands between her legs, I slowly stroked her.

It was then Barbara popped the drain with her foot.

The water quickly drained and slowly she got herself up out of the tub. I helped, offering an arm to lean on. Drying her with one of the big soft towels took just a moment, then a few long steps and she slide herself under the covers of her bed.

"Thank you." she muttered, pulling blankets up and around her face.

I chuckled to myself.

Barbara held out one hand and taking mine in hers, drew it down to kiss it. She smiled, even with both eyes closed.

"You'll join me for breakfast?" she asked.

Leaning down, I kissed her softly on the cheek.

"Yes, I will."

Barbara didn't hear my reply, as sleep enfold her in its soft embrace.

I softly let myself out, headed towards my own bed.



The Next Room, Next Night



"Gotcha," she chuckled. "Bondage, Angels, Group Sex...Oh My!"

"See you in a bit," I said, laughing as she hung up.

"That sounded interestingly kinky," the brunette at my side said, once I put the phone away. She'd only heard my side of the conversation.

"Tell me more," she said.

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"So you walked in while she was masturbating?"

"Yeah," I smiled. "The connecting door was unlocked."

I had one hand on her leg while I had been telling Diana about the previous night's adventure, stroking it slowly, and suddenly I felt her own hand on mine. With no one able to see it in the dim booth, she took that hand and brought it to her lap. While there was the fabric of her g-string separating my hand from something more intimate, it was still pretty wild to have her press my hand into her crotch right there at the table.

"She had this vibrator and she was fucking herself with it while her boyfriend was watching on web cam." I continued. "We just walked in then and made her our bitch."

Then Diana really surprised me. Sitting as we were, covered from anyone's view, she took my hand and pushing her tiny g-string to one side, let my fingers touch her bare naked crotch.

I looked left, she looked right, then we both looked back at each other, grinning like teenagers. With one finger, I slide it between her pussy lips, just parting them. Slowly so as not to attract attention, I slid my finger up and down. Taking a drink of my beer, I pushed my finger a little deeper.

She gave a soft low moan.

"You know, we fucked her up her pussy and up her her ass," I whispered in her ear. "Then me and my friends mouth fucked her until we came all over her face."

Diana got even wetter around my probing finger.

"We made her lick up every drop." I whispered.

"Tell everything," she whispered back.

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"Maybe you'd like to join us?" I asked. "We're going back there tonight."

My finger was buried deep inside the brunette Diana's crotch. I'd been finger fucking her for several minutes, telling her all the kinky things we'd done last night in rich detail.

She had her hand on the back of my hand where it was cupping her crotch. She grabbed it a bit tighter and pulled it up higher so my palm rubbed her clit while my finger slid in and out of her pussy. She was hiding it well but it was clear she was going to get an orgasm out of my fingering her crotch very soon.

Bastard that I am, I don't let my woman get off that easy.

Just as I felt her about to peak, I slide my finger out of her. She gave a soft groan and clutched at my retreating hand.

"Wait...I'm almost..." she stammered. "Don't..."

I just licked at my moist finger, tasting her juices, then I took a long drink of my beer and pretended to watch the girl on stage.

"You bastard," she hissed, when she saw I didn't intend to continue.

Her legs quivered uncontrollably next to me and I knew I'd timed it right. Just enough but not enough. She was right at the edge of an orgasm but with me no longer stroking her, that orgasm didn't happen. And with each passing moment, it was less likely to.

It didn't lessen the excitement running through her body though.

Diana took several deep breaths and ran one sweaty hand through her hair. Her eyes sparkled with amusement and frustration when she took a sip of her own drink. I'd guessed given the bondage costume she was wearing, and the dom/sub look she and her friend were sporting, that she was used to a bit of play where her sex life was concerned. Denying her a quick release should just turn her on more.

I'll give her this, she didn't finish the job herself, like some girls might have. Seems she enjoyed the Game too.

"You promised me a lap dance," she said, once she'd calmed down a bit. "How about I return the favor."

Wow, that had a lot of evil promise to it!

I had in fact said I'd let her give me a lap dance earlier but I smiled to myself, thinking what she'd be like wiggling that body on my crotch especially given what I'd just done to her. Or not done. She'd be looking for serious payback, I'm sure.

Her hand slid itself up my pants leg and her eyes lite up when she felt my cock, now semi-stiff from finger fucking her. I don't like to brag, but I'm very well endowed. Her fingers squeezed me through the fabric. And there was alot to squeeze as she discovered.

"I'd have a bit of trouble walking right now." I admitted.

Diana laughed.

"You wouldn't be the first guy who I've lead into the back with a stiff cock poking his trousers."

I smiled at the thought.

"How about here," I offered instead.

Truth was, I expected Chien Lee back out in the next few minutes. Ten dances should have just about taken this long. While I was happy to see him in the back and enjoying himself, I didn't want to leave him alone out here, on the odd chance of something happening.

Diana, hustler she was like any woman who stripped for cash, understood how to compromise to make the sale. Letting go of my leg, she slipped out of the booth and stood. She motioned me to scoot out to the corner of the booth where I could sit so she could give me a lap dance.

"My turn," she said.

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"We're a long way from home...Welcome to the Pleasure Dome."

The DJ had the old retro artist, Frankie Goes To Hollywood, playing.

"On our way home going home...Where lovers roam."

God, Diana was good!

"Long way from home...Welcome to the Pleasure Dome."

It hadn't taken long with her on my lap, dancing, before my cock was rock hard and I'd had to readjust my cock in my pants. It's not something you normally do with someone watching. Diana just smiled as I turned to do it. When she sat back on my lap, she licked her lips with her tongue slowly and then put a finger in her mouth. She softly sucked on it, and let me picture what those lips and tongue would feel like working their magic on my dick.

Though I got her back, because when she got completely settled, she suddenly realized how big I was when I was stiff.

"You sure you don't want to go in the back?" she asked, sliding her crotch slowly up and down my stiff cock through my pants. "I could take care of that for you..."

"Tempting as you are," I admitted, "You're not tonight's REAL entertainment for me."

She pouted a bit at my words, understanding in some small way as hot as I found her, she was just appetizer. We both knew strip clubs were all about the Tease, not the Put Out. And unlike most guys she wiggled on, I DID have a woman waiting for me to fuck her. That changed the dynamic between us and shifted the power into my lap, not hers. I was paying her to turn me on, but without the eagerness that all the other guys she dealt with had. Or the delusion that I might actually get into her pants later.

I wondered what that felt like? To have a guy not ignore her but just, not care? In this situation, she was just the porn dvd before the date. If she was like most women I knew, that "fuck you" attitude made her even more interested in me.

My phone rang then. I had put it into my shirt pocket knowing there might be more calls.

"Excuse me sir," the woman on the phone identified herself as the front desk clerk of my hotel. "We have someone here wanting access to the suite you've rented."

"Blond, and attractive?" I asked. The front desk clerk said yes. I said, "Let her have a key to the room, she's a business associate and we're expecting her."

"You weren't just kidding me then?" Diana asked after I had put away my phone.

She pulled the top of her black corset down, baring her breasts. Her nipples were stiff.

"No, I wasn't," I said.

"When we leave here we're going back to the hotel to fuck a nasty willing woman, in her pussy, up her ass and down her throat. All of us. We're going to gangbang her like the total slut she is."

Diana shivered.

"You and your friend could join us," I offered. "I don't know if she's into women but there's always room for more."

She leaned her body up against me and whispered into my ear.

"Oh god, that's so fucking hot. There's nothing like breaking in some new submissive." She slowly wiggled her entire body against me. "You should see it when Genie uses her strap-on and fucks them up the ass. She's a real bitch about it."

I gave her a questioning glance.

"Angel. Her real name is Regina, she only goes by Angel when she's dressed up like tonight." Diana explained, sitting up. "We switch off. Sometimes she wears the angel costume, other times I do. We're both the same size, we just wear different heels."

That explained why she looked taller than the blond.

"Neither of us is really a full time submissive." She laughed. "In fact, give us a willing third and you'd be surprised on how well we can work her over."

My turn to smile.

"Then you're interested?" I asked, thinking, wouldn't that spice up the evening?

"Interested but there is no way we can tonight. We both have to work 'til 3am since we took a lot of time off last month." Diana explained, shaking her head. "Shame it wasn't tomorrow, we're off all night."

I was disappointed but then I'd get over her and her friend's unavailability. I had something waiting at the hotel for my stiff cock.

-----

"Looks like you've been having fun," Chien-Lee said as he slid into the booth.

The blond wasn't with him.

"A little," I admitted. "Not as much as I hope you had."

Diana, consummate cock tease she was, had her back to me but her ass firmly seated in my crotch. She was grinding herself against me in time to the music.

Chien-Lee laughed.

The kinky brunette had gotten in three lap dances before Chien-Lee had emerged from the back. Pretty wild ones too. I bet we were pushing the envelope of what the club allowed out here in the main public room, but the word must be out about how much we were spending. Rick and the others had been tipping pretty well from what I could tell though they had to be getting short on funds. They had been on the rails of the stage for almost an hour and a half. That ate dollar bills for tips fast.

We should be getting back, I thought to myself, since I'd told Barbara we'd only be about two hours. Which was close to the time we'd been here. And especially now that I knew she was in the room and going to go through with it.

Chien-Lee suddenly yawned.

He tried to hide it but still I knew from past experience that a long airplane flight really tires you out. Even flying first class as I knew they had. As exciting as it was having a young almost naked blond wiggle on your crotch for more than a half hour, fatigue caught up on you fast. And considering what I had planned for the rest of the night, I decided it was definitely time to go.

When the next song ended and Diana was standing, I took the opportunity to slide back into the booth. She gave me a questioning glance at my defection. I'd paid her a hundred, which should give me one more dance. I was spared from answering when the rest of the party suddenly showed up. Rick, Fred and the three Chinese slid into the booth laughing, putting bodies between me and the tall brunette.

"As much fun as this has been," I said to the group. "I think it's time to take our leave."

There were complaints from most of the others, but Chien-Lee nodded, covering another yawn.

Diana gave me a long hard stare clearly pissed I had been the one to end it, not her.

"You," she said, pointing at me. "Do not leave until I come back."

She strode away while the rest of the group chuckled and laughed. Rick slapped my shoulder, good naturedly. Even Chien-Lee raised an eyebrow. I smiled back and gave him a shrug.

Now I gave Diana enough time I thought to get back if she really meant too, while we watched the woman on stage, currently the young black girl, do her third dance, and finished off our drinks. At one point I flagged down our waitress, and signed off on the tab, giving her a generous tip. The tab for tonight wasn't quite as bad as I had thought it would be. Seems Fred and Rick had been pacing themselves and their three charges on the drinks which was good when I considered tonight's future entertainment.

Nothing like a drunk dick to disappoint.

Several times, other dancers, seeing we were without company, asked if they could give one of us a private dance, but we politely declined. A new dancer came on stage, did her three dances and then a new one stepped up. Finally I decided Diana wasn't coming back and got everyone moving.

So I was pleasantly surprised when the blond, Angel, caught us at the door about to leave. She pulled me to the side.

"Dee said to give you this," she slide a business card into my hand. "She said to tell you that this," she pointed, "is her private cell phone number. And if you can't get her for any reason, this," she pointed to the second written on the back of the card, "Is my number. I'll get your message to her."

I smiled at her eagerness and put it securely into an inside pocket.

Angel leaned against me and whispered in my ear.

"She couldn't come out because she's masturbating in the bathroom." The sexy blond wiggled against me slightly. "I don't know anyone who has turned her on so much she's done that. Not here at the club while she was working." Angel looked into my eyes. "You must really be something."

The blond stepped back and chuckled softly.

"Dee also said to tell you if the offer is still good tomorrow, we'd love to get together."

Oh, how everyone else look at me!

The young blond turned to leave, but stopped. She looked at Chien-Lee for long moments, and then putting her hands together before her, Angel simply bowed. When she straightened, she smiled like she was sharing a secret with him.

With a giggle she ran off.

Everyone laughed but I do believe Chien-Lee blushed.

The Doorman had us a taxi waiting.

-----

I had a problem.

We were on the way back to the hotel, squeezed again into one of the van taxis. I watched the night lights of the Downtown slide passed, thinking. I had to convince Chien-Lee to let us accompany him up to the suite. Honestly, I hadn't thought about that when I started this whole erotic scheme of mine for tonight. And that could be a serious wrench in the machine. Imagine walking into your hotel room and finding a naked willing woman spread out before your eyes.

Without an explanation!

We pulled up in front of the hotel.

"I'd really like the chance to go over a few of our proposals before you turn in," I said as we got out of the taxi. "We've made several changes..."

Chien-Lee yawned.

"That can wait until breakfast," he said.

We walked into the lobby. I was just about to pull out my cell phone and try to get a hold of the waiting blond upstairs to get her to run for it, when I caught a break.

"Why don't you three come up," Chien-Lee said suddenly. "And have a night cap before bed."

I grinned. Wasn't he going to get a surprise. Night cap indeed of a whole different sort.

-----

"We could be looking at significant tax breaks with opening the factory here in the US," I said as we walked up to the door of their suite from the elevators. "The State Legislature has recently passed some very favorable amendments to the tax code."

"Yes, I expect our accountants will be over joyed to hear that," Chien-Lee replied, sliding his keycard into the lock then pushing open the door.

"Of course," I said, behind him as he entered. "They are there, while we are here."

I heard him give a low gasp as he entered and saw what was waiting for us inside.

"But they can't enjoy what awaits us tonight." I added, holding the door for him. "Isn't that a shame..."

I turned to the rest of the group, standing in the hallway behind me.

"Give us a minute," I said, blocking their entrance. "I need to talk to him in private for a moment."

I stepped inside the suite and pushed the door closed behind me.

Damned, I had thought the blond from last night had a creative streak in her, considering her seminar earlier in the day and her actions last night, but she'd really out done what I had reasonably expected from her for tonight's debauchery.

Picture this.

The suite was stellar. Six out of five star. That first off.

It was a corner suite, the hotel being a three sided triangle with suites at each corner. That meant the main room had two full sides of glass, floor to ceiling. The curtains were open and the night time skyline was laid out to view. Even better, we were on the side facing the Lake Front of Chicago's downtown. There was a bedroom to the left.

Quite a sight, but it could not compare to what was waiting for our eyes inside.

She had grabbed one of the comforters off the bed and thrown it over the coffee table in the center of the room between the two couches. It made for a impromptu dais and she was kneeling on it, looking down in mock humility.

The costume must have really cost her, I thought. Damned she had gone all out.

She was an angel in white, for she'd found wings and a halo at the store. And a small white pleated skirt and white knee highs. While her hair was a bit shorter than the stripper's, she came really close to matching her.

Topping it off, she wore one of those half bras which leave the breasts bare while pushing them up. I remembered those breasts, they were ample without being large. The nipples were hard points poking out. I bet if I were to reach under that skirt, I'd find her pussy soaking wet. I wondered if she was wearing panties. Somehow I doubted it.

And the cherry on the tart, she wore a thin leather collar around her neck and she had her hands tied before her with a length of white rope.

"What the fu..." Chien-Lee stammered. "What is this?"

I walked past him into the room.

"You?" he asked. "You hired a hooker?"

"Not a hooker," I said, firmly.

I walked up the blond on the table, turned and looked at him.

"Let me explain..."

"First off, Sir, this is my friend." I put one hand on her shoulder. "She is NOT a pro, but is here of her own free will. Unpaid."

I figured being formal would help considering Chien-Lee's cultural background. Funny, it was something I had learned in Barbara's lecture today.

"She has certain needs," I explained, "and I'm happy to help her fulfill them."

I reached up and gentle stroked her hair.

"See Sir, she likes to be taken by many men. Treated like the slut she really is."

"Isn't that so?" I asked her. "Tell him."

"Yes," Barbara said softly, eyes still down. "I would like that."

I smiled to myself. Now that she was actually here I bet she was as nervous about the whole thing as Chien-Lee appeared to be.

He seemed to consider my words for several long moments.

"Is this the truth?" he finally asked her.

"Yes," she said again. "I'm a slut and I want you and your friends to use me any way you want."

Chien-Lee took a deep breath, and walked to the small bar the suite had. He popped open the mini-bar under it, pulled out a bottle of something hard, whiskey I think. Putting a couple of chunks of ice in a glass, he emptied the small bottle into it and downed it in one gulp.

The blond and I waited for him to make a decision.

"Look at me," he ordered her.

She raised her head and looked him in the eyes.

"You are really not a escort?"

She shook her head, no.

"And he did not hire you?"

Another shake, no.

Chien-Lee took a second bottle from the mini-bar and poured it into his glass. He added a few ice cubes, and stood there looking at us both, while he spun the glass slowly round in his hand.

"Many men?" he asked after a long minute, looking at me. "That's what she wants?"

Ahhh, the salesman in me said I was about to made the sale. Cha-ching!

"A man has needs, you said." I quoted his earlier words at the strip club. "And so too, sometimes does a woman. If the two match...well then."




The Next Room, Next Night



I turned and sat on the arm of one of the two wide couch on either side of the comforter covered table.

"When she called and expressed interest in getting together tonight, I told her there were seven of us. I believe that's more than she's entertained before." I asked her, "Isn't that true?"

I saw her give a small nod.

Funny, unless I missed my guess, last night's adventure with me and my two friends had been the first time Barbara had had more than one man in her bed. Now I was bringing seven. That had to scare her but I hoped, also excite me, imagining what we'd be doing to her and how much she'd enjoy it.

"But..." I said to Chien-Lee.

"If you do not feel comfortable with the rest of us joining you, then feel free to take her yourself. She's yours to enjoy." I promised. "She will do every kinky, nasty thing you've ever wanted a woman to do for you and thank you in the morning."

Barbara gave me a small side long glance.

That hadn't been the deal, I imagine she thought to herself, but was she willing to leave over it, I wondered? After all what makes a woman feel more like a slut than to have some guy pimp her out to a total stranger, which is what I was offering Chien-Lee. It wouldn't be the gangbang she had been expecting, but I still figured he would do all sorts of kinky things with her to live out his deepest fantasies.

And so live out hers.

"She is really very talented," I admitted. "You should see the way she squirms uncontrollably when you fuck her up the ass." I chuckled. "And she loves to be tied up too."

We hadn't done bondage the night before, but given the fact she'd bound her hands after getting changed, and the way she'd willing submitted to our dominate behavior last night made me think she was into that too. Or had a curious yen for it, that we'd soon fulfill.

The blond slowly bowed her head back down, waiting.

Chien-Lee seemed to consider it.

"You want all of us?" he asked finally.

She gave a small nod. I smiled to myself, this woman wasn't leaving tonight without getting fucked!

I could sense Chien-Lee wavering.

"Tell him what we called you last night." I suddenly ordered. "What we named you while all three of us took turns screwing you."

It took her a moment to remember from the previous evening.

"They called me..." she swallowed, and then straightened.

"Sir, my name is Fuckmeat."

Wow, I thought, she almost seemed proud of that. Her eyes were still casted demurely down but her posture was upright and her breasts pushed forward. I could swear she was sitting at attention. Chien-Lee's eyes went wide and then after a moment, he shook his head and smiled.

"Very well," he said, finally. "You shall have your wish."

Even with her head down, I saw the flash of erotic excitement in her eyes.

"Thank you, Sir," she said, softly.

-----

"What the fuck?" Rick whispered to me when I stepped back out into the hallway. "What's up?"

He had been leaning against the wall next to the door and was the nearest when I came out. They had been there almost ten minutes, waiting while we'd been inside.

"Everyone," I said, holding the door to the suite open. "If you would?"

I caught looks from all of them but they went inside.

"Holy shit!" Rick exclaimed when he saw what was waiting. Fred too muttered an exclamation. Chien-Lee's three coworkers just gasped in surprise and muttered in Chinese.

I simply closed the door making sure the "Do Not Disturb" sign was hanging on the door handle outside.

Chine-Lee was sitting in one of the large plush chairs next to the couches, looking like an ancient Chinese warlord. There were two chairs along with the couches in the middle of the room, one at the back of the table, the other I had moved to the side slightly so Chien-Lee was facing the door somewhat, yet could still clearly see the half naked blond.

He had taken off his jacket and tie, as I had. When his three co-workers got a few steps into the room, he began talking to them in rapid fire Chinese. I don't know what he said but it took just a few moments before the three meekly sat down on the couch. 

My two co-workers were clearly delighted at the developments. Fred was leaning against the bar, Rick just standing a few steps inside the door. I motioned them both over.

"Fuck dude," Fred whispered. "You are totally the Man from now on."

Rick just smiled. Barbara was still kneeling there on the coffee table, eyes down, a vision of wanton, horny desire. I knew the thoughts going through his head. He's mentioned at breakfast the regret that we hadn't had enough time with Barbara last night to really fuck her like she deserved.

Guess we'd make up for that tonight.

I figured to myself that it all hinged on Chien-Lee, and anything I did had to cast him in the most favorable light. Barbara's lecture earlier had discussed in detail cross cultural differences in business, and while I hadn't considered their application in a gangbang, I was a professional and used what I had.

"Go with it you two," I whispered. "But defer to Chien-Lee."

They both gave me raised eye brows. I shrugged them off with a hard glance and walked out to the center of the room.

"Gentlemen," I said. "I give you tonight's entertainment."

"Say hello to Fuckmeat."

I reached down and cupped her naked breast with my hand, sliding my thumb across her stiff nipple.

"That is what this slut's name is and she's here just for our enjoyment."

They all watched as her eyes slowly closed and she gave a shiver of pleasure from my touch.

"She's ready to do every kinky, erotic and nasty thing you've ever wanted to do with a woman." I released her breast and stood. Looking around at everyone in the room, I said, "Do those acts willingly and with great enthusiasm."

"Isn't that so, Fuckmeat?" I asked.

It took her a moment, I'll admit. She'd done Fred, Rick and me last night, which I expect was the wildest thing she'd ever done. Now she had four more men ready to fuck her. I knew she had to be thinking about what was about to happen to her tonight.

"Isn't that so, Fuckmeat?" I asked again.

"Yes," she softly replied.

I put a hand to the back of her head and pulled her head up so her face could be seen by everyone.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes Sir, I am a slut" she answered quickly. "And I am ready to do anything you or your friends want me to do."

"Who is your Master tonight?" I asked her.

"You, Sir."

I gave her hair a hard pull, one that everyone could clearly see in her eyes, hurt.

"That's wrong, Fuckmeat!" I said firmly.

With one hand firmly holding the back of her neck, I pushed her head forward until her face was on the table. This raised her ass up, given the way she was kneeling. With the other hand I lifted the back of her short white skirt baring what was underneath. I smiled, for she had indeed worn no panties.

Smack!

I hit her rather hard across her naked ass with my hand. She gave a small yelp at the blow.

Smack!

I gave her a second, sharp blow then pulled her roughly up.

"I'm not your Master tonight." I turned her face towards where Chien-Lee sat.

"That is your Master tonight." I knelt so my mouth was next to her ear. "He owns you, body and soul, and you will do what he says. Is that clear?"

She was breathing hard from the spanking but clearly she was incredibly turned on by it all. I think she could have cut glass with those nipples, they were that hard.

"Thank your Master for the opportunity to please us tonight, slut." I ordered.

Releasing her neck, I stood, then walking around behind her.

She took a moment. I could almost see the gears turn inside her head. I'd really taken her to the edge with my set up. Would she step off it and live out her fantasy or jump up and leave? For a few seconds I thought she really might be about to flee.

Then she made her decision.

"Thank..." she stuttered a bit, collecting herself. "Thank you, Master."

She swallowed, taking a deep breath.

"Thank you for providing YOUR slut with all these cock." With her words, she labeled her his property. "Thank you Master, for the chance to please you by showing you what a slut I am"

Barbara was looking right at Chien-Lee as she spoke, her hands tied in front of her and her naked breast there for him to see. He took a sip of his drink, taking the sight of her in, and then simply nodded.

"Fuckmeat," I asked. "Would you like to suck some cock?"

The half naked blond before me shivered.

"Yes please, Sir."

"Then ask permission from your Master."

"Please Master, may your slut suck some cock?" Barbara asked of Chien-Lee. She gave a very sexy wiggle, like an eager eighteen year old and licked her lips, grinning. "I would really like to show you how good I can suck cock."

Again the simple nod from him.

I walked around to stand before her and unzipped my pants.

"Come here then, bitch."

She scooted forward on the table and eagerly opened her mouth, wrapping her warm wet lips around the head of my dick.

Now I'm the first to admit, I've got a very good sized cock. It's a fact of life I've had to live with. I wasn't trying to show anyone up by going first, just get the ball rolling on our little gangbang.

Damned, Barbara had a great mouth on her.

I'd only been half hard, what with the complicated situation but with the way she went at sucking cock, that changed quickly.

The blond bobbed her tight mouth back and forth, doing a great job on the tip of my cock. While her hands were tied at the wrist, that didn't prevent her from using them. They cupped the part of my shaft exposed and not wet, playing with my cock.

I was taking a big chance, going first. Not every guy reacts the same faced with another guy's naked dick actually in front of him. Especially one so much bigger than what they had in their pants.

Worst yet, Chien-Lee had agreed in principle without seeing naked flesh from another guy. He could well freak and nix the entire gangbang when he saw actual sex. Barbara's naked tits were one thing, my naked stiff cock was another.

I had kept my pants buttoned which helped. Blowjobs when you had your pants still on, tended to suck just the top few inches of your cock, no matter how big of a cock you have.

Luckily Chien-Lee just sat there sipping on his drink watching as I got my dick sucked.

She'd struggled last night to take my big cock in her mouth. Even though she'd eventually deep throated my entire hard, thick shaft, tonight she still seemed to have problems at the start. That was common enough for me, and I knew it was best just to let her work it at her own pace.

There would be time later to be a dominate and force her to do it.

At first all she did was slide her moist lips across the head of my cock, short strokes that took her just to the edge of the crown. Even that seemed to stretch her mouth too wide. It was an incredible feeling, her trying to work something that was almost too small to take something almost too big like my cock inside of it.

Barbara kept at it though and in a short while I suddenly felt her lips cross the edge of the crown and wrap themselves around the shaft behind. I groaned, damned that felt good. She held it there and I felt her talented tongue swirling around, polishing the tip of my cock.

Having gotten that far, she began bobbing her mouth back and forth to that depth. I shivered every time those wet lips slide over the edge of the crown of my cock. Each time she did, she got a little further down the shaft with her mouth. Soon she had a couple of inches wet.

At one point she stopped at her deepest penetration, which was about a third of my length and just held it there. Oh, I suddenly felt that talented tongue swirling around the sensitive under part of my cock just behind the head. I groaned and wrapped my fingers into her hair, squeezing hard. I let her work for long seconds before pulling her mouth off my cock.

I didn't want to come this soon and if I let her continue that, I would.

The horny blond looked up at me with this big smile, one part pure sex, the other part I thought, what was that? Satisfaction? Like she was dominating me?

I gave her a slap across her face!

Now, it wasn't that hard but it did surprised her.

"Watch it bitch," I said, pointing both my cock and one stiff finger at the face. "Don't get cocky, just because you can suck a cock. We're going to fuck you so hard and long, you'll have to crawl back to your room tonight on your hands and knees."

She smiled slightly, her cheek red from my slap. We understood ourselves then, joint players in tonight's erotic drama.

"Get your mouth back on my cock, Fuckmeat," I ordered.

Letting her suck me off for a few more minutes, I then stepped back, pulling my cock from her mouth. She actually leaned forward in what looked like disappointment at my abandonment, licking her lips repeatedly.

I put my cock away then gave her a small hand gesture towards Chien-Lee's three co-workers. Barbara got my hint. She slowly stood. I knew she had to be stiff for kneeling so long, so I helped her step off the table and then untied her hands before walking over to the bar to get myself a drink.

I got a surprise then, because she could speak Chinese.

She rattled off a few fluent sentences, one of which was to Chien-Lee, who nodded, then she dropped to her knees before Young. I smiled because while he was clearly flustered to be picked first, he didn't push her away when she reached into his crotch, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

He moaned when her warm lips gobbled it down but unfortunately he didn't last long. She only sucked his cock for maybe two minutes before he gave a big moan and grabbing her head, pulled her face into his crotch. Though he had been quick, he had quite a lot of cum to shoot, for Barbara swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, his stiff cock buried in her mouth.

"Thank you," she said to him in English when she'd finished cleaning his cock of cum, then shifted on her knees, a few steps to the left and reached for Short's pants.

She asked him, "May I suck your cock, please?"

He nodded like he still did not believe what was happening.

She unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out and dropped her face into his crotch.

He groaned. She sucked.

Now the blond had left Young's cock out when she'd finished, so while she sucked Short's cock, she slid her hand back into Young's crotch and began slowly stroking his soft cock with her hand. At the same time, Barbara slid her other hand into Dumpy's lap, unzipping his pants. It didn't take her long to worm his cock out into the open as well, so she was sucking one cock, while giving handjobs to two other men.

I smiled, thinking "That's my girl."

This would be one hell of a night to remember.

It was strangely quiet in the room, except for the slurping sounds of the blond as she sucked. That would spoil the mood quickly, I thought. Sex never really sounds sexy, unless you were the one getting screwed.

On the counter behind the bar was a small radio/clock combo. I'd been to Chicago a few times and remembered the radio stations to pick for the hot night in your hotel room. Keeping the volume low, I dialed it in.

Sultry blues, softly filled the void.

Barbara must have been doing an excellent job. Short's hands reached up and grasped her head, his fingers entwining themselves into her short hair and displacing the halo she had been wearing. At first he was happy just to follow her motions up and down but as he got closer to his peak, he took more control. Pulling her face into his crotch forcefully at the in-stroke.

Funny, the movement caused the angel wings she wore to slowly flap back and forth. Like an Angel trying to fly. I smiled at the thought. No doubt I'd be burning in Hell for tonight when I died. It didn't take long after that before Short too groaned and shot his load into the warm mouth of the blond between his leg.

Afterwards, she simply smiled up at him and licked her lips.

Dumpy, sitting at the end of the couch, grinned as she scooted a few steps to the left to settle between his legs. His cock was stiff from her handjob. I want to say he fit the nick name but honestly he had a pretty decent size cock.

Barbara, slut she'd shown herself so far, quickly buried her face in his crotch.

I chuckled as I sipped my drink, for he was a moaner as she sucked his dick. She had her hand in Short's crotch, too far away to jerk off Young, who now had another stiff dick from her earlier manipulations. He seemed disappointed by the lack of attention but unsure what to do about it.

Fred walked into the picture then. He'd gotten rid of his jacket and tie, and was unbuttoning his shirt. He tapped Young on the shoulder and motioned him up off the couch.

"Want to fuck this slut?" he asked.

-----

"You've been strangely quiet," I said, kneeling next to his chair and handing Chien-Lee a fresh glass filled three quarters of the way to the rim with whiskey. "Penny for your thoughts?"

He turned and looked at me. For a moment I thought the idiom might be unfamiliar, then he smiled and shook his head, taking the fresh glass from me.

"I had not expected to see such..." he chuckled. "Generous hospitality, when I was given this assignment."

He took a drink.

"Honestly," he admitted. "I almost turned the job down."

My turn to chuckle.

"Guess you're glad you didn't," I said.

There was quite a scene before us on the couch. A scene right out of a hard core porn flick.

The really nasty ones.

Barbara had moved over so she could suck both Short and Dumpy's cocks as they sat on the couch. They both had their shirts unbuttoned and their pants open. The horny blond would give one a few deep mouth stuffing strokes, then change to the other. Back and forth. She had her hands working too. Sometimes stroking their stomachs and chests, other times, reaching into their crotches. No doubt playing with their balls.

Chien-Lee's chair was behind them and to the right so we could clearly see the action in her crotch but not see her face. Or her mouth. We could though, clearly see the expressions on the faces of the men she was sucking. Let's just say both of them were very happy.

Fred had stripped off his clothes and had gotten Young to do the same. They both stood there getting condoms onto their cocks. Moments earlier, Barbara had stopped briefly and pointed under the blanket covered table to Fred. He'd gotten the hint and discovered a big box of condoms.

While she'd let us fuck her unprotected last night, in the heat of the moment, she had clearly been thinking about things earlier when she bought her outfit for tonight. I wasn't one either to make unprotected sex with a casual hook up a habit. Neither was Fred. He'd grabbed one for himself and another for Young, respecting her wishes. Young didn't seem to be bothered by the condom. The use of some protection is something that I hadn't thought about until now. I had no idea what trips to crazy Asian sex capitals any of these four had had before tonight so looking at it now, I was glad for Barbara's foresight in the matter.

Didn't mean I wasn't going to fuck her like a total slut. I had plans for all three of her holes.

Repeatedly!

My third co-worker and friend Rick, was sitting on the other couch, like us, watching what was going on. If I knew him, he'd be getting in there to get his share of tight ass soon. Rick always was an ass man. And most woman, while they'd take a cock in mouth or pussy, right off, took a bit to warm up before they'd let you open their asshole. Rick would get his eventually.

Kneeling down, Fred settled between Barbara's legs. He flipped her short skirt up, exposing her naked ass. I watched as he took his thumb and slid it into her pussy, working it slowly around.




The Next Room



Rubbing my cock all over her face, I slapped her with it a couple of times. Then I put my cock back between her lips.

"And I don't care if you choke!"

I shoved my cock forward, and I could see her eyes go wide. I picked the riding crop back up and this time while I fucked her throat I begin spanking her crotch with it. I hit her over and over at the top of her pussy where her stiff clit poked up.

The spanking seems to bring on her orgasm. Her body began to tremble. I had guessed she had a masochistic streak in her after the way she let herself be abused.

Rick had stood up and was beside me next to her head. He had the camera in one hand and the other hand was stroking his cock. Fred had stood up too, sporting a hard-on as well. What I had been doing had gotten them both horny and ready for another pop.

With a big groan I pulled my cock from her mouth and aimed it at her face. Spurt after spurt shots out. I'm sure she must feel like a fire hose is gushing on her. I coated her face and hair then before I finished I shoved my spurting cock back into her mouth. I buried myself to the balls in her mouth. I could see her throat working as she swallowed the last of my cum.

She was moaning, almost screaming around the invading cock as she came and came repeatedly. Rick and Fred both moaned and they too started coming. They shot cum across her face while my cock was down her throat.

"Oh yeah, drink that cum down slut." Fred muttered as Rick caught it all with the camera.

I let my cock slide from her mouth and for several moments we all just stood there trying to catch our breath. The woman laid there and with a finger slowly pushed the cum on her face into her mouth licking up every drop. She was exhausted but clearly satisfied.

Taking the camera from Rick I panned it up and down her well fucked body then turned and placed it back on the computer.

"I hope you liked watching your girlfriend, Bob, while I turned her into a cum drinking whore." I said looking into it. "You can thank me when she gets home."

I folded the laptop closed and looked at Fred and Rick.

"So we were trying to figure out what do we want for dinner?"



The Next Rose



Adrienne was new to the city, and didn't know anyone. After a few weeks of stifling solitude, she had decided to visit the local equivalents of her old haunts. Part of her hoped that the city would change around her, spitting out her old friends and familiar environs. The corner pub had been nearly deserted, and it was hard to make new friends at the mall, so Adrienne found herself alone at the gay club.

She wasn't expecting to be alone for long. With her shock of long blonde hair and cute freckles (if she did say so herself), along with what her friends had assured her was a mighty fine ass, Adrienne was usually drowning in phone numbers and more by closing time, at which point she would usually stumble home with some woman who thought of her as the living version of the Barbie doll she had undressed and mutilated in childhood. But they were always gone by morning, overcome by post-coital disgust at their own desires too conventional for comfort.

That was all right, though. A one-night-stand wasn't a shame or a failure if you came to the club with the right attitude. Who was here to meet a life partner to grow old with? How would you even tell if you did meet one, with any conversation drowned out by the pumping bass? Adrienne had decided that, if all else failed, at least she wouldn't go home alone.

She had already had a few drinks bought for her by skinny teenage-looking butches before she met into Sophia. Adrienne realized that she had been waiting for Sophia the whole time - a dark-skinned woman with kinky hair, a full figure, and a curve to her face that hinted at a bemused attraction. "Hi," Adrienne said when Sophia sidled up to her at the bar. No matter how cool she had been before, or the barriers of detachment she had raised in her mind, Adrienne's greeting came out like a slobbering pant. Embarrassing.

Sophia just gave her a warm smile. The two women exchanged names, and Sophia signalled to the bartender. Her voice was like music. "Gin and tonic for me, and for the lovely Adrienne here-"

"Martini," said Adrienne. When Sophia's hand came up with two bills pinched between her fingers, Adrienne batted it away. "Please, I'll pay. I've got enough free drinks for tonight."

Sophia raised one of her masterfully-sculpted eyebrows. "See, I don't believe that."

Adrienne gestured to her empty cocktail glasses sitting on the bar. "Proof enough?"

"You misunderstand," Sophia said. "All I meant was that I don't believe that there's such a thing as too many free drinks."

"Yeah," Adrienne said, "but when someone gives you a drink they always expect something from you. And I hate to disappoint people."

"Would you disappoint me?"

Adrienne raised one of her own eyebrows, and hoped that it came off as clever, perhaps alluring, instead of spastic. "That depends on what you expect."

"Well, I like to set my expectations high."

The bartender returned with the drinks. Adrienne and Sophia clinked their glasses together before they both took a deep sip. Adrienne liked the effortless way Sophia took her liquor, and the shiver that passed down her beautiful neck as she gulped. Sophia was wearing a low-cut, caramel-coloured dress that was several orders classier than anything Adrienne saw on the dancefloor, while still revealing a tantalizing amount of skin.

Somehow, despite the club bangers shouting about big asses and big booties (what were lesbians coming to these days?), Adrienne could hear everything Sophia said perfectly. Their conversation was like that of two old friends, flitting from topic to topic with no particular hurry to go anywhere. Sophia was warm, funny, and frighteningly intelligent - she made some joke about David Lynch that went entirely over Adrienne's head.

On the floor, a throng of women shook and thrust, some in pairs, some just moving on their own. This was normally the point where Adrienne would invite the other woman out on the floor and grind against her for fifteen minutes before they left for a desultory fling. But that all seemed dull now, and insulting to Sophia. So they kept talking.

Adrienne finally got Sophia to laugh, and the other woman's face breaking into a grin was every bit as beautiful as Adrienne thought it would be. Sophia composed herself very suddenly, and looked towards the door. "That's my sister over there," she said, pointing.

The woman - girl, really - that Sophia pointed at was someone who Adrienne's eyes had totally skipped over before. She had the same rich light-brown skin, but that was where the resemblance ended. Sophia's sister was skinny and androgynous. Her ink-black hair hung in short bangs, and her unpainted lips were fixed into a scowl. She was dressed in a poofy jacket with big shoulderpads that looked like it had come out from either a failed haute couture show, 80s night, or the apocalypse. She was cute, but looked like a bad influence.

"Her name's Daphne," Sophia said.

"Dad into the whole Greek mythology thing?" Adrienne said. Was there a mythological Sophia? She couldn't remember.

"Actually, we're half-Greek on my mother's side," said Sophia. "But as I was going to say, Daphne is having a rough time. She just lost her girlfriend."

"Oh." Adrienne wasn't sure why Sophia was telling her this, but she had a depressing idea. "That's too bad. Lost as in broke up, or..."

"Not broke up," Sophia said. "And not really 'just' any more either. It's been a year. I think she just really needs to meet the right girl to start to recover."

The other shoe - a high-heeled shoe, from what Adrienne could see - was about to drop. "So you're chatting me up for her, not for you."

"I'm chatting you up for both of us," said Sophia. Now that had potential. But all the same, this sounded like a strange situation. "I would really appreciate it if you talked to Daphne." The look in Sophia's eyes implied all it needed to.

Well, Adrienne supposed there was no harm in talking to the girl. It wasn't like she had never had a disastrous conversation in a nightclub before. She finished her drink and got off the stool.

Sophia grabbed her by the arm, her touch causing a warm and electric sensation. "You said your name was Adrianna, right?"

"Adrienne."

"Right. Well, when you talk to Daphne, your name is Rose."

Adrienne furrowed her brow. "Rose?"

"It was her name." That "her" had the weight of years on it.

Adrienne backed up. "Look, I don't want to get involved in what ever weird head trip you and your sister have going on..."

Sophia brushed off the objection with a casual smile. "Just go talk to her. You'll like her. I promise."

At the very least wasn't the most humiliating thing that Adrienne had ever done in an attempt to get laid. (High school had been rough.) If she had to be Rose for a little bit, she would be Rose. Adrienne made her way across the bar to the darkest and least populated corner off the nightclub. Daphne looked up at her with no surprise.

"Hi!" Adrienne said. "My name's Rose. Do you want to get a drink?"

Daphne said something too quietly for Adrienne to hear. With the volume of the music, she might as well have just been moving her lips.

Adrienne made sure to raise her voice. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear that."

Daphne stood on her toes and leaned in to Adrienne's ear. The intimacy of the moment, Daphne's pale lips up against her face, was undercut by the hostile tone in her whisper. "I said that you don't look anything like Rose. Sophia just thinks that all white girls look alike."

"I'm sorry," said Adrienne, although she wasn't sure what she was apologizing for. "Do you have a picture?"

With a look of suspicion, Daphne drew a slim black wallet from the jacket of her coat. She took out a small photo and kept a tight grip on it as she showed it to Adrienne. In the picture, the girl that must have been Daphne was almost unrecognizable from the glowering and unpleasant young woman in front of her. Photo-Daphne was in the midst of goofy laughter, overflowing with teenage emotion, wearing a pink T-shirt and a beatific grin. The girl with her didn't look entirely unlike Adrienne - there was the blonde hair and the freckles and the long sunburnt body - but she had a kind of innocence and youth that Adrienne knew was long past her.

It was obviously from one of those phone booths in the mall, and part of a storied genre of goofy teen photo-reels that were only just starting to be supplanted by Instagram accounts. "It's a good picture of us," said Daphne. Adrienne realized that the other woman was still interested in playing the game, despite her apparent contempt.

"It is," Adrienne said. "That was a while ago, though."

Daphne shrugged. "Well, it was your eighteenth birthday, so I guess a couple years. But everything just feels like one long day to me now."

"Can't sleep?"

"More like I can't wake up."

This girl was just a ray of sunshine. Adrienne put a hand on her shoulder, more for support than as a come-on. "You want to dance?"

Daphne looked up into Adrienne's eyes. Her look was skeptical, but there was a little gleam of hope deep down in those dark pools. "Yeah. Let's dance."

The music still sucked and the floor was crowded and Adrienne didn't really have much sense of rhythm. For a minute, she was sure that this night was going to be another awkward failure. But then somehow it all clicked into place. The dumb carnal experience that the club promised materialized, and all she could feel was the beat. Adrienne found herself swirling her hips and beckoning her partner on.

Across from her, Daphne was getting lost too. The younger woman seemed downright possessed. Her body parts were flailing in ways that should seem ungainly, but somehow were energetic and rhythmic. Her shaggy bangs bounced each time she thrust her head forward, as if nodding to some unasked question. Adrienne thought she even caught Daphne mouthing along to the song's chorus - something about big titties and fat asses.

But she was shifting away, carried along by the unconscious rhythm of her dance. Adrienne reached out and caught her by the wrist. Impulsively, she pulled Daphne forward. The shorter woman stumbled against her body, and looked up, and then they were kissing. Daphne's lips were hot and her tongue inviting. It was not an exceptional sight on the floor, two women with their bodies pressed as close together as humanly possible, lips unwilling to let go, but it was something neither woman was expecting.

Daphne finally pulled away as the song ended. She was shaking a bit, as was her voice. "Do you want to get out of her, Rose?"

Adrienne had made up her mind. "I'd like that."

Daphne stumbled out of the club into the unforgiving cold night. She could still hear the echo of the beat in her head. Behind her was Sophia, pleased with herself as always, and tonight's Rose. Daphne already liked her better than most of the other Roses Sophia had procured for her in her strange attempt at helping her work through her grief. Or maybe she was just acting as a wingwoman, one prone to mindfucks.

But this Rose - she had a kind of guarded innocence to her. Like she knew the ones she loved would hurt her, but loved them anyway. Maybe this was what Rose would have looked like if she lived to her late twenties. Maybe this was an older Rose, vacationing in another timeline. Such thoughts were silly, but this was the type of night where Daphne believed in magic.

Sophia beckoned for a taxi. She took the front seat, leaving Daphne and Rose to squeeze in the back. "Don't mind these two lovebirds," Sophia stage-whispered to the driver. "They just got engaged. Let's give them some space."

So this was another wrinkle to the fantasy. Well, of course she and Rose would get married some day - she had known that from the day they met. Rose was a traditional type of girl in many respects, obsessed with cozy crafts and cocktails and all those other girly things that Daphne had always recoiled from. She was sure that Rose would have a beautiful wedding dress, and Daphne perhaps an elegant tuxedo - or maybe a dress herself, a sleek black one. Why should one of them pretend to be a man, after all? Then again, she would look good in a tuxedo.

Rose's mind seemed far away. Daphne could never read her expressions, and was never certain whether Rose was actually happy or just a very good pretender, putting up a front for Daphne's sake. That was the problem with so many of these cut-rate Roses Sophia found in bars. All bubbly and innocent, as if they were cartoon characters or pornographic sorority fantasies.

Daphne rubbed the top of Rose's hand, running her thumb along that soft spot between thumb and forefinger. Rose inverted her hand and grasped Daphne's palm in hers. A gentle squeeze conveyed her affection.

"It is so good to see young people in love," the taxi driver was saying. He was one of those ones who monologued, and also one of those people desperate to establish himself as non-homophobic. "Follow your hearts, eh girls? Don't listen to what anyone says. It's just you against the world." If only he could have known that the world had already won.

It was a short drive to the loft that Daphne and Sophia shared. Sophia tipped the driver too much, and they all made one last trip into the bracing night before the warm madness that was sure to follow. In the few steps before they reached the door of the building, Daphne began to question herself: was it really healthy to do these things, reliving her old doomed relationship with hapless girls from the club, one night at a time? Everyone had told her it was sad, and let her linger with her morning, a hot misery that surpassed even the passion she had for the living Rose. But after two or three months, they had begun to look at each other out of the corners of their eyes, and suggest that she had to move on. It was what Rose would have wanted, they said, as if they fucking knew Rose. Only Sophia understood. To move on, to let this love and grief dissolve like childhood grudges and infatuations, would be a betrayal. And worse, what would it say about her? If even this could fade, then wasn't everything else even more disposable and temporary? But that still didn't excuse this kind of sexual taxidermy.

Inside the loft, the spacious wonderland that Daphne and Rose had once delightedly ran around in, all of those questions were forgotten. She was here, and she had her arm around Rose again. What could be wrong with that?

"Do you want me to get some wine?" Sophia said.

"I think it's going to be an early night for us," Daphne said, retracing everyday rhythms.

"I've really had enough to drink already," said Rose. Her fingers were entwined with Daphne's, and Daphne could feel Rose's impatience for the bedsheets. Such a little minx.

"Well, you two have a good night's sleep," said Sophia. "I'll have a drink and wait up. I've got a hot date coming over sometime tonight." Rose didn't care to think about the implications of the naughty twinkle in her sister's eye.

Daphne led Rose to her room. She realized how shabby this place must look to a stranger's eyes - the band posters covering the walls, the milk crates of empty beer bottles and childhood junk she didn't want to throw away. But Rose would understand. She had been here before. And there was plenty of room on the bed, which Daphne had carefully made before they left tonight.

Rose sat on the edge of the mattress and looked down. Her blonde bangs cast shade over her eyes. "Is it good to see me again?"

Daphne nodded dumbly.

"That's nice to know," said Rose. "Remind me again, Daph. Whatever happened to me?"

Daphne froze up. None of the other Roses had asked her this. But it was exactly this kind of laconic and detached question that the first Rose loved to pose. In bed she would always ask about her tongue, her tits, her cunt, as if she was dispassionately watching the various parts of her body take actions of their own accord. She had seemed to know that she was going to die soon. Once Daphne had yanked her out of the path of a honking bus, and the only emotion Rose had shown was faint suspicion.

"You died," said Daphne. The words were phantoms in her mouth, like a limb that had fallen asleep.

Rose nodded. "I figured as much. But I couldn't quite remember."

"I loved you," said Daphne. "I was in love with you. I never said that to you, because I thought it would scare you. That was the worse-case scenario for me - that you would drift off to toy with some other girl's emotions and I would only see you around town or at the grocery store. I didn't even realize..."

She was crying. Stupid Daphne, crying her eyes out to some girl who she knew wasn't really Rose, some sad stranger who was participating in this charade with the hopes of getting laid. With the other Roses it was just sex, but this one was different. When Daphne spoke, she felt as if she was actually getting through to the real Rose, although perhaps only through some distant connection.

Rose knelt on the bed next to Daphne and gave her a hug. Daphne buried her face into Rose's shoulder, tears and snot streaming down her face. At the same time she was furious at herself, and at Rose, and at the whole situation. She slugged Rose in the gut. "How dare you. How fucking dare you leave."

"I'm sorry," Rose said, as she strummed her fingers through Daphne's short hair. "I loved you. But sometimes love isn't enough."

The whole thing was a lie, but it felt better than the truth at this moment. Daphne looked up at Rose, so calm and sweet. Her tears were beginning to dry up. It had been a silly thing too. Nothing more likely to drive Rose away then that.

But Rose didn't get up and leave. She would have been within her rights to call the whole thing off, but she stayed. She stayed and kissed Daphne.

Rose laid Daphne down on the bed and hung over her before her moist lips descended once again. Rose lifted her head to toss her hair out of her face and giggle - just as the old Rose had done, all those years ago, back when they maintained that they were just practising kissing for boys. Rose nuzzled her neck and began to lift her shirt off. Daphne had to help with the latter task, undoing buttons and one ill-placed strap in a clumsy tumble of limbs. But she eventually shrugged it off, and in the collision of their bodies time was unwound.

The dirty blonde pulled her blouse over her head, casually seductive. She was wearing a white clamshell bra that must be new, but the delicious body underneath was timeless. Daphne caressed those curves, both familiar and unfamiliar at once. She buried her head in Rose's pale shoulder and bit the little piece of flesh where the armpit started. Rose gave a start at Daphne's teeth, but from the groan that followed she didn't find it unpleasant.

Kissing, more kissing, their tongues getting reacquainted. Rose's hands, still cold from the night air, running across her bare stomach. Daphne shut her eyes and tried to feel and feel alone. There was the soft weight of Rose's body pressing against her legs, and the touch of her mouth, its wetness sensible through her bra. And then the bra itself was gone, and Rose was descending upon her breasts, sucking and kissing. Like this, she was not a bad memory but an insistent force of touch and taste bearing down upon Daphne's body until she could take no more.

Daphne could hear the rustling of fabric, and the casual thump of clothes being tossed to the floor. She didn't need to open her eyes. She could still see Rose - hell, she couldn't stop seeing Rose's body, shimmering and pale and freckled and flush. It was the ghostly body that crawled into her bed every night, wanted or not, kissing her forehead and burrowing into her dreams. And yet when it was here in the flesh, she preferred the memory.

She felt a hand on her forehead, and smelled cunt. "Look at me." It was not a suggestion. Daphne tried to keep her eyes shut, but the light in the room was too much and her eyelids flitted open. Rose's body was perched directly above her, so that it appeared to go on for miles. There was her cute blonde-thatched pussy, her beautiful belly, and those two peach-sized breasts with their dusk red nipples up in the heavens. Her face was almost invisible, or maybe Daphne just didn't care to see it.




The Next Rose



"Touch me," said Rose. And Daphne did. She grabbed Rose by the thigh and, with the other hand, began to explore her folds. Daphne peeled back Rose's labial folds to reveal her cute little clit, just eager for some attention. And with the ease of routine, Daphne's tongue darted out to lick it. Rose shivered above her at the first touch, but said nothing. It always took a while to break her down.

Rose clutched the bedspread as Daphne administered to her wanting pussy. She ran her tongue lightly up and down the channel, from clit to the bottom of Rose's slit, finally eliciting a groan of anticipation from her love. Rose was beginning to get moist as desire overtook her body. Daphne slid a finger into her cunt and hooked it in a come-hither motion. Rose fell to her knees, moving inexorably with the hooked finger. Her juicy slit slipped directly onto Daphne's lips, and the young woman drank.

Daphne's tongue and fingers were operating in a rhythm, caressing Rose's sex with an exquisite tempo. Rose began moving into it, shifting her hips as she rode Daphne's face with ragged thrusts. Her cries were throaty and harsh as Daphne's skilled tongue ripped them out of her. It never took long once she got like this. Daphne slid a second finger in and rubbed it against Rose's most sensitive spot, and she exploded.

The cries were different from the real Rose, the first Rose - Daphne could hear this one yelling out "fuck!" as she came, whereas the first Rose never swore unless she was trying to act tough. But the way she arched her back, the splash of sweet juices that ran down Daphne's chin, the shudder of her thighs - that was all the shame. For a moment, in the heat of the bedroom, Rose was resurrected.

Rose rolled over onto her side, flushed and excited from her climax. "That was great," she said. "I want to do something for you now."

"Okay," said Daphne. It was usually around this time that she was bowled over by Rose's sexual energy, and reduced to pleasant compliance. Daphne sank back into her bed as Rose's beautiful snowy body limbered towards the delta of her legs.

Rose pried Daphne's legs open with a gentle kiss on the inside of her knee, a gesture of overflowing adoration. Daphne's boxer shorts were bunched up on her hips, the only remaining clothing on either of them. Rose toyed with the shorts for a minute, sliding a hand up one of the legholes until her fingertips just touched the edges of Daphne's sex and then pulling back. Rose pressed the palm of her hand against her lover's torso, pressing the soft fabric into Daphne's moist cunt. And then, with an agile gesture whose physics Daphne didn't quite understand, Rose whisked away her last stitch of clothing and left her bare and exposed.

Daphne's breath hitched as Rose began to gently strum her slit. It was nothing serious, just percussionary beats of fingers on soft cuntflesh, but with Rose between her legs smiling at her with just the slight hint of mischief. Daphne wrapped her legs around the other woman's waist and spread her petals open. Rose slid one finger into her, and that intense feeling like a blissful headache began.

As her fingers plundered Daphne's box, Rose's bright eyes stared straight at her, taking in all of Daphne's body, her bony shoulders and slight breasts and hard chin all a part of that strange androgynous beauty. Daphne felt bashful - she felt like she should cover up, because surely Rose couldn't like looking at her ugly body. But she, in all of her girl-next-door cuteness, descended on her chest with greedy lips and luscious spits as she thrust two fingers into Daphne and rubbed her clit with her thumb. The buzzing in Daphne's head was getting louder.

And then Rose's fingers were gone, and it was the blunt instrument of her thigh pressing into Daphne's juicy pussy. Rose had mounted her lover's leg and was sliding against it, driving her own wetness hard against the other woman's flesh. It was rough and adolescent, but somehow that made it all the more powerful. As Rose rode her, Daphne felt release coming upon her, and then it crashed across her body.

When she came from her own fingers, it was never anything more than a relief, a brief exorcism of her lustful demons. But with Rose, climax was everything it was supposed to be. Daphne felt an overwhelming warmth spreading through her, like Rose's sunny smile had itself penetrated and impregnated her. She clawed at her sheets until they popped off the corner of the bed, trying to contain this flood of joy that came from across time.

It was only when she came down that Daphne realized that she was drenched in sweat, and that the bed was wet with their combined juices. Oh well. Perhaps she wouldn't shower or wash the sheets tomorrow, and keep the smell of Rose as long as it could last. But for now, there was no need for such desperation. Rose was clinging to her side, and all was right.

"Are you okay?" sweet Rose was mumbling into her ear.

It was a stupid question. "Yeah. I'm great."

As on so many nights, Daphne fell into a dreamless sleep listening to Rose's soft breathing in her ear.

Sophia had been awake and horny for entirely too long. She was lying on her bed in a bathrobe, her makeup and hair perfect, everything prepared... in other words, all revved up and no place to go. So she had taken to flipping through a fashion magazine, admiring the women and idly imagining what they would look like with even fewer clothes on, as her sister cried out in pleasure in the next room. Why did it always seem like your own sexual encounters were so short, but your neighbours could go for hours? She had expected the two of them to kiss and cuddle, not go through the Kama Sutra together.

Maybe this should gross her out instead of idly arousing her. After all, most people avoided even thinking about their siblings' sexuality, a zone almost as mentally toxic as their parents having sex. But growing up, Sophia and Daphne had only had each other to talk to about pretty much everything. Sophia had taught Daphne how to put lipstick on, how to deal with her period, what sex was, how to use a condom, how to know if she was gay, and so on and so forth. And living together in this small apartment, there was certainly little room to hide their assignations. Sophia had even bought Daphne her first dildo, mainly so Daphne would stop borrowing her own.

Sophia wondered whether this was another case of her babying her little sister, going through elaborate psychosexual schemes to rewind the past and shelter her from loss. But Daphne had been through so much shit in her short life that it seemed like any way to comfort her must be right.

At last, the cries of passions faded to the muted mumbles of pillow talk, and then to Daphne's snoring. Not too long afterwards, Daphne's door creaked open. There was Adrienne, completely naked and moist from Daphne's love. She was completely shameless and Sophia loved it. Almost as much as she loved Adrienne's poster-girl body. Had Sophia once thought she was the girl next door? Maybe if you lived next door to a cathouse.

"I think Daphne's feeling better," said Adrienne.

"I bet," Sophia said. She patted a spot on the bed, and Adrienne took a seat. As she walked over, Sophia noted that her legs were still a little shaky.

"Is this a regular thing?" said Adrienne. "Picking up girls in bars and getting them to pretend to be your sister's dead ex?"

The way she said it made Sophia wince. "Not regular exactly, but we've done it before. Most of them think it's weird, but when they see Daphne they change their mind. For someone so shy, she has a lot of admirers."

"She's cute," said Adrienne. "But you're more my type." She laced her fingers through Sophia's, as if her meaning might be too subtle.

"Daphne's not crazy, you know," said Sophia. "She doesn't think you're actually Rose. But sometimes you want to trick yourself. I think that sometimes it's okay to pretend."

Adrienne ran her hand along the silky seam of Sophia's robe. "But at some point, aren't you just holding her back? I mean, you need to move on. That's the last stage of grief."

"The last stage of grief is acceptance," said Sophia. "Not forgetting."

"And this is acceptance?"

"Well, maybe there are some things you shouldn't accept," said Sophia. She had the feeling that she was losing the argument, and it wasn't an argument she even wanted to have. Why debate grief with a naked girl late at night, when there were so many better things you could be doing with said naked girl? So she moved on to better things, guiding Adrienne's hand down to her lap.

Adrienne raised an eyebrow as she felt the silicone bulge. "You're already packing?"

"I wanted to be ready."

Adrienne gave Sophia a wicked little grin. "Did you get all hard listening to me and Daphne? Does that turn you on?"

"Now who's pretending?" Sophia teased. She sat up and suddenly found her body very close to Adrienne's. They kissed, as if there was some magnetic force pulling their lips together. Adrienne's mouth was moist and funky. Sophia wondered how much of this was Adrienne's taste and how much of this was Daphne's.

Adrienne unwound the belt on Sophia's robe and pulled it open. Beneath was Sophia's dusky body, clad in nothing but the harness for a thick black dildo. Adrienne took one of her peach-sized breasts in her hands, running a moist finger around the nipple. At the same time, her kiss grew more courageous, a tongue slipping into Sophia's mouth and stealing away with her flavour.

Sophia was making sure to take in as much of Adrienne's body as she could, not sure if this frustrating wisp of a girl would disappear in the morning. She ran her hands down Adrienne's sides and rubbed her shoulders. She dipped down and feasted on her freckled breasts until Adrienne was forced to squeal. She groped her ass and massaged her thighs. She wanted to grow more arms so she could touch Adrienne everywhere at once.

With remarkable flexibility, Adrienne folded herself at the waist, her head bending down into Sophia's lap. With a sultry look on her face, she took the tip of the black dildo in her mouth and began bobbing up and down. Sophia groaned as if she really did have a cock. It was role-play, but there was something about it that gave Sophia genuine pleasure. Maybe it was just the wanton, slutty look in Adrienne's eyes. Look what I will do for you, she seemed to be saying. I will do anything.

Sophia grabbed Adrienne by her dirty blonde hair and pulled her up. "I want to fuck you," she hissed. Adrienne nodded eagerly. And then her body, unfolding like a painter's canvas, spread up and lowered herself on the plastic cock.

Adrienne sat with her ass on Sophia's thighs, delectable breasts right in Sophia's face. They were so close they may as well be one body. Adrienne began to ride, pumping her hips as she bounced up and down on Sophia's cock. As the harness pushed into Sophia's cock, feelings of pleasure shot through her, but it was more the sensation of having this sweaty young body rubbing up against her that was blowing Sophia's mind.

As she slid up and down Sophia's shaft, Adrienne's breath grew more and more ragged. Her shoulders and breasts rolled along with her hips. There was nothing in the room but their heavy breathing and the slow thump of copulation. Sophia felt a dull, blunt joy all over her body. Adrienne raised herself up on her haunches, slammed herself back down to fully take the black dildo inside her, and released a loud cry.

Sophia put her hand to Adrienne's mouth. "Be quiet. Don't wake up Daphne."

Adrienne giggled. "I dunno if I can keep quiet. It feels so good." And then she bit her lip, and Sophia knew that she had to fuck the shit out of this girl.

Sitting up, Sophia took Adrienne by the hair and guided her down into a prone position. Adrienne growled, obviously intrigued by the more physical side of Sophia. So the girl wanted to play a little rough. Well, that suited Sophia fine.

Kneeling behind her new lover, Sophia pushed Adrienne's head into her fluffy pillows. She wouldn't be making much noise this way, and it left her lovely ass and juicy slit right up in the air. Sophia took one long, slow lick of Adrienne's nectar, and then quickly rose up to jam her dildo right in there. Adrienne's muffled cry was almost as loud as her previous one. Oh well. At least it made a good image, this pale slut bent over, face down and ass in the air, not even caring who was giving it to her as long as she got fucked.

Sophia thrust into Adrienne, at first slow and deliberate, and then gradually faster and harder. She kept one hand on Adrienne's hair and the other on her hip, both grips bruisingly tight. Adrienne was wiggling and bucking, her body overcome with pleasure and out of control, but Sophia kept on her with a rider's tenacity. She pulled herself up on her haunches and mounted Adrienne, thrusting into her at a new and apparently even more pleasurable angle.

She knew that Adrienne was close. She liked to keep her lovers on the brink like this, watching that pre-orgasmic madness overtake as they desperately hurtled towards release. Sophia drew back, and Adrienne shuddered with longing. Staring at that thin, angular body heaving and lunging was like a drug to Sophia. Shit, she might come herself just from the stimulation of thrusting.

But in the end, it was better to be kind. Sophia buried herself into Adrienne and reached down to flick the blonde's clit, and that was all it took. Adrienne shouted out her release into the pillows, a couple muffled curse words among the incoherent screaming. Sophia held onto her lover until the seismic climax began to subside into mere tremors.

Adrienne finally pushed her face up. She had left a stain of sweat and drool on the pillow to match the growing wet spot on the bed. "Shit," she said, breathless. "I mean... fuck."

"So," Sophia said. "Do I fuck better than my sister?"

"Yes," said Adrienne. "But she makes love better than you do."

Sophia unbuckled her harness and tossed her weapon of choice to the side. "I don't believe in that distinction. When it comes to pleasure, there's no naughty or nice. The most romantic thing you can do is to fulfil all of your partner's dirtiest fantasies."

Adrienne raised an eyebrow. "So if I said I wanted to eat your ass until you screamed, you'd take that as romantic?"

"I'd take that as a good idea."

Adrienne purred and grabbed Sophia's waist. "Then turn over, sweetheart."

Sophia found herself in the same position Adrienne had been a few minutes ago - face down in a soft pillow, haunches raised to greet her lover. It was an extreme intimacy, her vision only a soft fleshy blur, entrusting herself completely to the strange hands roaming around her torso. She could feel Adrienne's weight moving on the bed behind her, and then feel the other woman's soft fingers pulling apart her ass cheeks.

It seemed to take entirely too long for Adrienne's mouth to reach her, to the point that Sophia wondered if something was wrong. But there it was - her cute little nose up against Sophia's buttcheeks, her tongue licking the rosebud like a cautious explorer. Adrienne began to lightly strum Sophia's clit, fingers quickly growing sticky with Sophia's copious and impatient juices. She felt hot, so hot she might burn up, but she didn't want to stop this for the world.

Gradually, Adrienne grew more bold. She slid her tongue, shaped into an arrowhead, into Sophia's ass and found her most naughty and most sensitive parts. Adrienne also slid first one, then two fingers into Sophia's moist cunt, hooking them to rub just the right place. This girl evidently knew how to make another woman beg for mercy. Sophia wasn't at that point yet, but the dual pleasures - two incredibly different sensations playing in symphony from her two greedy orifices - were starting to drive her mad. She found her body shaking, and wondered if she could maintain this posture. But Adrienne just grew more wild and ferocious, rimming her ass with vulgar abandon at the same time her fingers thrust in and out of Sophia's pussy. It was all Sophia could do to hold on.

The first orgasm was nice. It was a welcome release from the pressure, the anticipation that had been building up inside her all night. She could have gone to sleep happy after that, but Adrienne just kept licking and fingering, going even faster and harder if that was possible. Before she knew it, Sophia was coming again, screaming into the pillow as stars danced before her eyes. She was on fire, unable to control herself. And then, just as that was beginning to fade, a third orgasm completely obliterated her senses, reducing her to a throbbing mass of pleasure. How was it possible to feel this good?

Gradually, the world returned, although there were still dots in her eyes and a faint buzzing in her ear. Sophia was flat on her wet bed, too exhausted to even contemplate moving. Adrienne was next to her, comparatively full of energy, sucking Sophia's juices off her fingers.

Sophia tried to say something, but found herself voiceless.

"You taste sweeter than Daphne," Adrienne said. "I wouldn't have expected that from you."

Somehow, this woman, who Sophia had manipulated into her little headfuck, had gained control over the both of them. Sophia drew up the blanket around herself, suddenly shivering.

Adrienne stood up and wiped the juices from her jaw. "Well, I'd better get back to the other room. We wouldn't want her to wake up and find her sister in bed with her dear girlfriend Rose, would we? That would just traumatize the poor girl all over again."

Sophia just mutely nodded as the bewitching Adrienne left the room.

The morning came all too soon. Adrienne was spent in every conceivable way after last night's double-feature. That had been something, though. Two girls in one night. And sisters, nonetheless. Something to talk shit about at the bar.

That thought immediately made Adrienne cringe, for reasons she herself didn't quite understand. This felt like more than another sloppy one-night stand or a crazy tall tale that she didn't herself believe. At first Adrienne hadn't taken the whole "Rose" thing seriously - calling herself by another name was far from the most demeaning thing she'd done for sex, and if it got those two off, there was nothing wrong with it. But in the bedroom, with Daphne's tender touches, she had found herself slipping into the persona. For a moment, she actually thought she was Rose. Hazy memories, of childhood sleepovers and furtive teenage liaisons, appeared in her head, psychological fabulations or perhaps ghostly remnants. Somehow, Adrienne felt like she had been knitted into a web with Sophia and Daphne, and her relationship with them was much deeper than one that had begun twelve hours ago.

Daphne stirred, stretching out her arms. When she was asleep, having discarded all the masculine armour and prickly defensiveness, she was actually really cute. Daphne's eyes opened. "Hey, sweetie," she said, her voice thick and sleepy.

"Hey yourself," said Adrienne. "You want to get up? It's almost noon."

"Five more minutes," Daphne said.

"Okay." Rose - no, Adrienne kissed Daphne on the forehead. "I'll go get breakfast."

Adrienne pulled on her wrinkled clothes from yesterday, as if there was anyone here she should hide her nudity from. She went out into the kitchen to find that Sophia, dressed in the same bathrobe as last night, was ahead of her, standing over a pan of scrambled eggs with an unreadable expression.

"Hey hot stuff," Adrienne said, adding in a joking finger gun.

Sophia looked a little disturbed, and Adrienne worried that she had taken the finger gun unironically. "You don't have to stay around here. Daphne isn't going to be upset when you leave. She understands what's going on."




The Next Rose



To tell the truth, if Adrienne had wanted to sneak out, she could have done so when her overzealous cell phone alarm went off at 8 AM. Maybe it was just the numbing comfort of Daphne's bed, but she had no desire to leave - and nothing to go home to, really. "Why don't we hang out today? We can watch a movie, go out to the mall, maybe get some ice cream - it'll be fun. I'll even help you with chores."

Sophia cast a skeptical eye at Adrienne. "You sure you want to get involved with us?"

"I know that Daphne needs her Rose," said Adrienne. "And I know that Sophia needs a good fucking on the reg from her good friend Adrienne. And I know that in this town, I need a family, or something like that."

Adrienne stepped forward and gave Sophia a short but lewd kiss, running her tongue along the inside of Sophia's cheek. She separated from the other woman with a naughty smile. Sophia looked totally disarmed. "Is... is that how you treat your family?"

"I guess I must be some kind of deviant."

Daphne came in, and Adrienne greeted her with a peck on the cheeks. The three sat down to a friendly meal. In her mind, Adrienne was mulling over whether she could really be two different women to two different lovers. But it was better than being nobody to no one. And if it lead to more nights like the last one... well, why not be the next Rose?