0 comments/ 154570 views/ 11 favorites A Date with Destiny By: musiclover628 "Hello?" the charming, feminine voice on the other end of the phone asked. "Uh, hi," Jennifer said, trying to fight the shakiness in her already timid voice, "I'm calling about the ad in the paper." "Oh, good. I was beginning to think no one was going to call," the voice said, adding a quiet laugh at the end of her sentence. "So, what's your name?" "Jennifer." "Okay, Jennifer, when would you like to get together?" God, what am I doing, Jennifer thought. "Oh, whatever's best for you." "How does tonight sound?" Jennifer sat in silence, shocked at herself for calling this woman. "Uh, you know what, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I probably shouldn't have called you." "Wait --", the woman said, "Hold on. It's okay, Jennifer. I understand. You're not the first woman who's felt a little awkward for calling someone like me. First, let's get a little better acquainted with each other. My name's Destiny." Jennifer still sat by the phone, her heart pounding. She couldn't think of a word to say. "You still there?" Destiny asked. Jennifer immediately came back to Earth. "Yeah," she said, starting to laugh. "Oh, God, I'm sorry. I'm just really nervous, you know. I mean, I wasn't expecting to find myself calling a hooker on a Saturday night." "Oh, you don't have to be embarrassed or anything. You're a woman who simply has sexual cravings. And I'd like to help you. If you do feel uncomfortable, it's okay to hang up." In a city like Tuscaloosa, where the gay and lesbian community was shunned, finding a sexual partner was like finding a million dollars on the street -- it simply didn't happen. Jennifer hadn't gotten laid in almost a year. Any doubts she may have had were now gone. She was convinced: Destiny was the one for her. Hey, she sounded like a reasonably attractive woman who just happened to be a lesbian. Not some evil, man-hating dyke like she envisioned. "No, I want to do this. And I've got plenty of money, too. So don't worry about that." "Oh, we'll talk about that later," Destiny said. "First things first, uh, what time shall I come over?" It was already seven-thirty. Jennifer replied, "Hmmm, how 'bout nine?" "Nine's good. So what's the address?" "3716 4th Avenue. It's pretty easy to find." "All right, Jennifer, I'll be over at nine, and we'll have a good time, okay?" "Uh, wait, Destiny, just so I'll know, um, what do you look like?" Jennifer asked. "Well, well, Jennifer, I thought you sounded like a woman who likes surprises, but I guess not. I'm not going to spoil it for you, but I will tell you this: I think you'll be satisfied." Jennifer laughed. "Okay, I think. A surprise will be good. I'll see ya, Destiny." "Bye-bye," Destiny said and hung up. Jennifer hung up and sat on her bed, wearing a mischievous grin. A grin that said "Aw, yeah, time to get some." She couldn't believe she had done such a thing. A hooker! A real hooker, too, from the sound of her voice. Jennifer imagined what Destiny looked like. She was hoping for a Pamela Anderson-type blonde with large breasts, but she couldn't think of any woman in Tuscaloosa that could fit that description. If there was such a woman, she wouldn't be a lesbian like Jennifer, that's for sure. And it was pretty safe to say that Destiny wasn't going to be some ugly broad sporting a spiked haircut. At least she hoped not. Jennifer decided her best bet would be to just wait until nine when she would arrive. Until then, Jennifer had to prepare for her date with Destiny. _______________ Oh, shit. She's here, Jennifer thought as the doorbell rang. The hour and a half since the phone call with Destiny went by faster than she had expected. Jennifer took one last look at herself in the mirror. The black blouse and khaki skirt looked perfect. Every short dark hair on her head was in place. Time to meet Destiny. The doorbell rang again. "I'm coming," Jennifer shouted. She raced to the door and quickly opened it. "Hi. Are you Jennifer?" the woman asked. "That's me," she replied. Wow, Jennifer thought. This woman is amazing. Destiny was the epitome of Jennifer's expectations. She looked like she had just walked out of some male teenager's late-night fantasy. She was wearing a leather jacket over what looked like a white halter top, a pair of tight blue jeans that seemed to fir her ass like a glove, and a pair of leather boots. Destiny also had nice, shoulder-length, snow-white hair, with eyes that sparkled and lips that begged to be kissed. I'm gonna eat this woman alive, Jennifer thought. "Come on in, Destiny." "Thanks," Destiny said as she entered Jennifer's home. She looked around and was very impressed. "Wow. Nice place." Jennifer managed a modest "thank you." Although she was flattered by the compliment, she didn't want Destiny to know that she had spent a lot of time cleaning up the place. Since sex for her had become somewhat of an illusion, Jennifer had a strong desire for this night to be very special. "Do you want something to drink?" Jennifer asked. "Yes. What do you have?" "I got some wine. Chardonnay." "Great." Destiny sat down on the navy-blue sofa in Jennifer's living room. The music from the stereo caught her attention. The soulful voice of Al Green pumping out of the speakers added a certain sensuousness to the atmosphere. "You a big Al Green fan?" Destiny asked Jennifer, who was still in the kitchen making the drinks. "Oh, yes," Jennifer replied, returning with two wine glasses, handing one to Destiny. "I'm a big R&B fan in general. Especially the old stuff. I could live forever on Motown." Jennifer sat down next to Destiny on the sofa. She watched as Destiny slowly sipped her drink. God, she was hot. Destiny was beautiful, but she didn't have the sleazy hooker look Jennifer had expected. She did fit the mold of a strong-willed woman with determination in doing what she wanted. This aura of confidence was really exciting Jennifer. She couldn't take her eyes off this woman. "Could I tell you something?" she asked. "Go ahead," Destiny said. "You're really attractive. I mean really. You are. Let me tell you, I was so scared you were gonna be some type of freak or, or -- oh, God, what's the word I'm looking for--" "Dyke," Destiny suggested. "Exactly." The two of them erupted in laughter. "Well thanks a lot. Yeah, you know, most of my clients are caught off-guard when they first meet me. Granted, I don't fit the mold of a classic lesbian, but then again, I don't fit the mold of your everyday street worker either." "How long have you been doing this?" "Right now, I'm twenty-eight years old and I've been doing this for almost three years. I have a list of about five or six steady clients. I work on more of a personal basis. I only put an ad in the paper when business is slow." "Are you a lesbian?" "I'm bisexual. Most of my clients are men, but I prefer women because there's more emotions involved and there's lots more passion and foreplay." She finished her wine and resumed. "That's why I was so psyched when you called me. It's been a while since I've served a woman. So what are you looking for tonight? I'm game for anything as long as you have the cash." Jennifer hadn't had time to put a lot of thought into what she wanted. Besides eating each other out, she wasn't really interested in anything else. Destiny looked to be a high-priced lady so Jennifer thought she better play it safe. "Just the basic thing, you know." "Like what, you want me to eat your pussy?" "Yeah. And, if there's no charge, I'd like to do the same to you." "No, there's no charge for that. See, that's what I love about women clients. They're interested in pleasuring me as well as making sure their own needs are met." "So how much is this gonna cost?" "Two hundred." "All right. Hold on just one second." Jennifer left the living room and returned carrying two one-hundred dollar bills. She handed the money over to Destiny. "Thanks," Destiny said with a smile. "So, where do you wanna do it?" "My bedroom. This way." Jennifer walked over to the stereo and shut it off. She and Destiny then walked down the hall and into the bedroom. Again, Destiny was blown away by what she saw. A nice, king-size bed with dark, crimson sheets and matching comforter lay in the middle of the room, in front of which stood a 19-inch TV. Another stereo was also in the room with an assortment of CDs laying beside it. Jennifer walked over to it. "You want some music?" she asked. Destiny nodded approvingly and soon, a thumping wah-wah guitar erupted from the speakers and Marvin Gaye's voice began to cry out the sensuous, yet appropriate, ballad, "Let's Get It On." "You sure know how to set the mood, don't you, Jennifer?" She shrugged and managed a small grin. "I have my moments." Jennifer stood in awe of Destiny's beauty. She couldn't help but wonder what the woman looked like naked. "Do you want to leave the lights on?" Destiny smiled. "Why not." "Um, could you undress first? I wanna see you," Jennifer requested. "Yeah, sure." Destiny took off her leather boots first, tossing them to the side. Her jeans went off next, underneath which she wore a sexy black thong that made Jennifer's mouth water. After taking off the leather jacket, Destiny took her time in removing the white halter top beneath it. She wore no bra. The sight of her tanned breasts made Jennifer's groin ache with excitement, bringing a moistness to her vaginal region. Destiny's panties came off quick, showing a shaven pussy (not to mention an ass to die for) that made Jennifer want to scream. Jennifer continued to stare at Destiny, who stood in all her nude glory. The sight of her was mesmerizing and left Jennifer in a state of semi-shock. "Uh, Jennifer," Destiny said, "I can't do anything as long as you're dressed." "Huh? Oh, yeah, right. I'm sorry," Jennifer said, laughing nervously. Jennifer stood up and began to undress slowly, her fingers shaking everytime they came to a button on her blouse. Destiny walked towards Jennifer, their lips just inches apart. "Let me help you with that," she alluringly said. With both hands, Destiny unbuttoned Jennifer's blouse and took it off, kissing the exposed skin as she did so. Jennifer began to reach her hands down to Destiny's pussy, inserting two fingers. Destiny stopped kissing Jennifer long enough to let out a passionate moan. I did that, Jennifer thought. I made this woman, a hooker, moan. In a hurriedly fashion, Jennifer tore off the khaki skirt she was wearing, as well as her undergarments and stood proud while Destiny gave her a once-over. While Destiny was a definite knockout, Jennifer wasn't too far behind. Although she would probably tell you she was in terrible shape, her body was in peak condition. However, tanlines made Jennifer's small breasts, shapely buttocks, and pubic area look like someone had poured a carton of milk all over her body. The two nude women hopped in the bed and immediately began to go at each other like wild animals. Jennifer, who planted herself on the hooker's face, started massaging Destiny's breasts, making her nipples stand at attention. Jennifer could hardly concentrate on what she was doing because Destiny was going off on her like a rabid dog. The feeling of Destiny's tongue licking her clit was transporting her to another world. She had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming. Jennifer wasn't very good at holding out, so she knew that an orgasm would be fast approaching. To prevent premature ejaculation, Jennifer moved closer and closer to Destiny's vagina, until they were in a perfect "69" position. Jennifer had had maybe two or three sexual partners in her life (all women), so her oral sex techniques weren't very advanced. Destiny, on the other hand, was a pro. She was a pussy-eatin' master. Destiny was kind of pleased with the way Jennifer was working on her. Jennifer was all over her clit, varying her lapping speeds. She let out long moans to hopefully encourage Jennifer to continue what she was doing. The "69" continued for a few minutes until Jennifer stopped and shouted, "I'm gonna come!" The two women kept licking each other's vaginas, their tongues flicking wildly with erotic passion. Faster. And faster. Until Jennifer let out a passionate, orgasmic moan. "OHHHHH!" she exclaimed, collapsing on top of Destiny's body. Jennifer got up, out of breath, panting, and smiled at Destiny. "Oh, my God," she yelled. "That was the best fuck I've had in years." Flattered at the compliment, Destiny propped herself up on her elbows. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she replied. "Come to think of it, I actually enjoyed myself. I can't remember the last time I've had a client get into it so much. I mean, the way you were working your tongue was just -- well, very nice. You know, I bet if you gave it a little more practice, you could be doing the same thing as me." Unsure about that last remark, Jennifer stared back at Destiny. "What, you mean eating pussy as well as you?" she asked. "No, I mean making money by serving clients." "Uh, no thanks. I don't think it's for me. I mean, I enjoy fucking and all, but I couldn't do it for a living. Besides, I've already got a good job." Destiny got closer to Jennifer and began massaging her breasts, causing Jennifer to bite her bottom lip. "Are you sure? I think you and I could work together. I'm telling you, Jennifer, we could make a killing this state alone. Then, work our way up north where the real money is." "Thanks, but I'm not interested, Destiny. Really." Destiny looked deep into Jennifer's hazel eyes. For a brief moment, she thought she might quit being a small-town whore, but then, she let it pass. This is truly an amazing woman, Destiny thought. Truly amazing. "Could I ask you something?" Destiny asked. "Yeah, sure." "Would it be all right if I were to stay here for the rest of the night?" "Yeah. I'd love it." "Great." And with that, the two naked ladies wrapped their arms around each other, kissed for a brief moment, and smiled at each other. It was a smile that symbolized a night of passion, romance, friendship, and special moments of life that made you think it can't get any better than where it is now. For the remainder of the night, Jennifer and Destiny sat up and talked. The two swapped stories of sexual pleasure, trying to outdo each other. (Jennifer won this battle: "Senior year of college. Me and my girlfriend were making out real heavily in the kitchen of our dorm. I was sitting on the stove, and she starts to finger me. And I'm like, going crazy, right, cause she's hitting a good spot. I mean, my arms are flailing all over the place so much that I unknowingly turn on one of the knobs to the stove. And we're getting really into it when all of a sudden, I reach my hand down on the stove and burn my hand. I'm like 'Fuck!'. My girlfriend just sat there and laughed her ass off. It hurt like hell. See, I have the scar to prove it.") They also talked about themselves, their dreams, and what they wanted out of life. More importantly, their love for life, as well as their interest in each other. Destiny gave Jennifer tips on how to perform oral sex. Jennifer even found out Destiny's real name -- Rebecca. Then, they downed the rest of the Chardonnay and after that, they made love for a second time. They finally got to sleep around four in the morning. _______________ Around noon the next day, Jennifer woke up. Alone. While rubbing the crust out of the corners of her eye, she quickly arose from her bed and searched for Destiny. Or Rebecca. Whatever her name was. She almost couldn't remember what had happened the night before, she was so hung-over. "Destiny!" she called. No answer. She explored every room in the house. No Destiny. However, she did find a note lying on her kitchen table: A Date with Destiny For those who haven't read it, this is the sequel to my previous story "Just in Time for Dessert". I must apologize for the delay in getting this one posted, but I lost my muse for a while. Darlene smiled sweetly at the man her sister had loved for as long as they could remember. "I think you know the answer to that, Uncle Mark!" She looked at the beatific smile on Elizabeth's face, and knew that she wanted to feel the same pleasure. Mark looked back and forth between the two smiling faces, so alike, and yet so different. Elizabeth, always the more mischievous of the two, still had a crooked smile on her face, staring with undisguised lust at him. Darlene, on the other hand, had a very serious look, belying the fact that she was just as interested in the games that they had been playing. A glimmer of amusement flashed in her brown eyes, but that was the only outward sign of her mood. "Well, girls, where should we go from here?" His voice was teasing, because he knew the answer; he'd known them long enough that he could read it in their faces, now that he knew what to look for. "Despite what you may think, I'm no superman. I don't think I have the endurance to do that again right away." The girls looked at each other, silently communicating. Liz pointed to the dessert tray on the table and said, "It would be a shame for all of that to go to waste. We really should finish it." Without another word, she and Darlene picked up the chocolate sauce and poured it over Mark's chest. They then began licking the mess up, alternating between that and dipping assorted pieces of fruit in the sauce and popping them into each others' mouths, as well as his. His eyes rolling back in pleasure, Mark leaned back in his seat, enjoying the sensation of their warm tongues on his body. Their attentions began to cause his manhood to respond, but he quelled it, knowing that the anticipation would make taking Darlene's innocence that much sweeter. He had to resist the temptation, so that he would not make the same mistake he had with her sister. Smiling, he thought to himself that if he had it to do over, though, he would have done exactly the same thing. He had so much to look forward to which would not allow him to indulge in regret over not savoring taking from Elizabeth that which enriched her not (to steal a line from one of his favorite books). As they finished their ministrations, he put a hand on each of their cheeks, saying, "You are both more beautiful than I had imagined you could be. I am honored that you would give me all that you have, and I vow to make both of your lives as happy as I possibly can." He didn't know what possessed him to make such a sweeping statement, but he knew the words were not mere hyperbole. His heart pounded as he looked at them, seeing anew that the girls he had left were now beautiful young women. Of course, these beautiful young women both had chocolate smeared on their faces, so they were not so far removed from the girls he had known. With a laugh, he began kissing them, and licking the chocolate from their faces. Playfully, Darlene picked up a handful of whipped cream and threw it at Mark. This soon degenerated into a full-fledged food fight, turning the table, and the three of them, into a white, sticky mess. Before long, the day's exertions caught up with them, and they collapsed into each other, falling asleep in a tangle of arms and legs. **************** Mark woke to the sound of the key turning in the lock of restaurant door. Looking up, he realized that it was 4:00, an hour before they opened for dinner. He knew that it must be Laura, the head of the floor staff, coming in to set up for the evening. Of course, she had known what was going to happen earlier; it was she with whom he had first tested out the "Nooner" dessert special. While their relationship had long been more than professional, neither of them even pretended to any sort of claim on the other. Gently, he extricated himself from the center of the warm cuddle, the pile of girl he'd been so comfortably sleeping in. He wanted to let them get as much rest as they could now; he knew they wouldn't have much this evening. Quickly, he pulled on his pants. Moving quickly, he reached the door just as Laura was walking in. Her eyes widened at the sight of him, covered in dried whipped cream and bits of fruit. It was all she could do not to burst out laughing. "Well, you seem to have had a busy afternoon," she said, smiling at the thought. "Did you wear those poor girls out, or did they leave after dunking you in the cream?" "I think the wearing out was mutual; those girls did things to me I hadn't expected. I think you have some serious competition when it comes to the best blow job in town." He smiled kindly at her, and she blushed, having heard that she was the best quite a few times from him. "We do need to get cleaned up, though. We haven't really had the chance." "I'll get everything ready for opening, Mark. You and the girls take care of your mess. I came in a little early, because I know how much fun you have. I'll keep the doors locked until you give me the all clear." "Thanks, Laur! You're a doll." Mark gave her a quick peck on the cheek and hurried back to the dining room, where Elizabeth and Darlene were still resting comfortably. As quietly as possible, he did as much as he could to clean up the mess on the table and seats, glad once again that he had found such easy to clean fabric. Luckily, he knew right where the cleaning supplies were, and before long there was no trace of their lunch remaining; except, of course, the two girls sleeping on the thick carpet. He quickly gathered up their clothes, and gently leaned down to kiss each of them, feeling like Prince Charming waking Sleeping Beauty. He already intended to live happily ever after. "It's too early. I don't wanna get up," complained Liz, sleepily batting at him. Darlene, on the other hand, became instantly alert and was on her feet in moments. Between them, they picked up the sleepy redhead and set her on her feet. Shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, she opened her emerald green eyes and stared at them both, suddenly remembering where they were and what had happened (and why she was a little sore). Sighing happily, she slithered into Mark's arms, kissing him so fiercely that his knees buckled. Darlene, feigning jealousy, shoved her sister out of the way and kissed him, if possible, even more thoroughly. The kisses left no possible doubt in Mark's mind how they felt about him. Pulling away reluctantly, Mark stated, "As much as I'm enjoying this, I need a shower. If you lovely ladies would come with me?" He inquired, extending an arm to each of them. "Laura, the dining room is all yours," he called to his second in command. Arm in arm, they climbed the stairs to the office. Far from being a Spartan space filled with files and records, it was more akin to a luxury apartment. "I spent almost all of my time at the restaurant for the first few months the place was open. Knowing that would be the case, I took pains to make sure the office was a home away from home." Despite the evident cost, the office looked truly lived in. There were books scattered on an oak coffee table; an overstuffed black sofa and matching armchairs; a flat screen television with a large media library; and even a queen sized bed. All of this, however, paled in comparison to the opulence of the bathroom. It contained a shower with two heads, and a separate sunken whirlpool bathtub with space for four comfortably--six if they're really cozy. "Get yourselves cleaned up, my darlings. I need to make a couple of calls, and I'll be right in after you." The girls nodded, and Darlene hurried to start filling up the tub. Leaving them to it, he went out into the office and called a friend of his, one of the best dressmakers in town. After exchanging pleasantries, he told his friend, "Gerard, I need two dresses delivered to the restaurant by 7:00. One for a tall, athletic brunette, and the other for a willowy redhead. I trust your judgment, but they should be as elegant as possible. I want these girls to feel like princesses. I know it's short notice, but I have faith in you. Here are the measurements." Realizing they needed their hair done as well, he added, "Oh, and bring Pierre with you." He made a couple of other calls: one to get theater tickets, and one to arrange for a limousine for the evening. He wanted to be certain that this was a night to remember. Using the intercom, he ordered up dinner to be served in an hour, and let himself back into the bathroom. He saw Darlene and Elizabeth both relaxing in the luxurious tub, but not idly. Their bodies were angled so that they would have easy access to each other, and they were taking full advantage. The sight of the girls stroking each other, playfully tweaking nipples and kissing between the moans made him ache with desire. With amazing speed, he got out of his clothes and hurried to the tub. The girls were too engrossed in their fun to notice him, so when he leaned down to kiss Darlene on the neck as she was nibbling at her sister's nipple, she almost jumped from the water. She recovered quickly, and suddenly, four hands reached up and pulled him into the tub. He landed gently, held by the girls, and they maneuvered until he was between them, with an arm over each of their shoulders, their arms behind his back. Though his ardor had not lessened, he sighed contentedly and relaxed backwards into the tub, reaching behind Elizabeth to turn on the jets. Exchanging a mischievous glance, the two girls pounced. Simultaneously, they began kissing his face, nibbling his earlobes, kissing down the side of his cheek and the arch of his jaw, and nibbling the base of his neck in perfect synch. It seemed almost as if they had choreographed it, and the sensation overloaded his senses momentarily; all he could do was sit back and enjoy. They worked their way down, and suddenly he felt as though an electric shock had passed through him as each of them took one of his nipples in her mouth. This caused a moan to escape his lips, and his eyes rolled back in pleasure. The girls concentrated on his chest, teasing, kissing all along his pecs, his collarbones, his neck, but always returning to those sensitive nipples. They teased him until he felt he could bear it no longer, and beyond. For the first time in his life, he came without any direct stimulation of his penis. It was an amazing experience. It also allowed him to exert some control over the situation. Pulling the girls away from his chest, he kissed each of them, and then climbed out of the tub. "That didn't really accomplish what I was trying for, girls. I'm still not clean, and dinner will be served in about half an hour. Besides, we don't want the evening's entertainment to be spoiled—we have to save something for the encore, don't we?" Over their protests, he hopped into the shower, and though they followed, it was relatively easy to finish cleaning up. There were still kisses and playful squeezes, but they all kept their hunger in check, although it was clear that Darlene was frustrated by the delay. Dinner was served, and they all ate with a ravenous hunger. There was plenty to eat, and they spent the meal talking, catching up, and making plans. Mark sat between the girls, allowing them to take turns feeding him tender morsels of meat, and bits of bread. They were interested in all the places he had visited in his travels—Milan, Florence, Paris, Vienna, to name a few. He wanted to hear all about their school, and their social lives, and all of the gossip of young girls. They whiled away the time, until there was a knock on the office door. Mark opened it, and let in the two men on the other side. The girls were slightly embarrassed, being clad only in bathrobes, but the men hardly spared a glance at them. "So good to see you, Mark. It's been far too long. How is the restaurant business treating you," inquired the older of the two men, a slightly bent man in his fifties, greeting Mark with a kiss on the cheek. The other man, a tall blond man in his thirties, went over to the girls and started examining their hair, pulling gently and moving it into different positions. "Such exquisite beauty. I will be honored to practice my art on these gorgeous heads." The man spoke quietly, with a distinct but un-placeable accent. "Quite right, Pierre. These ladies are truly deserving of the praise our young friend gives them. When we are through with them, they shall truly be the royalty he feels they are. Now, we must have space to work. We cannot have you underfoot while we do our business." This was said with a surreptitious wink to Mark. Gerard knew his tastes, and also knew that Mark wanted the dresses to be a surprise. He had complete faith in the dressmaker. Nodding, Mark went over to the girls and kissed them each on the cheek. "Ladies, these gentlemen know their art. I will be downstairs—I should put in an appearance at any rate. This is only a small taste of what is in store." While Gerard and Pierre set up, Mark hurriedly got dressed, and the girls' eyes widened as they noticed that he put on a white tuxedo. Surprised, they wondered what was in store for them. ************************* Mark spent the next hour walking through the restaurant, chatting with customers, and barely containing his excitement. So much had happened today that was only now beginning to fully sink in. He could not believe that he had committed to marry not one, but both, of his best friends' daughters. He wondered how Jack would react to this. All wonder stopped when the girls walked into the dining room. So, also, did all conversation and eating. Everyone stared, transfixed, at the visions of loveliness that had just walked through the door. There were a few muttered exclamations, and more than one jealous glare, but no one could take their eyes from Darlene and Elizabeth. Darlene's shoulder length hair was swept up into an elegant design, and she was wearing a strapless gown of ruby red that hugged and accentuated her curves. This was topped with a necklace of white gold with rubies to set off the bright red of her lips. Elizabeth's long hair was down, save two braids that ran from the front of her head to meet in the back. Where they met, the combined into one single braid, and it flowed so smoothly that no one could tell where the two smaller braids ended and the new one began. She was wearing a dress of emerald green, which only served to enhance the color of her eyes. It was cut fairly low in the front, and the back plunged nearly to her waist, exposing a wide expanse of lightly freckled skin. Mark's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the gorgeous women he was privileged to have love him. Hurriedly, he made his goodbyes, and went to join his lovers, thanking whatever god had blessed him with such fortune. He escorted the women to the waiting limousine, amidst the envious stares of several men. Once they were in the limo, they could not keep their hands off each other. Again, however, Mark enforced restraint, subjecting the girls to such exquisite torture by not allowing them the release they so clearly desired. He limited himself to merely teasing, reveling in the moans his actions caused. The limo was soon at the theater, and they had to stop even that for now. Mark had picked this play not by happenstance. He had seen the performance before, and knew just how erotic it would be. He wanted to increase the anticipation of his lovelies. He was not disappointed. Throughout the performance, he could see their passion building until it seemed they could not take any more. Once again climbing into the limo, they headed for his palatial house on the edge of town. This time, Mark did not stop any of the advances the girls made, encouraging them to do whatever would bring them pleasure. He stroked Darlene's leg, running his hand from her ankle up to her knee, under the flowing skirt. Slowly, teasingly, he moved his hand higher, until it was at the warm cleft between her legs. He stroked her through her panties, gently at first, but soon harder, bringing her to the edge when he slipped a finger around her underwear and into her eager pussy. Elizabeth, meanwhile, had slipped the top of her dress over her head, exposing her breasts, allowing him easy access. While still stroking Darlene, he began kissing Liz between her breasts. Teasingly, he circled her breasts with his tongue, moving over, then under, then back again, finally finding her nipple. Only for a moment, though, as he soon moved away again, teasing her with the anticipation. The limo stopped before either girl was fully satisfied, but they didn't care. The driver came to the door, opening it to let them into the house. Embarrassed, the girls pulled away, but with a wicked smile, Mark just kept going for another moment, only removing his hand from Darlene's lap with great reluctance. The driver smiled at them all as they exited the car, herself turned on from the activities she had witnessed in the back seat. She knew how lucky these two girls were to be with her employer. Mark and the girls entered the house, and he had barely closed the door behind him when he all but attacked Darlene. Quickly, he had her stripped to her bra and panties, knowing that Gerard also made the dresses easy to remove. He would have to thank him. Elizabeth didn't need any encouragement. She shimmied out of her dress and panties while watching Mark kiss her sister passionately. Turned on, but knowing that neither of them were paying her any mind at the moment, she began stroking her pussy, moaning with pleasure. Soon, Darlene and Mark were as naked as she, Mark having long practice removing clothes in a hurry. He picked up Darlene in his strong arms, carrying her to the bedroom. Elizabeth followed, not wanting to miss any of this. "Are you ready, dear one?" Mark asked the question gently, knowing the answer. Without waiting for a response, he laid her on the bed, falling to his knees in front of it. "I have to taste you, right now. Are you as sweet as your sister?" The last was asked half to himself—He already knew the answer. He had tasted her on Elizabeth's tongue earlier, and knew that she had a stronger, muskier scent. The smell of arousal was in the air, and with no hesitation, he buried his face between her legs, inhaling deeply. Soon, he was licking at her pussy, his dexterous tongue darting skillfully between the folds. He soon had her writhing in ecstasy as her passion overwhelmed her. Moving away, he watched her face as she subsided from her orgasm. Elizabeth, sitting on the other side of the bed, her fingers buried in her pussy, also brought herself off at that moment. The looks of ecstasy on the faces of these two women he had loved all their lives made it impossible for him to wait any longer. Before she had completely recovered, Darlene felt a nudging at her warm opening. The anticipation, the waiting, would soon be over. Elizabeth looked on as Mark's hard cock entered her sister for the first time, ever so slowly. She smiled at the memory of this afternoon (had been so recently? It seemed a lifetime ago, as though her life had begun with that moment.) Though he dragged the moment on as long as possible, he soon met the resistance of her hymen. With one deep thrust, he broke through, and buried himself deeply into her. In and out he pumped, changing the rhythm and the pressure, bringing her repeatedly back to the brink of ecstasy, and then pulling her ever so slightly back from the edge. He wanted her to beg for the release, he wanted her to feel the most pleasure he could give her. "Please, Mark, please! Don't stop! I want you inside me forever!" Darlene began babbling, begging for Mark to keep going. Finally, he could wait no longer, and began thrusting in and out more rapidly, hitting her clit with every stroke. He knew she was close, and, as if to confirm that impression, she soon began writhing, her body wracked with pleasure. She had never before felt so released, and this orgasm lasted longer than any she had previously had. The sight and feel of her coming had an immediate effect on Mark. He was soon in the throes of his own orgasmic rush, releasing his seed into her. A Date with Destiny After their shudders subsided, he stayed in her as long as possible. Soon, however, she could hold him inside no longer, and he rolled over onto his back beside her. She laid her head on his chest, and Elizabeth crawled over to lay on his other side. With satisfaction, Liz watched as the two people she loved most in the world drifted off to sleep.