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Best-Case Scenario

By: Xenolan



The following is a work of fiction – for now. It describes a fantasy I fully intend to make as real as possible. Those who have advice regarding the scenario I spin below are welcome to contact me, I am pleased to hear from you!

Here in Houston, they have what are euphemistically referred to as "Private Modeling Studios" or "One-on-One Lingerie Shows". Of course, what it's really all about is thirty minutes to an hour with a stripper in a little room without distractions, and the line between stripper and whore gets pretty blurry in there. The base price for a half hour is $100, with some places charging as much as $200 and others leaving it open insofar as what you tip. Some places offer a two-girl show, at twice the price of course. Don't ask me about the details, though, because I don't have them - I've never been a customer to such a place.

That, however, is going to change. For the past few months I've been socking a bit of cash here and there away from my wife's prying eyes, and now I'm just waiting for my opportunity to have her busy and out of the house for an evening so I can sneak away and satisfy my curiosity. See, I love to watch two women make out. I've always imagined how great it would be to be part of a threesome with two hot ladies, and I've long since accepted that the opportunity to try it isn't going to ever drop in my lap - especially since my wife is definitely not open to the idea (this is real life, after all). So, I decided long ago that if I were ever to be able to actually experience my fantasies, I'd have to pay for it.

Perhaps I'm a cad and a jerk for doing such a thing as a married man, but the sad fact is that my wife is utterly dull in bed, when she's up for sex at all. Once a month would be better than what I'm getting, and when she moves I wonder if there's something wrong. Her sole turn-on is for me to whisper how much I love her and what she means to me - which I don't have a problem with, but why the hell does sex ALWAYS have to be about our undying devotion to each other? I like for sex to be deep and emotional, sure, but I also like it to be playful and raunchy sometimes. My wife, though I love her dearly, is a lousy fuck. She shows next to no enthusiasm, can't stand to be French kissed, hates having her nipples sucked, is disgusted by oral sex, refuses to wear sexy lingerie, won't shave, won't role-play, won't get on top... it's literally gotten to the point where jerking off is preferable, and I have a fairly hyperactive libido which needs satisfying three or four times a week. So in the end, I really don't feel too bad about going out just one time and getting a pro to do what she won't. Frankly, she should probably consider herself lucky that I don't have affairs at the office.

Anyway, enough about my problems. As of now, I have the necessary $200 which my wife knows nothing about in my wallet, I've selected a place to go, and I've even created a 30-minute CD of sexy music to play during my session, so I can play it again later and enjoy the memory. I'd give the name of the studio, but the fact is that what I'm hoping to enjoy is illegal in Houston and I don't want to cause trouble, so let's just call it "Trixie's". Trixie's is the kind of place that offers a flat $100 per girl per half-hour rate, which is good for someone like me who doesn't want to think about money while the show's going on; I'd rather pay and enjoy. They offer two-girl shows, so that's covered. I have no idea how attractive the women are and one cannot necessarily trust the advertising, so we'll just have to hope for the best on that one. Still, I would imagine they have pictures at the place itself, so I won't be going in blind - if the girls aren't hot enough, I'll just walk.

The reader might wonder at this point, "Why are you writing this now? Why not write it after the fact and tell us what happened?" Well, there are four reasons. One is that I feel like spinning a fantasy right now and this seems as good a plot as any. Two, I may not ever really get the chance to follow through, or I may chicken out, and then it would never get written. Three, the reality probably won't live up to the fantasy, and if I'm going to tell a story it might as well be a good one, not a disappointing one. Four, I can always follow this up with a "sequel" that tells what really happened.

And so, I begin the fantasy! Imagine a summer evening in Houston... my wife has been invited on a "girls' night out" and will be out and about from about 6:00 to 1:00. As usual, I haven't had sex for three weeks, and the last time we did was pretty lackluster. The stage is set!

* * * * *

"Don't wait up for me, okay sweetheart? I'll be out with the girls pretty late!"

"No problem," I said to my wife. "Actually, I'll probably go use the pool. It's warm tonight."

"Sounds like a plan. Oh, and I might not answer if you call, we could go to a movie."

"That's all right, I can't think of any reason why I'd need to call. Have fun!"

"You too!" She kissed me and headed out the door. I waited until I heard her car drive away before I moved, my heart pounding in anticipation of what was in store for my evening.

First, I jumped in the shower and scrubbed myself first-date clean, noting that I hadn't felt this kind of anticipation since I was going on my first date. I shaved my face baby's-bottom smooth, and while I was at it I carefully shaved the hair from my testicles as well. It might seem strange, but I've found that my sensitivity is increased tenfold when my happysacks are naked, and I wanted to enjoy the experience to the full.

Fresh from the shower, I applied a good measure of anti-perspirant and a little "invention" of my own: a couple squirts of Drakkar mixed with scent-free lotion. This goes on the face and hands, and on special occasions on the chest as well. I tried it a while back before a session with my wife, and she actually seemed to enjoy the sex for once, so there had to be some value in it.

Clothes weren't entirely important, but I wanted to look sharp, so I chose an all-black outfit with good shoes and a sport coat. A couple of Altoids for breath, a quick comb through the hair, and I was ready for what lay ahead.

The drive to Trixie's took a good half hour, and it was difficult to keep my mind on the road. I kept wondering what it would really be like to watch two women make out right in front of me, and whether the rumors I had heard were true - that the rule about no touching was worth only the paper it was printed on, and that they really might turn their attentions to me if I asked. I'd be satisfied with the show by itself if that were all there was, but of course I wanted more!

I arrived at Trixie's just as the last glow of sunlight faded in the sky, parked my car in back, and made sure I had what I needed. The only things I intended to bring in were the money to pay for the night's services, my driver's license to prove my age if it were necessary, and the CD I'd mixed for the occasion. My credit cards and everything else in my wallet was securely locked in the glove box, and I locked the car up tight as well.

The building had boarded windows and little indication of what went on inside; those who wanted to go in knew what and where it was, those who didn't were better off ignoring it. A simple pink neon sign over the door said, "Trixie's Studio" and a smaller sign to the left said, "Open". That was all. I felt the butterflies rising and popped another Altoid to calm my stomach. I wished I had a stiff drink.

I opened the door and entered a lobby lit mostly with blacklights and lava lamps. The sofas were large and upholstered with velvet. On the tables in front of them were magazines with advertisements for adult services and video stores, and around the walls were 8x10 images of hot women in a variety of sexy poses. A beaded curtain on one wall was parted to reveal a window, and at that window stood a hot-looking young blonde woman.

She was probably about twenty years old, and dressed in a bikini top that left almost nothing to the imagination, not that one could have imagined much better than what she had. Her breasts were round and full, the nipples poking out slightly through the fabric. She smiled at me as I came in, tossing her hair back and wiggling her shoulders slightly to shake her tits a bit.

"Hi sweetie," she said brightly. "Are you looking for some fun tonight?"

"You know it," I replied. "But, I've never been to a place like this. I hope you can give me some idea of what to expect."

"Sure!" she said. "We love to have new customers. We offer a private modeling session at a flat rate of $100 per half-hour, and there's a twenty-dollar cover charge. Our girls are very open-minded and uninhibited, and we really want to show you a good time."

"Can I have a two-girl show?" I asked, trying not to stutter the words.

"Absolutely! Most of our girls are really excited about doing a double. Now, what do you find attractive in a woman?"

"There's a lot of things I like. You don't happen to have a photo album or something, do you?"

"You can look at the pictures on the walls," she said, pointing around the edges of the window. As she leaned out, she gave me a first-class view of some nice, deep cleavage. "The girls on this wall are here tonight, and some of them are ready to go right away; others you'll need to wait for, but they're all worth it! As it happens, everyone working tonight is open to the idea of a two-girl show, but of course not all of them have experience with each other."

Just the thought of any of the two girls on the wall making out with each other was mind-boggling. They all looked hot to me, with fine bodies and sexy attitudes. I knew this would be a tough choice. "Can I have a moment to think it over?" I asked.

"Sure, sweetie! Take as much time as you want. We'll still be here. Oh, and just so you know, I'm Jenny, I'm available tonight, and I'm feeling very frisky." She winked at me and gently stroked her fingertips across her breast, then left the window.

I had a dozen pictures to choose from, twelve beautiful girls who wanted to get naked for me. Sure, they only wanted to because I was paying them, but it had been so long since I had felt wanted at all that even that was enticing. Four of them were smouldering Latino women (unsurprising in Houston) and two were lovely Asian girls, a look that had always appealed to me. There was a picture of the pretty blonde in the window dressed as a cheerleader, and three other blonde girls - four if one counted one of the Asian women who had lightened her hair. There was a redhead with freckles in a schoolgirl outfit, a black woman with big, round silicone tits, and a brunette flexing a bicep at least twice the size of mine. So much to choose from!

Then I saw the one I wanted. I hadn't noticed it at first due to the glare of one of the lights, but she was definitely my lady for the evening. Her skin was alabaster, her hair jet black. Her clothes and makeup suggested Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. Just seeing her picture gave me a shiver; I felt a shock run through my hardened cock and knew that a dribble of pre-come had just moistened my briefs. Her name was Valerie.

I went back to the window and waited for a moment for Jenny to emerge from the curtain just beyond. When she came out, she smiled and said, "Decided already?"

"Is Valerie available?" I asked.

"Ooh, good choice," she said. "Valerie never disappoints. Do you like the Goth look? She's wearing it tonight."

"I hoped she would be."

"Great! What about your second girl?"

I thought for a moment. "You know, I'd kind of like to leave that up to her. I'd really like the girls to be comfortable with each other, I imagine I'll get a better show that way."

"Are you sure you've never done this before?" Jenny teased me. "Okay, sweetie, that'll be twenty up front. Let me have you wait here for a moment, and I'll have Valerie get ready. You might want to think about what the other girl should wear, and whether you have any requests."

I sat down to wait, and the minutes dragged. I looked over the pictures on the wall and wondered who Valerie would invite to the party. I was glad I was letting her choose; the anticipation intensified when I didn't know which of these pretty girls to expect!

After what seemed like hours but was probably only five minutes, the door next to the window opened and Jenny invited me back. I followed her down a short and narrow hallway with doors every five feet until she came to the last one and opened it.

The room beyond was about the size of a smallish bedroom. In one corner was a large recliner with a clean sheet draped over it, and the walls were draped with heavy curtains. Opposite the pillow was a raised twin-size mattress covered with a dark red velvet sheet, and this I presumed was where the girls would perform. A tall and slim cabinet on the wall was the only other furnishing in the room.

"What I'll need you to do," Jenny said, "is get into your birthday suit, and have a seat on the chair there. We can play music if you want, do you have something in mind?"

"Way ahead of you," I smiled, pulling the disc I had made out of my pocket.

"Great!" Jenny said, giggling at the picture I had made for the cover (a close up of two women kissing). "You've been planning this for a while, haven't you, naughty boy?" she asked with a wink.

"Since I was sixteen," I said truthfully.

"Well, we'll just have to give you an extra-good show then, won't we?" Jenny said.

She was back out the door before I realized she had said, "We." Apparently, Jenny was to be Valerie's partner for the evening! I couldn't say I was disappointed. I took off my clothes and hung them on a pair of hangers thoughtfully attached to the back of the door, and then sat down with my money in my fist to wait. I felt rather exposed and was grateful for the dark room and for the sheet over the chair, obviously to make sure I didn't have to sit in whatever the last client had left. I found myself literally shaking with anticipation, and my hard-on had dropped straight down out of sheer nervous tension.

When the door opened again, it was Jenny by herself. She smiled to see that I had undressed, and I suddenly understood the point of that - it was to make sure I wasn't a cop or something. "So sweetie," she said with a smile, "have you thought of any special requests? What do you like?"

This was it. I took a deep breath. "Well, I like to see two girls make out," I said, marveling at how steady I kept my voice. "I like to see them kiss deeply and with tongue, and I like to see lots of tit-play. I also like oral sex, but not too much; what I really prefer is the foreplay. I don't like toys or anal. I like bright red lips and I like dirty talk."

"I think we can accommodate you," she said. "What would you have me wear?"

I thought about Valerie in her hot black vinyl, and said, "White lace. A wedding dress, if you have one."

Jenny smiled. "Sure, sweetie. It's customary to give us our tip at this point."

I handed over ten twenties, and Jenny took them with a smile. I was glad to get that out of the way with so little fuss.

"Just stay comfortable, honey, and we'll be right here," she said.

"Oh, one more thing," I said as she was about to leave. "Can you come in by yourself for the first two minutes, and then Valerie should come in as if by accident? I'd kind of like to imagine that it was going to be just a one-on-one show, but then things turn out differently."

"That sounds fun," Jenny said with a smile. "Okay, we can do that. I'll be right back."

* * * * *

Good God, how much anticipation was a guy supposed to take? I could barely stand to sit still and wait, but at the same time I felt frozen to the chair and unable to move. If there had been a fire alarm, I probably would have sat right through it.

Suddenly I heard soft music through the speakers. It was the first track on my disc, Madonna's "Erotica". I swallowed with a dry mouth and nearly jumped through the ceiling as the door clicked open.

Jenny came in, and she looked like something out of my fantasies. The dress she wore came off both shoulders and burst out over her large breasts, descending in white frills and lace to the floor. Her lips, as requested, had been painted vivid red, and her hair came down over one shoulder. On her head was a crystal tiara. She spun around in front of me once, letting the dress flare outward and revealing legs in white fishnet stockings and a pair of white spike heels. With a mischievous grin, she leaned forward and placed both hands firmly on my shoulders, pushing her cleavage into my face. Then, much to my surprise, she slid down and began kissing my lips. I had thought that such a thing was off-limits to pros, but that shows what you learn from watching Pretty Woman.

"Am I hot enough for you?" she asked me in a husky whisper. "Just relax and enjoy, sweetie. I want to show you my body."

Jenny stood up and spun around again, but this time the dress whipped off her body almost completely, revealing a much shorter lacy skirt that didn't even cover her nice, firm ass. I could see that she was wearing a white lace thong and that she was either shaved or close to it. My cock came up to attention once again.

She looked down at my rising manhood hungrily. "Mmm, you are getting hot, aren't you," she said. "And so big, too! I'll bet it would hurt so good to fuck you, lover..."

Honestly, I had no idea whether I was big or small in comparison to other men, but who cared? I was living the fantasy, and if she wanted to make like I was John Dillinger then so be it.

Jenny danced and gyrated to the music for a moment, rubbing her breasts through her dress and slowly beginning to tease them out. Just as her nipples peeked over the top, there was a knock at the door, and it opened.

"Hello?" came a voice from the entrance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Believe it or not, I had just about forgotten that there was going to be another hostess! Jenny raised a hand to her mouth and made a show of being surprised when Valerie stepped in, her black vinyl and hair shining in the light. Her lips were blood red, her eyes darkened and her skin nearly white, her large breasts lifted together inside a skintight black top that split all the way to her waist. Her nails were black, and her legs in black fishnets and heels that matched Jenny's except for color. She also looked surprised, and giggled slightly when she saw us.

"Oops," she said lightly. "I must be in the wrong room. So sorry!"

"It's okay," Jenny said, looking Valerie over. "We really don't mind, do we sweetie?"

I shook my head. My heart pounded in my throat too loudly for me to speak.

"Maybe I should stay for a while, then?" Valerie suggested as she came inside and let the door close behind her. She circled around Jenny's body, looking the blonde girl over as if to see if she was worthy of her time.

"I'm sure you'd be welcome," Jenny said as she closed her eyes and leaned her head in to suggest a kiss.

Valerie stepped in close and pulled Jenny to her by the hips as their mouths touched, tongues reaching through lips to stroke each other wetly. I had seen two women passionately kiss only once before in real life, at a strip club in Vegas, and there had been plexiglas between us. This was right in front of me, and these two ladies went at it with far more enthusiasm than I'd seen before. Already Jenny was moaning softly with heat and desire, and I heard her gasp when Valerie's hands squeezed her bottom.

The Goth princess turned to me and smiled. "You like to watch us, don't you?" she said. "Well, we're just getting started. Jenny and I just love to fuck each other, don't we, Jenny?"


Best-Case Scenario Ch. 02



The following is a work of fiction – for now. It describes a fantasy I fully intend to make as real as possible. Those who have advice regarding the scenario I spin below are welcome to contact me, I am pleased to hear from you!

Although this story is titled as part 2, it is not necessary to read part 1 before enjoying this one.

A while ago I spun a little fantasy about what might happen if I followed through on a half-baked plan to go to a private modeling studio and get a two-girl show. Of course, since it was just a fantasy, I indulged myself and came up with an unlikely scenario that essentially turned a lesbian show into a three-way fuck. The idea that the fantasy was actually achievable is quite a turn on for me, and I hope for my readers! Therefore, I've decided to spin another tale, another potentially real-life situation.

Just to give some background to those who missed my first tale, I'm a guy with an obsession with lesbian sex and a frigid wife. Not that I expect my wife to invite another woman into our bed, I'd just like her to enjoy plain old recreational sex. We get frisky every month or so, and she pretty much just lies there, won't try anything the least bit exotic, and doesn't seem to have a single erogenous zone on her entire body. For someone like me, who still has an eighteen-year-old libedo in a thirty-year-old shell, that's just not good enough! So, I spend a lot of time on the internet jerking off, and lately I've become more and more interested in the idea of going out and getting from a pro what my wife won't give me.

One way I could achieve this, it occurs to me, is to go on a business trip somewhere where prostitution is legal. The company I work for has offices in Florida, Vegas, and New Orleans, and while I'm not completely sure of the legality of whoring in such places, I know that it is definitely available. So, dear readers, indulge me if you will in another fantasy episode, one where I find myself with an overnight layover in Las Vegas...

* * * * *

"So there's no flights out to Houston until morning, what with all the rain. I'm stuck here for the night."

"Oh, poor you," my wife said half-mockingly over the phone. "Trapped in Las Vegas all by yourself. Whatever will you do?"

Nothing you'll ever find out about, I thought to myself. "Well, I might go drop twenty or forty bucks on a blackjack table, but I'm actually pretty tired. I'll probably be in bed before eleven."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow then. Love you!"

"I love you too," I said truthfully. (As a side note, I do love my wife dearly. Except for the sex thing, she's everything I could ever want in a woman. But don't be too quick to condemn me as a jerk and a cad until you've been as frustrated as I, having tried for five years to spice up the sex life and had it all go to nothing.)

I hung up the phone. Unfortunately, I didn't really have much in the way of spending cash - I hadn't come to Vegas expecting to stay more than an hour between flights. The forty I intended to gamble could have bought me a cover charge and a lapdance, but that was about it, and that just wouldn't be good enough. I couldn't use a credit card - my wife does the finances. So, the only hope I had of turning my layover into a lay was to get lucky at the tables.

To make a long story short, I left the blackjack table with a little over $800 in my pocket. Luck had indeed smiled on me!

Anyone who's been to Vegas knows that it's easy to find adult entertainment; you just walk down the strip and collect flyers that people pass out on the street corners. By the time I'd strolled from the Excalibur to the Stratosphere, I had an impressive stack. I took the monorail back to my hotel and started flipping through them, looking for something that sounded fun. I also wanted to make sure I didn't get hit with a scam, and this is where my experience surfing the net for porn came in handy - many of the ads had pictures I recognized as being professional porn stars, not escorts, so I dismissed them out of hand (if they were dishonest about their pictures, who knew what else they lied about?). I avoided the ones that were way too expensive, as I wanted to make sure I had some money to tip for extra services. I thought long and hard (pun intended) about hiring two girls, but there would be an occasion for that later and I thought it best to proceed a step at a time.

I eventually found what I was looking for, an "escort service" that charged $300 for a two-hour session. I figured that that would leave me with plenty left over for a tip and some extra cash to bring home. They also had a website, which I accessed with my laptop and found some pictures of the girls that looked realistic enough that I felt I wouldn't get scammed. It sounded like I'd found my entertainment for the evening! The thrill of excitement and anticipation made my heart pound as I dialed the number from my bed.

I got a recording. "Good evening, and thank you for calling Diana's Vegas Escorts. In a moment, you will be connected to one of our operators. Please note that you must be eighteen years of age to use our services, and that all information is held in the strictest confidence. Stay on the line... we'll be with you shortly."

The voice was breathy and sensuous, enough to let me know that I had found a genuine "full service" escort agency and not one that actually provided a professional no-funny-business date for the evening. I waited with my mouth growing dry and my cock twisting in my pants.

"Hello, Diane's Vegas Escorts. This is Veronica, may I help you?"

I tried to swallow, but there was nothing there. "Hi, I'd like to request an escort for the evening, please."

"Certainly. May I have your credit card information for age verification and to hold your appointment?"

I had expected this, but it made me nervous - the wife might see the records. "Is the billing discreet?" I asked.

"Of course, all billing is done under the name of DVS Services and looks exactly like an ATM charge. We will run your card for the amount of twenty-one dollars so that it appears you simply withdrew that from your account in cash, and you may deduct the twenty from the service charge if you wish."

I knew I might be scammed, but I decided to take the risk, and gave my card number. I was already spinning a story in my head for how I'd explain it to the wife (Honey, look, I won at the tables, but then I locked up the cash in my room safe and totally forgot to keep a twenty in my pocket for dinner, so I had to use the ATM!).

"Thank you, sir. Now, what can we do for you? Did you have a preference for what sort of woman we should send?

I took a deep breath. I had done some research before jumping into this, and had learned a little about some of the dos and don'ts. One thing I knew not to do was to make any mention of sex - that would get me hung up on quickly. I assumed that they would also be put off by such euphemisms as "Full Service" or even "uninhibited". One of the reasons I was asking for only one woman was that I really had no idea of how to get across the idea that I wanted a lesbian show without coming out and saying it.

I had decided in advance that I would be honest about my "virginity" and trust that they'd be more interested in treating a potential repeat customer than they would be in scamming a newbie. "I've never hired an escort before," I said. "So I'd like somebody who's accustomed to dealing with new customers, you know, someone who can help me stay comfortable and relaxed, with an open personality."

"That's great! We're certainly pleased that you chose to use our services tonight, with so many to pick from. Are there any specific physical attributes that you would prefer?"

I felt strange, as if I were ordering from a catalog or something, but it was also rather exciting. "I prefer women with large breasts," I said, "and a narrow waist and long legs appeal to me as well. I'd also like to have some idea of how to make her evening as pleasant as possible, so once you have someone for me, I'd like to know what her favorite flowers are, if she has a favorite wine, that sort of thing."

"That's very thoughtful of you, I know your escort will be pleased. What time should she arrive?"

It was a little after eight by my watch. "Would a two-hour appointment from ten o'clock to midnight be doable?"

"Absolutely. It looks like Desiree is available tonight, I think she would be perfect for you. Can you leave a number she can reach you at?"

"She'll call me, then?" I hadn't expected that.

"We just set the appointments. It's up to our individual escorts to call you and arrange the details. Of course, if you don't receive a call within the next half hour, you can call us back and we'll make new arrangements. But Desiree always calls, don't worry!"

"Can you tell me about her preferences, you know, for wine and flowers?"

"Of course, I'm sorry. Desiree prefers red roses and champagne, and she likes romantic saxophone music."

I hadn't thought of the music. Fortunately, I had my laptop with its mp3 collection, and I knew I could put together something. "Well, I guess we're all set then," I said. I gave the hotel room number.

"Thank you for calling Diana's Vegas Escorts. Enjoy your evening!"

* * * * *

I deliberately chose not to look up Desiree's pictures on the escort agency's website, preferring to be surprised. Waiting for her call taxed my nerves fairly severely. I sat and figeted, unable to pass the time by watching TV, unable to do much at all in fact except sit and let my legs shake themselves off.

When the phone did ring five years later (minutes, years, whatever) I just about jumped through the ceiling. I swallowed hard, picked it up, and said, "Hello?"

"Hi, this is Desiree," said the pleasant voice at the other end. "Is _______ there?"

"This is he," I said as calmly as possible.

"I'm calling because you made an appointment with Diane's Vegas Escorts, is that correct?"

"Yes," I replied. "I've been waiting for your call."

"Well, wait no longer," she said coyly. "I understand this is your first time hiring an escort, is that correct?"

"Yes."

"Well, we're going to have a great time tonight. Just so we have all the business taken care of, I charge $300 for two hours of my time, and tips are welcome at your discretion. Is that acceptable to you?"

"Definitely."

"Great! Did you have any special plans?"

I had hoped to fuck your pussy deep and hard, I thought to myself. "I really just wanted some companionship tonight. I'm on a business trip and feeling a little lonely. A couple of hours in the company of a charming woman seemed like an excellent way to spend the evening."

"Sounds lovely," she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. "I can be there at ten o'clock. I'm really looking forward to meeting you!"

"The feeling is mutual," I said, and hung up. I had an hour and a half to get ready.

* * * * *

By quarter to ten, I had everything set. A bottle of bubbly chilled in an elegant ice bucket on a stand, provided by the hotel. Two crystal flutes stood nearby. A vase with a dozen red roses stood between them, and I had placed an additional flower on the pillow of the nearby bed, hoping that the subtle statement would make clear what my intentions were for the evening. I had neglected to ask about scented candles, but I figured that candlelight would be welcome so I lit a dozen of them around the room. I was dressed all in black, freshly showered and shaved, spritzed with Drakkar and ready for action. My research had told me that escorts expect their customers to be clean and to do a little preparation - not that I wouldn't have showered anyway, but I was grateful that I had done the preliminary work so that I had some idea of what was expected of me, what to say, and what not to say.

I forced myself to relax, tossed down a shot of peppermint schnapps to calm my nerves and sweeten my breath at the same time, and waited.

At about five minutes after ten, I began to get somewhat nervous. Just as I was making up my mind to give her until 10:15 to show up before I called the agency, I heard a knock at the door. This was it!

I checked myself one last time in the mirror, feeling as nervous as a teenager on his junior prom night, and opened the door with a trembling hand.

There she was.

Her appearance surprised me; for some reason, I had been expecting a Caucasian woman. Desiree was black, more of a deep mocha skin tone than a dark chocolate. Her eyes were golden brown, and her lips were full and touched with dark, dark red. Her hair was straight and long with a blonde highlight running from her forehead all the way back. Her tight, wine-colored evening gown stretched tight around her sculpted body, especially over her generous round breasts which stood well out from her slim figure. In her five-inch heels, she stood with her eyes just about level with my chin (I'm a tall guy).

She was very beautiful, very sexy, and exciting.

"I think you like what you see," she said with a wry smile. I realized that I'd been staring like a schoolboy, and flushed with embarrassment.

"Forgive me, I wasn't expecting such a lovely woman," I replied in what I hoped was a suave manner.

She giggled lightly. "Aren't you the charmer?" she said.

"Please, come in," I invited.

Desiree entered the room, and it seemed to me that she deliberately gave me a fine view of her round and firm bottom. I'm not much of an ass guy, but hers was definitely a piece of work whether one is into that or not. I offered by way of gesture to take her coat (black fur) and she slid gracefully out of it, revealing smooth, dark shoulders. I hung her coat by the door and joined her by the champagne bucket.

"Someone's done their homework," she said with a smile when she saw the roses and champagne. "Very thoughtful of you. I think we're going to get along just fine."

"I certainly hope so," I said as I extracted the bottle and twisted out the cork with a gentle -pop-. She took the filled glass I offered and clinked with mine.

"What shall we drink to?" she asked.

"A most enjoyable evening," I said. "At the moment, I don't feel like thinking any further ahead than that."

"Sounds good to me," she sparkled, and sipped her champagne through luscious lips.

"I'd rather not be preoccupied with payment either," I said, "so just know that the agreed hourly fee is on the dresser, there."

She nodded briefly, and I was glad to have that out of the way. "Let's get to know each other a little, shall we?" she asked, and sat down. I took the other chair and sipped champagne. I knew that she was going to need to scope me out a bit, make sure I was on the level and that I was a customer she'd be willing to deal with; I just hoped it wouldn't take too long! "What brings you to Vegas?"

"A layover gone wrong," I answered. "I was planning on being here for an hour and got stuck overnight."

"How very fortunate," she said with a wink and a smile. "How'd you do at the slots?"

"Never touch the things. I'm a blackjack man. I did well enough, came back a little richer than when I left." I didn't want to name amounts, as I figured she might be trying to figure out how much of a tip she could work out of me.

"Oh, good for you! It's fun to win in Vegas."

"More fun than losing, definitely."

We both chuckled a bit. I knew that she was essentially paid to laugh at my wit and to pretend she was fascinated with me, but I could live with that for one evening.

"So, I understand you've never hired a professional escort before?" she asked.

"Never."

"Mm. You know, I can't help but find that a little exciting. And just so you know, you're doing great so far." She sipped her champagne and relaxed in her chair a bit. "You really know how to treat a woman right."

It was just more flattery, but my male ego couldn't help but swell a little bit. "I would imagine that a beautiful woman like yourself inspires men to be at their best."

"Thank you!" she said with a bright smile. "You're such a charmer. I think our little toast to an enjoyable evening was right on target. We're going to have an absolutely fabulous time, sugar."

Soon, I hope, I thought to myself. I didn't mind a little small talk, but that wasn't what I was paying her for.

Fortunately, Desiree seemed to come to the conclusion that I'd impressed her enough. "Tell you what, honey; I'm going to go freshen up a bit. Why don't you get nice and comfortable for me, and I'll be right back."

She stood up and sexed her way into the bathroom. I knew that "get comfortable" meant get naked; I had read that on a helpful website about escort etiquette. To protect herself from a sting operation, she had to let me be the one who initiated sex. I tossed down the rest of my champagne and stripped out of my clothes, tossing them out of sight into the closet. Since I felt terribly exposed with nothing on, I draped a pillowcase across my lap, figuring I could toss it aside quickly if need be. It pitched like a tent over my stiffening rod.

After a couple of minutes, Desiree came back out, still dressed. I wondered for a moment if I hadn't done something terribly wrong, but the look on her face instantly told me otherwise. Her smiling lips were now panting and heavy, her eyes smouldering, her hands stroking her own body through her dress. Her eyes dropped to the pillowcase on my lap, and she raised an eyebrow at me and walked around to the back of the chair.

I got the hint. The pillowcase was tossed aside.

I felt cool, delicate hands on my bare shoulders, and a warm breath in my ear as Desiree slid around in front of me and knelt with her knees on either side of my chair, straddling my lap. "What gets you hot?" she asked in a voice an octave lower than her conversational tone.

"At the moment, you do," I replied, too nervous to say what I really meant.

"Do you like my body?"

"Very much."

"Go on, then..." She thrust her breasts toward me in a clear invitation.

I reached up and laid a hand on each of her luscious mounds, and felt a certain tension break. With that touch, I had committed myself to our little escapade and made clear my intent. There would be no more dancing around the issue.

"Do you want to tell me what you like, or should I just take it from here?" she asked.

"I..." Swallowing hard, I tried to say the words that just wouldn't come. "I've heard that escorts won't usually do this, but I really like deep tongue kissing, and you have the most incredible lips..."

"Most won't," she agreed. "But... I do."

Her last words were whispered half an inch away from my own lips, and I eagerly met her mouth and felt her probing tongue a moment later. I had never kissed a black girl before, and her full and luscious lips were like nothing I'd ever felt. Her tongue swam deliciously around in my mouth, thrusting deeply in a way that drove me nearly wild. My wife would never kiss this way, and the few times I had felt such a deep kiss had fired me up so much I could barely hold my load. Desiree topped them all.

After what seemed like an eternity and a heartbeat at the same time, she disengaged from me and stood up, turning her back. "I need some help with my zipper," she whispered.

I stood up behind her and pulled her zipper down as slowly as I could stand, not wanting to break the tensely erotic mood she had created. Over her shoulder, I could see the dress slowly slide down in the front, revealing more and more of her fabulous globes. I had known from the first touch that they were "enhanced", but the sheer size of them turned me on no matter that they were mostly fake. The zipper went all the way down to her ass, and when I was finished she leaned slightly forward to let her dress simply fall off her body.




Best-Case Scenario Ch. 02



Her breasts were as beautiful as I'd imagined.

From over her shoulder, I could see that they were the same rich brown as the rest of her, without a hint of tanline - something I usually found exciting on a white girl, but Desiree's smooth and unbroken skin tone was even more beautiful and invited touching. From where I was I could only see the tops of her nipples, but they were very large and wide, darker than the rest of her breasts and hardening into little cherry stones as I watched. I wanted very much to touch them, and Desiree was way ahead of me, taking my hands and laying them one on each firm tit, urging me with her own hands to rub in circles and massage her delicious flesh.

"Mmm, that feels nice," she said in husky tones, leaning her head back into me. Her beautiful lips tempted me again and so I kissed them, reveling in the sensation of a woman who didn't pull away from my tongue but rather welcomed the embrace and returned it with fervor.

She turned around in my arms without breaking the lip contact and soon I felt her breasts pressing into me, warm and firm against my chest. Her dress dropped to the floor.

"We've got lots of time, sugar," she whispered to me without quite breaking contact with her lips. "Why don't you let me dance for you? I know you want to see my body move..."

She was right, I did want to see her. And I loved the way she wanted to show herself off. My wife is beautiful, but like so many women she doesn't know it and hides herself by turning off the lights or pulling up the sheets on the few occasions we make love. I liked the idea of a woman who wasn't afraid to show off her body and use it to turn me on. If only wives knew what whores knew...

Desiree pushed me gently backward into the recliner, kissed me one more time, and then backed away to let me see all of her for the first time in full-frontal glory. I saw for the first time that she was dressed in a corset, dark red with gold lace, which fully exposed her breasts but covered her waist and plunged down between her legs. She also wore fishnet stockings in the same red, matching red heels, and a gold anklet. Her breasts, now facing me head-on, were round and full and glorious, with nipples even bigger and wider than I'd thought; at least three inches across and deep brown to contrast against her skin. She licked her lips and began swaying expertly to the heavy sax music, feeling up her tits and lifting them to lick her own nipples. Suddenly I imagined what it might have been like to have another woman there licking them for her, and I decided that next time I would definitely have to go with a two-girl show.

For the time being, though, Desiree was doing just fine by herself. She licked her fingers wet and used them to moisten her nipples, which she then pinched with both hands and moved her breasts in and out in slow circles. As she pulled them apart, I imagined my member sliding between them, and as she squeezed them together and moaned I thought of how I could squeeze them for her and try to get both nipples in my mouth at the same time.

She approached me with her tits cupped in her hands. "Suck them," she whispered. "Come on, you know you want to."

I did want to! I started on the left, and tasted her saliva along with a sweet nipple and a hint of honey. Had she glazed her tits just a bit? If so, I loved it, and with the abandon of a man starved for lusty sex licked all over her nipple as if I couldn't get enough.

"Damn, you love that, don't you?" Desiree asked me. "Go on and try the other one, sugar. I want you to lick my titties real good..."

I loved the way she responded to me, letting me indulge myself in her. My wife often made me feel self-conscious, unable to comprehend why I wanted to lick her body or even giggling when I moaned in excitement. Desiree took it all in stride and invited more, and I didn't care that she was just performing a paid service; she was doing it pretty fucking well!

I licked and sucked her other breast all over, put my face between them to taste the faint salty sweat of her cleavage, and while I was at it rubbed my hands up and down her smooth and silky thighs. For the first time she dipped her hips down low enough to brush the tip of my straining cock, and the slight touch almost made me lose my load.

Desiree began to slide down my body, and when her lips were level with mine she let me taste them again, this time licking her tongue around my lips and letting the contact be fleeting and light. I enjoyed it as much as a full-on kiss, and lay back to let her do as she wanted without pressing for more.

"Tell me something else you like," she whispered. "I want to make it good for you."

"You're doing great," I mumbled.

"I can tell you like my tits," she said. "You want to put that big cock between them don't you?"

"Uh-huh..."

She slid down between my legs, delicate fingers touching and stroking my raging hard on. She looked at it as if fascinated, checking me out the way I'd checked her out. I found that I liked it, especially since she seemed to get really turned on just by the sight of me. I was past caring how genuine her reactions were.

"Come on, you shy stallion," she said with a smile in my direction. "I know you can do better than that. Tell me like you mean it!"

"Let me fuck your tits, Desiree!"

"Yeah, fuck them for me..." Desiree wrapped her huge titties around my throbbing member, sliding up and down until her cleavage was slick with pre-come. The look on her face was like a shameless woman in full heat, and she moaned like a pornstar while I thrust between her mounds. She seemed to know just when to slow down and make me wait, and then started again to build me up higher.

"I'm going to come if you keep doing that," I warned her through clenched teeth.

"Do you want to come now?"

"Yeah..."

"Shoot your load on me, baby," she hissed. "Come on, fuck my titties good and hard!"

I tensed, and white cream spurt between her breasts and onto her neck. She moaned lustfully and let me come on her body, stroking me until I was finished, until she finally stood up and began rubbing my cream all over her own tits.

"That was good, honey," she said with a smile. "But I hope you don't think we're done yet. Desiree's got more for you."

* * * * *

After a few minutes in the bathroom, Desiree came back out. She had removed her corset and now wore nothing but a navel ring and heels. I had moved to the bed at her suggestion, and she joined me there, lying on her side next to me and playing her fingertips across my chest.

"I could tell you needed that bad," she said with a smile. "And a knew a strong, young dude like you would have another shot in him. So I wanted to get you off right away, let you relax a bit and enjoy the evening. 'Cause if you want more, sugar, I got more for you!"

"I think I can be ready for another go in a few minutes," I said. She was right - I had been awfully tense, and a good release was exactly what was needed. And with a sexy woman like Desiree, I knew I would be good for another round or two.

"So, what do you think so far?" she asked playfully. "Am I being good to you?"

"Very good," I replied.

"That's what I like to hear," she said.

We had a little small talk for a bit; she asked me about myself, my work, and so on. Then she asked me whether I was married.

"Yes, actually I am," I replied.

"She must be a lucky lady, having a man like you in her bed almost every night."

"She doesn't take advantage of that as much as I'd like. Actually, we don't have much of a sex life."

"Damn, how does she keep her hands off you?" Desiree gave my half-hard cock a gentle stroke and squeeze to make her point. "If you were my man, I'd want you every night and twice on Sunday."

"She just doesn't have much of a sex drive, I guess. And when we do it, she's not that into it."

"Mmm, you just bring that lady of yours to me, sugar. I'll show her how to make you hot."

I wished that were possible. The thought of Desiree and my wife together gave me a shiver, even though I it could never happen, and I felt my cock rise in Desiree's hand.

"Wow, baby, you're getting hot again already! You like thinking about me and your wife, don't you? You know, sometimes a woman just needs some time with another woman to get her motor runnin'... maybe you could let me and her put on a little show for you sometime. Wouldn't you like to see me sucking her titties, kissing her sweet lips, licking her hot pussy..."

The image in my head got me harder, but I knew it was impossible. "She doesn't even like oral," I said sadly. "I don't know, maybe I'm doing it wrong."

"Want me to show you how, sugar?"

Without waiting for a response, Desiree rolled over me, pressing her breasts into me for just a moment, and then sat herself up on the other side of the bed with her legs spread wide. 

"Come on, let me show you something you can take home to your lover. Now I want you to lie down there between my legs and get a real good look."

I did as she told, and found myself with my face inches away from her pussy. She was shaved, which was a real turn-on for me, and it allowed me to see everything (my wife doesn't even trim). She reached down with both hands and spread the outer lips apart.

"You need to know about a woman if you're going to be the best lover you can, sugar. You got what it takes as a man, no doubt, but I can show you how to use it and drive your lady wild. See, these are the inner labia, they like to be liked with nice, slow strokes... the other lips like sucking, but not too hard. Everything needs to be real gentle. Go on, touch me here... see what it feels like."

I touched gently where she indicated, right along her inner pussy lips, and she sighed softly.

"That's real nice, you're doing fine. But you need to have your fingers nice and wet. You can suck on 'em or just dip into some of my love honey. Not too deep now... I'm ready to fuck you good right now, but your lady sounds like she needs to be brought up slow. That's it, just go into me a little, get your fingers nice and wet... Mm, that's much better.

"Now, right up here's my clit, and you need to be real tender there. Just give it a little tickle with your tongue there, honey... nice and wet now... yeah, that's right, just a little tickle, a little faster... damn, honey, you're makin' me wet..."

I followed her guidance and licked her clitoris with light but constant strokes, and at her suggestion I put my hands around her thighs and held apart her pussy lips just as she had been doing.

"Look up at me... that's right, look how hot you're getting me, you need to watch your lady so you see what she likes. Try something a little different, like moving your tongue in circles instead - yeah, that's right. Every woman likes it a little different, so you need to find out what your lady likes best... fuck yeah, you're gonna make me come... lick a little harder now... give it a little suck, that's right, you're doing so good... oh fuck, I'm gonna come now, don't stop, keep licking me while I'm coming, it'll make me come harder and harder... fuck yeah! Oh FUCK, I'm coming! Lick my cunt, I'm coming hard, baby!!"

With one hand squeezing her tit and the other pulling me deeper into her, Desiree arched her back high and moaned like a cat in heat. I was sure it was just for show, but then I felt a new wetness on my lips and realized that she really was climaxing, that I had gotten her off for real! The idea that I'd been able to do that to a pro really stroked my ego, and charged my cock to full hardness as well.

"Yeah... oh yeah, baby, that's good... slow down now, nice slow and gentle licking on my pussy lips, that's right... oh, you're so good, honey, you made me come real good..."

I left her pussy and crawled up to kiss her panting lips, and she slid her tongue into my mouth to taste her own juices. With her legs still spread around me, my hard cock came up between them and brushed her wet pussy.

"Oh yeah, you're gonna fuck me all right," she whispered, "but not yet, baby. I want to get you ready to explode before you put that big cock in me."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Only what you did to me," she replied, giving me another taste of her warm, full lips. "You really like my lips, I know you do... but I haven't shown you half of what these lips can do."

I knew where she was heading as she started to make her way down my body, kissing here and there as she went, letting her breasts slide down past my cock and finally stopping between my legs. She pursed her lips and kissed me tenderly right on the head of my member, then dropped her head down and licked up the shaft, again and again, as if it were a lollypop. Then, finally, she lowered her mouth over then end and pulled me inside the warm wetness, taking me almost to the back of her throat in one long, slow thrust. Her head began to bob up and down in my lap as her wonderful lips and tongue worked their magic on me, and when I looked down at her, lusty and hungry eyes gazed back.

If I hadn't already come once, she would have had me shooting down her throat within seconds, but as it was I was able to sit back and enjoy the sensation without having to worry about losing my load. She varied her technique, pulling off with gentle sucking over the head and running her moistened lips down the sides, her tongue up the middle, doing it all with no hands just the way I liked it best.

"You want to fuck me now?" she asked as she pulled her lips off me.

"Yes..." I replied.

"Want to fuck your cock deep into my pussy?"


"Uh-huh..."

She got up on her knees and straddled me, holding my cock in one hand and rubbing it back and forth across moist pussy lips. "That's where I want you," she whispered. "Come on, sugar, drive it into me. Fuck me good and hard!"

I lifted my hips slightly, and for just a moment she pulled away. She smiled at me then, and said, "Only teasing." Then she dropped down and let her pussy engulf my member all at once!

She tensed as I entered her, letting a moan out long and slow, pushing down with her hips until I was inside her up to the hilt. Then she began to rock up and down, her tits bouncing on her chest, her head thrown back in lusty pleasure.

"Yeah baby... fuck me... fuck my cunt... give it to me deep and hard..."

I began to sit up, wanting a mouthful of her tits. Desiree understood and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in even deeper as she did. She now sat in my lap with my cock buried in her and her tits right at mouth-level for me. I kissed her lips first, then sucked on her nipples as she continued to bounce her fine body on my cock.

"Come for me... come in my pussy, I want to feel you come one more time!"

"Put your tongue in my mouth," I said, and she did so, thrusting into me even as I did into her.

My second shot for the night creamed her pussy deep inside. She went tense as I released hot come deep inside her, sucking hard at my lips and pressing her big tits tight into my chest. For a long moment we were locked together, and then she relaxed, arching her back and leaning away from me with a long moan of pleasure. Her bountiful tits thrust into the sky, her hair thrown back and her wet lips trembling, she gave me an image to fantasize about for years to come of a hot, sexy woman overcome with lust.

She came back up for one more kiss, then lifted herself off my member at last.

"That was a really hot fuck, stallion," she said with a smile. "Too bad we're almost out of time. Are you sure I couldn't stay the night? I could make it worth your while..."

I knew her rates for the whole night, and even if I didn't have a plane to catch in the morning, I couldn't have afforded them. "Sorry, Desiree," I said with a shrug and a smile, "as much as I'd like to, it's just not in the cards."

* * * * *

She got up, cleaned up, and got dressed in the next five minutes, and had herself ready to go just as the clock ran out on two hours - the wildest two hours I'd ever had. She gave me her card on the way out, saying, "Call me next time you're in town. I can bring a friend if you want to."

I gave her the flowers, $300 for her time and $150 for her tip, which she accepted graciously. She gave me one last deep tongue kiss (on the house), and then quietly left my life.

I went to bed with her scent still lingering on me.

The next morning I caught my plane home and found the wife waiting for me at the airport. She was happy to see me, and looking forward to a nice dinner out on part of my remaining $300 (which she believed to be my entire profit from the tables). The night of our dinner, I convinced my wife to let me go down on her, and using what Desiree taught me I brought her to a thrilling orgasm. She was good enough to reward me by fucking me in my lap, the same way I'd done Desiree. The memory of that encounter heated me up far more than my wife alone had ever been able to do, and it must have been catching because she told me afterward that it was some of the best sex we'd ever had together.

I wish I could tell her my secret. For now, I'll just have to accept the irony that an occasional night with a sexy whore is the best thing for my marriage. I'm already saving up for my next business trip!



(Note - I believe in safe sex and it's an especially good idea when dealing with prostitutes, but since this is a fantasy I've taken the liberty of ignoring the rubbers. Oh, and incidentally, I did once win $800 playing blackjack in Vegas during an unanticipated overnight layover, but since I was sharing a room with a colleague the idea of hiring an escort was out of the question.)



Best-Case Scenario Ch. 03



The following is a work of fiction – for now. It describes a fantasy I fully intend to make as real as possible. Those who have advice regarding the scenario I spin below are welcome to contact me, I am pleased to hear from you!

*

It's me again, with another could-be-true scenario of sex and lust outside of my marriage, where I don't get laid nearly as much as I need and when I do it kind of sucks. A little background, for those who haven't read 1 and 2: I'm a thirty-year-old guy with an eighteen-year-old lust that never gets satisfied. I love lesbians, tit-sucking, deep tongue kissing, and role-playing, none of which describes the things my wife is into. She likes romance and deep emotional bonding, which is fine and good, but not much fun when that's what it has to be about every damn time.

Incidentally, most married men get laid more than once a month, don't they? I'd hate to think that this is really how it's supposed to be.

A moment ago, I mentioned lesbians as one of my turn-ons. For the record, this is NOT something I expect of my wife. I have never asked her to participate in a threesome or even pretend to get excited about lesbian porn for my benefit. I am not upset about the fact that she doesn't swing both ways. I'm not even sure I'd like it if she did.

But dammit, if I can't even get some reasonably enjoyable sex from her, I'm sure as hell going to indulge in my ultimate fantasies when I go seeking it elsewhere! Because that's what it's come down to. Unable to find satisfaction at home, I have turned to the age-old tradition of Adultery to fulfill my sexual needs. I'm not looking for affairs at the office or keeping mistresses; I don't need emotional fulfillment, only sexual. For my extra-marital sex, I go to professionals: strippers, escorts, and whores. I wish it were legal, so that I didn't have to be a criminal as well as an adulterer, but such is life.

(Note: I'm speaking as if I actually do this. I don't. I've never cheated on my wife beyond a lapdance with all the rules of the strip club strictly obeyed. These stories are fantasies I use to cope with the lack of sex in my life, not a description of what I really do.)

I live in Houston, where prostitution is illegal, but it's still everywhere. There are strip clubs all over the city, massage parlors at every highway interchange, and "modeling studios" next door to all the above. And, of course, there are the escorts for hire. You can find them on the internet (presumably you're on the internet right now – go see for yourself), and they come in all varieties.

I'm looking for something special: two women, busty and beautiful, willing to get down and dirty with me and each other. The keyword to search for is PSE: Porn Star Experience.

They're out there…

* * * * *

"Hey, it's no problem, hon," I said graciously. "Go ahead and indulge, and I'll see you in the morning."

"You're sure?"

My wife was on the other end of the phone. She had called me while I was engaged in a frequent habit of mine, flipping through internet websites of professional escorts and imagining what it would be like to get it on with some of those hot girls for hire. So far, I hadn't done anything but look, but I suddenly realized that might change this very night! "You don't get to cut loose that often," I said to my wife. "Have a few margaritas with friends. If Lindsey's okay with having you crash for the night, that's cool. Unless you want me to come pick you up?"

Please say no, please say no…

"No, don't even do that, it's clear across town. Besides, you know I get carsick when I drink. I'll just stay here and drive home tomorrow."

"Okay," I said, trying to sound calm and nonchalant. "I'll see you in the AM, or maybe sometime after noon if you really party."

"That second one is more likely," my wife admitted. "Cool. Don't stay up too late!"

"I'll try not to. I'll probably just surf the web for a few hours."

"Careful," she deadpanned. "Don't have too much fun."

"I'll manage. Goodnight, sweetheart."

"'Night, love!"

She hung up the phone, and I brought up the details on a link I had just found on the Houston Escort website I had been browsing. Two women looked back at me, both sexy and slutty with big racks and sweet bodies. I read the description of services carefully:

"Fulfill your fantasies with us! We're two hot, steamy girls who can give you the attention you crave. We love to have fun and we want to hear your ideas for how to do it. A true GFE/PSE experience awaits you! We're at our best with a polite, CLEAN gentleman who treats us right. The fee for our time is non-negotiable and tips will ensure that you get the very best service. Serious calls only, please. Men, women, and couples. We are available individually but we think you'll like us best together!"

The rest of the information was about their rates, contact info, and indicated that they were available for incalls or outcalls. I certainly didn't want to have them come to my house, and I preferred not to spring for a hotel room, so I was glad to see they had the incall option. The rates were a little steep – four hundred dollars for the two of them for a half hour – but I happened to have some extra dough in my hidden stash due to some fortuitous sales of stock photography over the web (my wife knew nothing about my secret second income). I decided to go ahead and blow it, and opted for the $1000 hour-and-a-half special. That would leave me with about $400 for tips, $100 for champagne and gifts, and would reserve some money in my little sex account for next time.

Of course, there was every possibility the girls were already booked. It was Friday night, after all, and I was trying to do this on very short notice. I decided that the first thing to do was to place the call and see if I could even get them; if not, then I decided I would forgo the evening. I had discovered early on in my adulterous career that it was better to spend my money on what I really wanted than to settle for something less. In other words, one half-hour threeway was better than a dozen no-touch lapdances.

I placed the call, feeling the familiar rush I always did when I initiated a new encounter. Sometimes I wonder if it wasn't that anticipation high that kept me coming back for more, and not the sexual release. It's such a gloriously ALIVE feeling, to embark on such an adventure and to do something, anything, that involved some risk and daring.

"Hello," said the recorded voice on the other end of the line. "You have reached the mailbox of Erica and Sylvia. If you would like to set up an appointment, please leave a call-back number and we will be back with you very shortly. Serious inquiries only, please."

I hadn't expected this, and found myself in a momentary quandary over whether I should leave my home number. I quickly decided that these women must have had married men for clients before and would be well aware of the need for discretion, and so I punched my number into the phone and hung up.

Then came the waiting. I timed it – it actually took seventeen minutes, but it felt like one hell of a lot longer. All I could do was pace around the living room, too nervous to sit down. I became drenched with sweat. My heart pounded. Like I said, the rush I feel in such circumstances is unreal, and it was something I wished I could get in other ways. I've tried things like bunjee jumping and rock climbing, but there's a component missing to the adrenaline high in activities like those; there's no SEX involved. The adrenaline high coupled with intense sexual tension is what gives me that rush that I crave. Again, I could probably be satisfied with my own wife if she were willing to be even a little bit adventurous in bed, but she won't. Heck, I couldn't even get her to make love on the living room sofa one afternoon when we were alone in the house; she said she felt too "exposed".

The phone rang at last. I had to stop and remind myself that it could be my mother or something, and that I must try to answer the phone in a normal voice. I let it ring twice, then grabbed it. "Hello?"

"Hi, this is Erica, returning your call," said the voice on the other end. It was even-toned, but there was a hint of sensuality to it.

"Good evening, Erica," I said, forcing myself to remain calm. "My name is Xavier, and I'm responding to the advertisement placed by you and Sylvia. I'd like to inquire about your services." (I've taken to using the name Xavier, instead of my own.)

"Well, I'm so glad you called," Erica replied, her voice still light and friendly. "When were you hoping to get together, and for how long?"

"By any chance, are you both available tonight?"

"I'll need to check with Sylvia. Please hold for a moment."

I waited, nervously twitching my foot.

"Hello, Xavier?" she said at last. "This must be your lucky night. It seems we've had a cancellation, so we can get you in. What did you have in mind?"

Their advertisement had specifically said that there was to be no explicit talking on the phone, so I refrained from saying in detail what I really wanted. "I'd like to spend about an hour and a half with you both," I said. "I would prefer to come to your location. I could be there at around ten o'clock, if that works for you."

"I think that will be just fine. Since this is our first time doing business together, let me explain how it works. You'll come to our place at ten o'clock, and we'll take fifteen minutes to get to know each other a bit. During that time, if you decide that we aren't what you had in mind, or if for some reason we decide that we won't be able to work with you, then we'll call the whole thing off and there won't be any hard feelings. If we all get along, then you'll need to hand us an unsealed envelope with the agreed-upon fee, in cash, and your hour and a half starts from that moment. Is that all acceptable to you?"

"Perfectly."

She gave me directions to her location, and made sure I understood that the $1000 was for their time, and that anything that happened during that time was simply a matter of consensual activity between adults. Naturally, I agreed to it all – they were simply trying to protect themselves, legally. I had no doubt of the sort of services I was really buying.

"Okay, Xavier, we'll look forward to seeing you at ten o'clock," Erica said. "We'll be ready. I hope you will be."

She hung up. I took a deep breath and went upstairs to shower and shave.

* * * * *

On the way there, I bought a bottle of quality champagne, and two bottles of perfume (they had provided a list on their website of gifts they preferred, and I went by that). I also bought some fiery red lipstick for both of them, though that was more for my own benefit; I love hot red lips!

The address they had given me turned out to be a condo in a surprisingly affluent neighborhood, which surprised me somewhat until I considered that they were probably able to cover the monthly rent payments with just two nights of work. I parked in the space they had told me to take, and looked out my passenger side window at their door. The moment of anticipation was at hand, the adrenaline was going, and my pulse felt like the beating of drums. With a slightly quivering hand I took the champagne and gift packages, and an envelope with their payment. A few seconds later I was ringing the bell.

"One moment!" came a voice from inside. I tapped my foot nervously, feeling exposed and self-conscious standing there in full view of the neighbors, some of whom had to know about the business that went on in this house. I had turned up the collar on my jacket and wore sunglasses, but I still felt like I was standing there naked holding up a sign that said, "I'm here to see the hookers!"

The door opened, and there stood an intensely sexy woman.

She stood about five-foot-eight in heels. Her eyes were sparkling blue, and her hair was light brown and wavy, falling to just below her shoulders. She wore a simple black evening dress, and it revealed seriously deep cleavage. Her breasts were large and full, and they seemed firm enough to stand out on their own without the need for support. A long slit up the side of the dress revealed a toned, smooth leg. There was a sweetness to her face that didn't match the stereotype of those in her line of work; she looked more like a young housewife or schoolteacher, definitely not a whore.

"Hi, I'm Erica," she said. "Won't you come in?"

"I'd be delighted," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

I stepped inside and she closed the door. The condo was as nice on the inside as out, with quality furniture and indirect lighting. Down the hall was a room from which a red light glowed, and from that room came my second "date" for the evening. Sylvia looked less "wholesome" than her playmate, but she didn't look slutty or trashy by any means. Her eyes were slightly narrow and smouldered just a bit, even when she smiled brightly as she would to a new client she had just met (which I was, of course, but the smile was the same one I might have seen from a real estate agent or a waitress looking for a good tip). She was less busty than Erica but still very pleasingly shaped, slim and athletic and able to wear a tight-fitting red dress to its best advantage. Her hair was blonde and straight, and draped over one shoulder in a way that I had somehow always found alluring.

I felt nervous and self-conscious; I wasn't quite sure what to say or do next.

Fortunately, the ladies were very much in their element, and knew how to put me at ease. "Xavier, we're so glad you're here!" Sylvia said as she approached and offered me her hand. "I'm Sylvia, and you've already met Erica. Please, come inside and sit down so we can get to know each other a little."

"Thank you," I said graciously, and I kissed Sylvia's hand. She raised an eyebrow and opened her mouth slightly as if surprised and touched by this show off gallantry, and indicated the nearby sofa with her other hand, inviting me to sit down.

"I've brought some champagne," I said, offering the bottle. "It wouldn't do to let it get warm."

"Mmm, we should put that on ice right away," Erica said, and took the bottle from me. She glanced at the label and smiled with approval; it wasn't Dom Pérignon, but it wasn't cheap either, and I think she was pleased to see that I was prepared to invest a little extra in the evening.

I sat down while Sylvia brought out glasses and Erica pulled an ice-filled silver bucket from the kitchen. The sofa was an unusual U-shape, so that I could sit in the middle and the two ladies could be on either end, all of us facing each other. The champagne was popped, flutes filled, and the ladies came in and sat down together. Erica offered me a glass.

"Did you have a toast in mind?" Sylvia asked.

I had a number of things in mind, but nothing I could blurt out without sounding offensive (even though they probably wouldn't mind, I wanted to maintain a certain air of class). "Del hora y para el momento que vera," I offered, hoping I wasn't stumbling too badly over the pronunciation.

"Which means?" Erica prompted.

"'To this moment, and the moment yet to come,'" I translated.

"I like that," Sylvia said with a smile as we clinked glasses.

I silently thanked James Bond for the inspiration (The Man with the Golden Gun, for those who want to know). We sipped champagne together and the girls sat back a bit to relax.

"So, tell us about yourself," Erica said.

I gave them a few details about me, fairly quickly, wanting to get through the opening amenities as soon as possible and down to the business at hand. I knew I could probably accelerate the process by pulling out the envelope with the cash, but it was a substantial investment and I wanted to be as sure as possible that these were the right women to spend it on. They had the look, and they had the class, but I wanted to know that they would perform. I wanted to turn the conversation toward sexual matters, but I wasn't sure how to do it delicately. And I really wanted to see them kiss!

I decided to put the ball in their court; after all, I didn't want to have to call the shots all night, and I wanted to see if they had some initiative. "So, that's me in a nutshell," I said, concluding my self-revelation. "What about the two of you? I get the idea that you're very close."





Best-Case Scenario Ch. 03







Best-Case Scenario Ch. 03



"You don't mind, do you?" Sylvia asked as she sucked Erica's tits from below.

"We're just so horny tonight," Erica explained. "Besides, we know you like to watch us, and we want to do this for you."

"God, you have such incredible tits, Erica…" Sylvia's voice came out slightly muffled as she plunged in between Erica's hanging melons.

"Mmm… thank you… they like it when you kiss them, lover. Here, slide down the bed a little." The girls moved to make some room at the top of the bed, and Erica patted her hand on that spot. "Sit here, stallion. If you spread your legs around us and lie back, I can suck on your cock while she licks my tits. I'll bet that will get you good and hard."

"Mm-hmm," Sylvia agreed around a mouthful of nipple.

I settled into place as she asked, and Erica took my cock on one hand and began to rub its head around her lips, kissing it here and there but mostly just stroking her wet lips along its length and around the head. Since I had just come twice in a row, I was a little slow to rise to the occasion, but Erica didn't seem to mind. She seemed to like that I was growing hard only very slowly, that she could relish it and bring me gradually to full erection. I could also clearly see on her face the pleasure that Sylvia gave her through her tits.

It took a few minutes, but soon my cock was standing up on its own, and Erica let go with her hands so that she could suck me deep into her mouth. At the same time, Sylvia slid down the bed until her feet were on the floor, her back arched, her pretty face between Erica's legs. I couldn't see what she was doing there, but Erica's hot moans told me all I needed to know.

Erica took her time, sucking me gentle and slow. My cock ached slightly from the pressure I'd been putting on it for the past hour, and she seemed to know that what I needed was the most gentle of caresses, with a wet tongue and soft lips. I lost all track of time; it felt to me like she sucked and licked me for an hour or more, but I loved every second of it.

Then, finally, she let go and crawled up my body, rubbing her tits against my dripping wet member as she rose, licking my chest and neck, until her legs were spread over my straining cock.

"Just lie still," she whispered. "Sylvia will put it in me for you."

I felt slender hands guiding my cock toward Erica's waiting pussy, the touch of a warm and yielding wetness, and then her hips lowered down over the top of me, taking me all the way in. Erica threw her head back and moaned long and loud, arching her back and thrusting her tits toward me. I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth, tasting the wetness that Sylvia's tongue had left there.

"Oh yes… fuck me and suck me… you'll make me come, I know you want me to come, fuck me deeper…"

"Yes, fuck her," Sylvia whispered as she slid up beside us. She leaned in close and put her lips over Erica's other nipple, so we sucked both of her tits while she rocked her hips up and down over my cock.

I felt like I could go on forever, but at the same time, I wanted one more climax before the evening was done. Several times I felt the buildup to release, but each time I couldn't quite make it. As stimulating as it was with Erica on top of me and Sylvia sharing her exquisite tits, it wasn't quite enough to make it happen for me for a third time.

The girls seemed to realize this after a while, and Erica eventually slowed to a halt and pushed herself up to a sitting position on top of me. "Do you need something more, lover?" she asked me.

"I hate to even say it, but I'm just not getting there," I said. "Don't get me wrong, though, it feels great."

"I think that what you need is the sixty-nine from-behind lick-and-fuck," Sylvia said with a naughty glint in her eye. "It never fails."

"Let's do it for him," Erica agreed, and she lifted off my well-used cock with a little shiver of pleasure.

The ladies helped me stand up, and Silvia lay down on the bed with her head at the lower end and her legs open. Erica assumed a sixty-nine position on top of her, and Sylvia motioned with both hands for me to get behind her.

"All right, stallion," she whispered. "She licks me, you fuck her, and I lick both of you until you come. Now get that cock inside her."

Erica raised her bottom in the air and I slid my shaft into her waiting pussy. Silvia's warm lips kissed my cock as I pulled out and then rocked back in. Erica moaned hotly, then put her face down between her lesbian lover's legs to indulge her taste for sweet pussy.

The double stimulation of tongue and pussy felt hot and intense, and I knew that this time I would definitely go over the edge. With both girls feeling the pleasure, it felt again like fucking them at the same time. Sylvia's shameless tongue licked all over my cock and Erica's pussy, driving both of us higher and higher, the girls gasped and moaned with hot pleasure, and I felt the climax coming…

With a deep, penetrating thrust, I gave Erica the last of my cream. She cried out and tightened her hold on Sylvia's thighs, and I felt the blonde woman beneath her shiver with excitement. All three of us came together in a final, powerful rush that almost buckled my legs out from under me.

* * * * *

When we had finally finished and disentangled ourselves, I still had ten minutes left on my allotted time, but we were all too tired to continue any further. We shared our last glass of champagne together, toasting to a hot fuck and to the next time. Then I lay down with a girl under each arm, enjoying their gentle caresses and kissing one or the other, or both, softly and tenderly.

A single bell told me when my time was up.

"Oh, that's too bad," Erica said, getting up and stretching.

"Yeah, but it was fun while it lasted," Sylvia said. The women helped me to sit up and gave me a final, deep tongue kiss, with their naked bodies pressed against me. When we finally separated, they kissed each other one last time for me, and then pulled a pair of silk robes from the nightstand by the bed.

"We'll need you to get cleaned up and dressed now," Erica said. "There's a bathroom right through that door, and your clothes are all here, so we'll give you five minutes by yourself to take care of all that. When you're done, come on out through the other door in the bathroom, and we'll say goodnight."

I did as they told me, and met the ladies back out in the living room. They both kissed me again, briefly, and I thanked them for a wonderful evening.

"When you want another wonderful evening, just give us a call," Erica said. "We'd love to have you over again sometime."

And, of course, I did eventually call them again… but that's a story for another time.





Best-Case Scenario Ch. 04



Although this story is Part 4, it is not necessary to read the previous parts before this one.

Chapter 4: Limo in Vegas

There must be ten million men like me across America: horny and desperate married guys whose wives have next to no sexual appetite. Believe me, I've tried to get her interested, but over time I've come to accept that she just never will have the same level of physical desire that I do. Once a month is our current average, and when we do it, it's pretty dull. So, I fuck whores on the side.

There are two difficulties with this lifestyle. One is money; I do all right, but I'm not exactly rolling in discretionary cash, and a good evening generally costs at least a few C-notes. The other is discretion, because I don't want to get caught. I love my wife and I want to stay with her even though we're totally incompatible sexually. The hardest part is keeping the expenses hidden, but I have my ways and it's enough to get me a really good, satisfying lay every couple of months. Not as often as I'd like, but I'll take what I can get.

Since I don't want the emotional entanglement of an affair, I prefer to go to professional women. They get what they want, I get what I want, and we part ways without my having to worry about whether she's going to get all Fatal Attraction on me. I also like having my fantasies fulfilled, things that I wouldn't normally be able to get from a woman. Most of all, I like to enjoy two women at once.

This isn't something I'd even ask of my wife, and if she were willing to grant me normal sex on a fairly regular basis -- say, once a week or so -- I would be perfectly satisfied. But since I can't get it that often, I'm going to make it as good as it can be!

(Note -- I don't really do any of this. I write stories about it instead. It keeps me sane without compromising my marriage vows.)

One thing that makes it a little easier to maintain secrecy is that I occasionally go out of town on business, and one of the places I go from time to time is Las Vegas. The first time I went there was the first time I'd ever hired an actual escort, and I spent an evening entertaining a lovely mocha-skinned woman named Desiree in my hotel room. I had wanted a double feature at the time, but I was nervous enough about just asking for one woman, so I left it at that. Since then, I've enjoyed the attentions of two women together, and that was what I wanted yet again.

The company I work for prefers to give a check to cover expenses in advance, and by eating cheap one can pocket the difference. In my case, it makes it much easier to hide my more clandestine expenses from my wife. It's not enough to pay for the whole thing, but I can make up the difference from my private stash, and in the case of Vegas I can often supplement that with winnings at the blackjack tables.

And on this occasion, I was able to do so with room to spare...

* * * * *

Back in my room after a very successful evening, I riffled my thumb through the stack of thirty hundred-dollar-bills and enjoyed the crisp sound it made. It was the most cash I'd ever held in my hand, and I was about to blow at least half of it.

There was something I'd always wanted to try, but I had never had the funds for it until now. I picked up one of the flyers that I'd collected along the strip and dialed a number under a picture of a white stretch limousine that was flanked by lovely ladies. The familiar lump of excitement and anticipation rose in my throat as the phone made the connection.

"Fantasy Limousines, this is Caroline, can I help you?"

I swallowed the lump. "Yes, Caroline," I said. "I'd like to hire a car this evening."

"Certainly. Have you booked with us before?"

"No."

"Well, we have a lot of different packages to choose from. If you like, I can describe them to you."

"Actually, I'm looking at your website right now," I said, having pulled it up on my laptop in advance. "What I'd like is the Champagne and Strawberries special, in the Hummer if it's available."

"It certainly is! Where are you staying, sir?"

"The Mirage."

"I can have the car there by nine o'clock, if that will work for you."

"That will be fine," I said, checking my watch; it was about eight PM.

"All right then... as you've probably read, the Champagne and Strawberries special involves an hour and a half in an elite custom limousine, followed by an evening at our exclusive club, and then we take you back to your hotel in a conventional limousine. The package includes two escorts who will accompany you on the ride in, and they will also provide companionship here at the club. Since you're on our website, may I ask if you have a preference for your escorts?"

I looked over the available options under girl/girl. "Um... are Jayme and Melisande available?" I felt strange as I always did at such moment, essentially ordering women off a menu.

"Let me check... yes, they are! All right then, I have you down for nine o'clock, in the Hummer, Jayme and Melisande accompanying. Will there be anything else?"

"I think that will be fine," I said.

We took care of the deposit, confirmed a few details, and then there was nothing to do but wait. Ever wonder how to make an hour last a hundred years? I know a good way!

* * * * *

At five minutes to nine, I stood waiting outside the Mirage lobby. I wore a simple outfit, a black button-down shirt and matching slacks. I'd showered and shaved while waiting, knowing that the girls would want me to be clean. I was really looking forward to this adventure; the idea of getting it on in the back of a limousine was exciting, and if their pictures were anything to go by, the girls were nicely hot.

Just two minutes before nine o'clock, the limo pulled in and stopped in front of me.

The driver got out and walked around the front of the car. It surprised me somewhat that the driver was also a woman, and an attractive one. We took care of the introductions and I gave her an envelope with fifteen hundred dollars inside, which she pocketed without a fuss and opened the door for me. Taking a deep breath, I slipped inside.

"Hey, look who's here!" called a voice from near the front of the car.

I looked up as I slid onto the smooth, soft leather of the enormous back seat. The interior looked as though it had been designed by Liberace; thick shag carpet, neon lights that ran the length of the ceiling, white leather and black lacquer, the whole works. Bench seats ran along both sides, and a wet bar stood up against the wall that separated my compartment from the driver. And along each of those bench seats, sipping champagne from crystal flutes, was a stunning woman.

On my left was a slim brunette, dressed in an elegant black evening gown that was cut just a little too low across the top and a little too high on her legs; that is, too low and too high to comply with what most would consider proper modesty, but certainly not for my taste! Her legs were long, slim, and perfectly toned, in black fishnet stockings that she wore to their best advantage. Around her neck was a diamond-studded choker, and her hair was pulled back tightly and held up in a complex woven bun, a single curl winding down her cheek. Her eyes were incredible; large, wide, and bright aquamarine. Her lips were dark pink and looked wet. She smiled at me with a eager and playful expression, throwing me a wink and turning just so in her seat to look at me enticingly over her shoulder. She was Melisande.

Her companion, Jayme, had luxurious waves of strawberry blonde hair, streaked lighter here and there. Her dress clung to her tightly, baby blue and mostly translucent, sequined strategically to draw one's attention to her breasts and slim waist. Her eyes were dark and sultry, contrasting noticeably from her pale skin and light hair. Shimmering lips smiled at me in an enticing way, pouty and full, and I knew that they would feel just incredible wherever she might choose to use them.

As the car moved smoothly out into the strip, the girls slid along their seats toward me. Melisande took the champagne bottle and Jayme picked up another glass.

"Hey sexy," Jayme cooed as she joined me in the back seat. "I hope you're up for a really good time tonight."

"That's the idea," I replied, accepting the glass from her and holding it so that Melisande could pour the bubbly. "It doesn't look like I'll have to look too hard to find a party."

"It's so much easier when the party comes to you, isn't it?" Melisande said with an adorable smile. She seemed to have such a youthful innocence about her; if I hadn't known from the webpage that she was actually twenty-three years old, she could have easily passed for eighteen.

"What shall we drink to?" Jayme asked, raising her glass.

"To sexy women," I suggested, "and the women who love them."

The girls laughed, and Melisande offered, "And, to the man who gets to watch!"

"The man who gets to join them," Jayme corrected.

We clinked glasses and drained them. Jayme turned slightly to the side and hit a few buttons on the console next to her. A thumping, slow beat pumped from speakers that seemed to be inside the seat, a bit louder than I would have liked, but she turned it down so it was merely background noise. It seemed to me that mixed in with the music were feminine voices moaning in sensual pleasure.

"So," Melisande said, "you like women who love women?"

"It's my favorite thing," I replied.

"Mmm, I was hoping you'd say something like that," Jayme purred. "I've been really hot for some pussy action lately. Sandi and I got into it a little bit on the way over here, but of course, we needed to save ourselves for you."

"What did you do, exactly?" I asked.

"Just a little warming up," Melisande replied, reaching over to stroke Jayme's thigh. "You know, a little kissing, a little petting... Jayme was so naughty, she started touching me through my panties."

"You're the naughty one, you're the one who got all wet!" Jayme countered.

"I can't help it if you turn me on," Melisande replied.

"Go on, touch her," Jayme insisted to me. "Feel how wet she is."

Melisande smiled at me and spread her legs open as an invitation. I really loved their approach -- most of the pros I'd had in the past had started out with stripping or kissing, which I liked of course! But having one of them open her legs for me right at moment one was a major turn-on as well; it was like they were holding up a neon sign that said "NO INHIBITIONS."

I reached over and gently stroked Melisande's black lace panties, right over the top of her pussy lips. She smiled and sighed slightly, enjoying the touch. Her panties were damp under my fingertips.

"See, I told you," Jayme grinned. "She's such a little slut, getting all turned on just from a little panty-play."

"I wasn't a slut until I met you, Jayme," Melisande replied. She closed her eyes and leaned back into the seat, enjoying my gentle caress over her pussy lips. "I used to be such a good girl... private school, dance lessons, all that. Then one day my sweet little friend Jayme invited me to her place for a sleepover... mmm, that feels good..."

"I was just tired of getting myself off with my secret porn collection," Jayme said. "I wanted some real pussy, and I could tell you'd be into it once we got started."

"That was such an incredible night," Melisande sighed. "I'd never even heard of most of the things you did to me!"

Jayme lifted herself off the seat and slid around me so she was on the other side of Melisande. "And you've been my little lesbian plaything ever since," she whispered as she nibbled lightly on Melisande's earlobe.

"Mm-hmm..."

Jayme looked up at me and gave me a wink, then turned her attention to Melisande, whose smile had slowly faded until her lips panted with little sighs. Jayme's tongue emerged from between her own lips and she touched it to Melisande's. The brunette gasped with the pleasure of the unexpected contact, and a shiver ran through her body as Jayme traced circles around her mouth with the wet tip of her tongue. After teasing Melisande for a long moment, she finally slid her tongue inside and the girls kissed passionately, moaning softly together.

Needless to say, my cock had grown fully hard during all this, and by now I felt more than a little uncomfortable as it strained for release from my pants. I liked what the girls were doing, and I liked touching Melisande, especially since I could feel her growing wetter as Jayme made out with her. Still, I was going to need to at least loosen my belt soon!

Jayme broke the kiss and looked up at me. "Do you want me to make her come right now?" she whispered. "She's always hot for more after she's had her first climax for the evening."

"Please, let her make me come," Melisande begged quietly.

I nodded silently. Jayme smiled and turned back to kiss her lover some more, then pulled away and slid down onto her knees between Melisande's legs. "Let's get those panties off," she suggested.

Melisande lifted her hips off the seat and Jayme slid her panties off easily, exposing a naked, pink, and glistening wet pussy. The smile dropped from Jayme's face as well, and she leaned forward to take her first taste. Her long tongue slipped up between Melisande's swollen pussy lips, lingering over her clit, stroking again and again with long, indulgent licks. Melisande arched her back and moaned with pleasure. Her eyes opened slightly and she stared at me with a look of hot lust and deep desire.

"Do you like what you see?" she whispered hoarsely.

I could only nod again.

"Her tongue feels so good on my clit. I know you must be getting hard watching us... would you like me to stroke your cock for you?"

"I'd like that," I managed to say. I pulled off my own belt and unzipped, not wanting the girls to have to interrupt what they were doing. Melisande's slim hand reached down into my lap and her soft fingers encircled my waiting member. She sucked in her breath sharply, looking down at my lap.

"Oh Jayme, take a look at this," she said.

Jayme paused and looked up at my shaft in her lover's hand. "Wow," she said appreciatively. "I knew we were going to get lucky tonight, Sandi, but I didn't know we'd get this lucky!"

I should mention that I really have no idea whether I'm unusually large or not. All the strippers and prostitutes I've been with make a big deal out of my cock, but since they have a vested interest in making me feel like a stud, I'm not really sure I can take their word for it! Still, it's always seemed to me that I'm big enough to fill a woman completely and satisfy her.

Jayme returned to her tender ministrations while Melisande began to rub me gently up and down, not enough to get me going toward climax but definitely enough to keep my attention. Her hot pink lips were irresistible, so I leaned in for the kiss and we slid tongues into each other's mouths.

It didn't take long before Melisande began moaning with each breath, faster and faster, and I knew she was almost to the brink. Her hand squeezed around me and pumped just a little harder, lubricated slightly by my own pre-come. Suddenly she gasped out loud and her whole body stiffened as she reached her peak, driven to climax by her lesbian lover's tongue.

"Oh, fuck yeah," she moaned. "Jayme, you made me come so good..."

Jayme slid up next to me on the other side. "Feel her pussy now, lover," she whispered to me. "Now she's really wet."

I moved my hand between Melisande's legs. Her pussy was still swollen and warm from her orgasm, and it felt like someone had poured massage oil over her. She was almost dripping with her own secretions.

Jayme leaned over me and kissed her, and Melisande responded fervently, as if she loved the taste of herself on Jayme's lips. I couldn't resist joining in, and in the next moment I felt both women's tongues between my lips. There's nothing I love more than a hot three-way kiss, and these girls were good at it. After a long moment of sheer pleasure, we pulled away from each other to catch our breath.

"I hope you like the party so far," Jayme said to me.

"I think you can rest assured of that," I replied.

The girls giggled, and kissed each other again. "You know, we haven't even shown you our tits yet," Melisande said. "Would you like to see them?"

"I want to go first!" Jayme insisted. She turned around so Melisande could pull down the zipper on her dress, and then got on her knees facing both of us. Slowly and deliberately, she pulled the top of her dress down and revealed a pair of smooth, firm breasts with puffy pinkish-red nipples, perfectly shaped and just the right size to cup in both hands. She dropped her head back and gave both tits a little squeeze with her own hands as the dress dropped the rest of the way to the floor. Then, she beckoned with one finger for Melisande to join her.

The brunette slid down and sat on the floor with her legs spread wide, facing me. Jayme pulled down the zipper and slid her hands under the dress, holding Melisande's tits while her top peeled away. Melisande had smaller breasts than her girlfriend, but they were still enticing and the nipples pointed slightly upward as if they wanted to be noticed. As Jayme caressed Melisande from behind, she leaned down over her shoulder and the girls kissed again, licking their tongues together hotly.

As Jayme straightened herself up, Melisande switched from kissing her lips to kissing her breasts, first licking and then sucking on Jayme's pink and tender nipples. Jayme moaned with pleasure and continued to caress her lover's body from behind, touching her everywhere she could reach, lingering over the breasts and pinching the nipples until they hardened.

"Don't you want to come feel her?" Jayme asked me, offering Melisande's naked tits.

"Mmm... let's get him undressed first," Melisande suggested, her voice slightly muffled by Jayme's breast in her mouth.

The girls crawled over to me and went to work on getting my clothes off, and of course I let them do what they wanted. Melisande pulled off my shoes and then tugged my pants down while Jayme climbed up onto the seat to unbutton my shirt, kissing me deeply while she did. Soon they had me completely bare.

"I have an idea," Jayme said, throwing a leg over me and straddling my lap. "How about you take that big, hard cock of yours and fuck it deep into my pussy?"

"Oh, let me put it in her for you," Melisande offered as she climbed back up on the seat beside us. She took my cock in her hand once again and guided it to just the right spot. I felt Jayme's wet pussy lips slip around the head and welcome me inside.

"Give it to me, all the way," Jayme insisted.

I rocked my hips upward as she let herself slide down on top of me, taking me right up to the hilt. She drew in a deep breath through clenched teeth and let it out in a gasp, squeezing her eyes shut with an expression that almost looked like pain.

"Are you all right?" I asked her.

"Fuck yeah, it hurts so good," she whispered. "You're so fucking big, but it makes my cunt feel so hot... just give me a moment..."

"Suck her tits with me," Melisande suggested. "We need to make her wet enough to take you, stallion."

"Mmm, yeah, suck my titties," Jayme agreed. "Do it gentle, though... that's what I need right now."

Melisande slipped her face between us and caressed one of Jayme's pink nipples with her tongue, licking it softly until it was almost dripping wet. By slouching down slightly, I was able to do the same with the other, following Melisande's example of soft licking with a very wet tongue. Jayme purred quietly with pleasure, and slowly began to rock her hips and slide me in and out of her tight pussy.





Best-Case Scenario Ch. 04



"That's right... that's what I need, don't stop..." she whispered softly.

"I'll take over here," Melisande said, seeing that I was having an awkward time of it. "Kiss her lips instead, I'll take care of her tits for you."

I straightened up and met Jayme's lips with a deep kiss. Melisande moved behind her and began to rub Jayme's breasts on the sides, spreading wet saliva over them. Jayme seemed to love it, and as her secretions made her pussy wetter, she rocked harder and harder over my cock.

"I'm almost there, p-please don't stop!" Jayme cried. "Oh fuck, I'm going to come... Oh!"

I felt her whole body shiver, and just as she climaxed, I followed up with my own, filling her pussy with my cream.

We sat together like that for a moment, and slowly, her body relaxed. Melisande appeared beside us once again and we kissed as a threesome, caressing our tongues together in our common center. I started to pull out, but Jayme stopped me with a quick tightening of her thighs around my waist. "Stay in me just a little bit longer," she cooed. "It feels so good, I don't want you to go away yet."

"Remember, I get some too," Melisande said.

"Oh, you will, lover," Jayme assured her. "Don't you worry about that. I'm sure this stallion has another shot in him for you."

* * * * *

After about five minutes of kissing and caressing with Jayme's pussy still embracing my cock, she finally lifted herself off me. The girls produced a couple of warm towels to clean up with, and we poured some more champagne.

"You know what?" Jayme said. "We haven't been taking full advantage of our surroundings. Sandi, let's pop the top!"

Melisande keyed a switch on the console, and a large section of the roof slid back and out of the way, leaving a square opening four feet on a side. Since we had been essentially driving in circles around the strip, the car was moving slowly enough that we didn't have to worry about a strong wind.

"Um, can't people see in?" I asked, feeling a little self-conscious.

"Nah, that's the beauty of it," Melisande assured me. "The interior lights go out when we open the top, and there are a series of bright lights pointed up around the outside of the opening that dazzle anyone who might try to look inside. We get the lights and the night air, but no one can see us unless we stick our heads out."

"Besides, let 'em look," Jayme grinned. "All they'll see is two sexy women and a hot stud doing what comes naturally. Come here, Sandi, let's make out some more."

The girls slid off the back seat once again and kneeled on the floor facing each other, then started to kiss again. The wind through the open top blew their hair into swirls, and the neon lights of Vegas reflected off their bodies as we passed the casinos. I sat back and enjoyed the show.

* * * * *

After another half hour of cruising and kissing, the driver called back and said we were approaching the club. The girls reluctantly parted from each other and started to collect their clothing.

"Sorry, we all have to get dressed again," Jayme said. "We can't very well go into the club without covering up."

"Don't worry though," Melisande assured me, "we'll be getting down soon enough. I still want to feel you in me, you know."

We all got dressed, and as the limousine pulled in the girls checked their makeup and hair. The car stopped and a moment later, the driver opened the door for us. We emerged into a round driveway in front of what looked like a renovated hotel, with a fountain in the front and palm trees surrounding. We actually weren't far removed from the strip. Since all the windows were blacked out, it was impossible to tell what the inside was like.

"I do hope you enjoyed the ride," the driver said to me with a wink.

"Oh, we did," Jayme assured her, blowing a kiss.

I tipped the driver a hundred dollars, and the girls escorted me into the club. The heavy front door was opened by a large man in a tuxedo who looked like the sort of person that Chuck Norris would have second thoughts about messing with, but of course, I had nothing to worry about; I'd paid my cover charge.

Once inside, I was surprised to see how normal the place looked. I had expected blacklights, strobes, smoke machines and gyrating strippers on stages; instead, what I had walked into looked more like an upscale piano bar, and indeed there was a large grand piano on a stage overlooking the lounge area. One thing that did set the place apart from most clubs was that there were a lot more women than men, and all of them were gorgeous and wearing outfits that left little to the imagination.

Melisande whispered to me, "We keep it fairly clean on the main floor, here. Upstairs is another lounge, and that's where things get a little more wild. We've also got some private rooms, of course."

"I hope we'll be using one of those before the night is out," Jayme said with a smile.

"So, should we go upstairs right away, or mingle around here first?" I asked, unsure of the right protocol in this situation.

"We'll do whatever you want," Melisande said, "but it's nice to hang out downstairs for a little bit. I've found that when guys do that, they usually end up having a better time for it. Besides, one of the club rules is that alcohol only gets served on the main floor; upstairs is dry."

"Unless you ask for a champagne room," Jayme added.

"We don't need to stay down here for too long, of course," Melisande said. "I mean, you've already got your dates for the evening."

I looked around, and realized something that I should have understood at the start -- the women were circulating not just for atmosphere and companionship, but because they were enticing guys to go upstairs with them. The lounge on the lower floor, it seemed, was essentially for shopping; the real business was done upstairs.

Then again, it also seemed to me that plenty of the guests seemed to be in no hurry, and I reconsidered my first conclusion. It struck me that there were probably a number of "regulars" to the club that came largely for the ambiance of the first floor, and perhaps made trips upstairs only occasionally. That was about as far as my thinking took me before I saw someone I recognized.

At first, my mind only registered that I had seen this woman before, and for a brief moment I felt the beginnings of a panic surge -- this was NOT a place where I wanted to be seen by someone I knew! Almost as quickly, though, I remembered where I'd seen her before, and I relaxed somewhat. I didn't relax entirely because the memory was of the kind that doesn't lend to relaxation.

"Desiree?" I inquired, touching the woman on the shoulder.

She turned with a smile on her face. "That's who I am," she said.

"I don't know if you remember me... three months ago, Excalibur hotel?" We, um, got together?" I suddenly felt very awkward; how does one greet a woman when you knew her for all of an hour, and yet had sex with her twice?

She smiled even wider. "Yes, I remember you! Xavier, wasn't it? It's great to see you again!" Desiree took my hands and gave me a slightly lingering kiss on the cheek.

Desiree had the unique position in my sexual history of being the first escort I'd ever hired for an incall, during my last trip to Vegas. She was also the first black woman I'd ever had a sexual encounter with. Her skin tone was a creamy mocha, her hair straightened and subtly streaked with highlights, and her eyes were dark and inviting. Her breasts stood out as very large and full, something I had asked for specifically on that occasion. Tonight she was dressed in a shimmering gold two-piece outfit comprised of a low-cut top that was little more than a bikini and a long skirt which rode low on her hips. A translucent scarf draped around her neck covered her without hiding anything.

"It's great to see you too, Desiree. I assume you know Melisande and Jayme?"

"Naturally," she said. "Are you ladies showing my man here a good time tonight?"

"Nothing but the best," Jayme assured her, leaning up against me and embracing my upper arm.

"I was hoping you'd come back and find me sometime," Desiree said to me. "Come on, let's get a drink together and catch up."

The four of us found a booth and ordered drinks. I sat in the middle of Desiree and Melisande, while Jayme cuddled up on Desiree's left side. "It's so great to see you again," Desiree said. "I remember how much fun we had together... you gave me a fantastic ride, honey."

"He gave me one too," Jayme purred.

"Still waiting for my turn," Melisande added, her hand stroking up and down my thigh.

Sitting close to Desiree as I was, I noticed how the gold tones of her outfit continued in her makeup. Her eyelids had been stroked with gold, as were her lips, but not so heavily that it looked like a metallic paint; the effect was subtle, sparkling, and lustrous. Her nails had been painted in pure gold, or so it seemed. And, of course, she wore golden hoops in both ears. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed it immediately, but even her eyes had turned golden. They were contacts, of course, but if it hadn't been for the unnatural color I never would have guessed.

I made up my mind right away to splurge a little further on my evening. "You know, I'd love to turn our little threesome into a quartet," I said. "Are you busy with anything this evening, Desiree?"

"I'm ready to get busy with you anytime," she replied, licking her lips.

"Oh wow, this is so exciting!" Melisande exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with delight.

The waitress came over with our drinks, and Desiree motioned her over. "My man Xavier here wants to take us up to a private room," she said.

"All right," the waitress said, and turned to me. "Do you want a regular room, a champagne room, or a fantasy room?"

"Uh, what's the difference?" I asked.

"Oh, you haven't looked at the menu? Here you go."

I took the offered menu and opened it up to find not a selection of food and drinks, but pictures of rooms and women. I saw that a standard room (which looked like an upscale hotel room) was included in my package, but that if I wanted champagne I'd need to throw in an extra hundred, and a fantasy room (of which there were several options) would run me two hundred more. Another two hundred covered Desiree.

I pulled out my wallet and counted out four hundred dollars, passing it nonchalantly to the waitress. "That should cover Desiree, our drinks, and a champagne room," I said. "The company of these three ladies should be sufficient fantasy material."

"Oh, definitely," the waitress said. "We'll have it ready in about ten minutes, so enjoy yourselves in the meantime!"

Jayme raised her glass. "Here's to tongue kisses and multiple orgasms," she said.

"To lips and nipples," Melisande added.

"To hot and lusty ladies," Desiree said.

I thought for a moment. "I've got nothing to add to that," I shrugged, and clinked glasses with the girls.

* * * * *

The room was stylish but not over-the-top like the limousine had been. There was an enormous bed, of course, and a pair of oversized chairs; Desiree directed me into one of them. A champagne bucket and a small table with four glasses were about it for additional furnishings. The windows were draped with heavy blinds, and the lights were dim and slightly red in color. Soft music came from speakers in the ceiling.

"I think we should get started right away," Desiree said with a smile. "Would you girls like to undress me?"

"That sounds fun," Melisande smiled, and gently pulled the translucent scarf from Desiree's body. Jayme, in the meantime, slipped her hands into the waist of Desiree's skirt and began to lower it down over her hips.

"I remember how much you like to kiss deep," Desiree purred. "I'll bet you like watching women kiss each other deep, don't you?"

"He loves it," Melisande whispered, a moment before her tongue ran over Desiree's beautiful, full, dark lips. Desiree responded by sliding her hand up the back of Melisande's neck and then pulling the slender girl towards her, opening her mouth over Melisande's tongue and moaning hotly with lust.

"Oh wow, that looks so fucking good," Jayme whispered as she stood up, having let Desiree's skirt fall to the floor.

"Mmm... you want some, baby, come and get it," Desiree invited, pulling just barely enough away from Melisande to form the words. Jayme pushed her way in close and took her own deep taste of Desiree's lips... but she had the black woman to herself only for a moment before Melisande joined in, and then they were tonguing and licking and sucking in their common center.

Their fiery three-way kiss held my gaze so strongly that it took me a moment to register that Desiree's top had just joined her skirt and scarf on the floor, leaving her totally disrobed except for gold bracelets and heels. On either side of her, Jayme and Melisande ran their hands up and down her body, pausing to stroke between her legs or to cup her enormous breasts. Her wide, dark-chocolate nipples glistened with the same golden luster as her lips.

"Suck on these, girls," Desiree commanded, thrusting her chest forward and pushing her two lovers down toward them. Melisande and Jayme both put their lips to Desiree's hardening nipples, and as the sucked and licked at the sensitive buds, Desiree zipped their dresses down in the back to let them fall off. Neither of the two girls had bothered to put panties on, so just like that, all three of them had shed all their barriers, their bodies on full display.

Both Melisande and Jayme had very pale skin, almost milky-white compared to Desiree. The contrast in both color and body shape somehow made for a more exciting image than if they had all been similar in appearance. Perhaps the enticement lay in the display of such different forms of feminine beauty, coming together as more than the sum of their parts.

Jayme looked up at me after a moment, her tongue still circling Desiree's nipple, and then Melisande's eyes focused on me as well. It was Melisande who spoke, her voice a husky whisper, "You want to know how this feels... don't you?"

"You want all three of us together," Jayme moaned.

"You want to feel our lips and tongues... all at once," Desiree finished, and then they were coming toward me, kneeling down around me with their faces touching, their lips wet and panting, closer and closer, until Desiree's lovely golden eyes were all I could see... and then they pulled me into their kiss, and I felt three wet, probing tongues reaching into my mouth.

I could never have imagined anything so incredible. My head swam and for a moment I felt so dizzy, I seemed to be falling off my chair. I couldn't tell whose hands were unbuttoning my shirt, zipping down my fly, pulling my clothing from my body until nothing covered me, except the girls themselves.

Soft hands took hold of my own, and guided me to touch soft skin, naked breasts, and the tender, delicate lips between two pairs of slender legs. I could feel their moaning, and their pleasure... and then I felt a soft warmth over the straining head of my rock-hard cock. Slowly, Desiree enveloped me, pulling me inside the tight, hot wetness of her sex, and I felt her shiver as I penetrated all the way into her.

The girls never pulled away from our intense four-way embrace of lips and tongues. Indeed, as Desiree drew in a deep breath and moaned out loud, the other two seemed to renew their attentions from either side, both of them drawing in closer and intensifying the kiss. I began to feel almost smothered by them, but I didn't even care.

"Fuck me," Desiree whispered.

"No, fuck me," Melisande breathed, and her hand found mine between her legs, where she wrapped a fist around two fingers, then put the tips of them right into her slit. "Fuck me this way now, then do it with your cock when you're done with this hot bitch."

"Fuck me too, you have to fuck me too!" Jayme begged.

And just like that, I found myself pleasuring all three of them, and they moaned together with each breath... and I couldn't even tell the moment when I went over the edge and filled Desiree with my cream. But I felt her pussy squeeze my shaft, and her lips pull away from our kiss as she arched her back and thrust her massive tits outward to bounce in rhythm with the thrusting of her hips.

Then Jayme's pussy tightened around my fingers, and she also pulled away, her breath coming in gasps... and finally, Melisande gave in to her sensations and let the ecstasy take her over.

I opened my eyes just a bit, and saw the three of them above me, holding each other as they climaxed together... and Desiree looked down at me, her full lips panting and her breasts heaving, and her golden eyes seemed touched with fire.

* * * * *

"Well," Jayme said as we lay back on the bed after disentangling ourselves, "that certainly got very intense very quickly."

"What else could one expect, with a group like this?" Melisande said, smiling over her flute of cold champagne. "I mean, I doubt there's a lustier quartet in Vegas. Once we got started, I knew where it was going."

"You're just as hot a fuck as I remember, Stallion," Desiree purred.

I still found it difficult to speak, so I took another swallow of bubbly. I lay in the middle of the bed, of course, with Jayme up against my left side and Desiree leaning up against some pillows to my right -- her huge breasts made it difficult for her to cuddle up quite as close. Melisande reclined down by my legs, propped up on her elbow over my left leg (and both of Jayme's), while I had kicked my other one over her waist. Her free hand held her champagne glass, which she seemed to like rubbing against her nipples so the chill would keep them hard.

"I've never actually kissed two other girls at the same time before," Melisande grinned. "That was really hot... and Jayme, don't take this the wrong way, but Desiree has the sexiest lips I've ever felt!"

"I can't argue with that," Jayme smiled.

Desiree looked pleased with herself. "Well, you know what they say, ladies... once you go black, you never go back."

"The three of you are really intense together," I said, finally managing to find my voice. "It's enough to blow any man's mind, watching you do each other."

"You didn't even get the full show," Desiree said. "You watched us kiss and you watched these two hotties give my titties a lickin', but you know that's not all we can do to each other. Right now, I want to get a taste of those sweet little kitties."

"Mmm, my pussy wants your tongue, baby," Melisande purred, her eyes narrowing and her lips curving in a tiny, seductive smile.

"I think a little hot lesbian love is just what you need to get hard for Sandi's cunt," Jayme said, looking up at me. "Remember, you promised her you'd let her feel that big cock inside her... and I know you've got one more shot in you."

"Tell you what, pretty girl," Desiree smiled, as she leaned over the top of me and met Jayme's lips with her own just in front of my face, "mmm... why don't we take care of getting our man hard, so he can give this sweet little plaything what she needs."

The girls all got up together to move into their new positions; Desiree put a hand on my chest to indicate that I should stay right where I was. Melisande reclined next to me, propped up on the pillows, her legs spread and her hand stroking softly between them in anticipation. Jayme started to lean over and take my half-hard cock into her mouth, but then Desiree stopped her. "We'll give them a little show first," she said as she took Jayme's naked body into a heated embrace.

I glanced over at Melisande, who smiled as if she'd just been given a chance to meet her favorite celebrity. She slid up closer to me and rubbed herself a little more vigorously, watching with excited eyes as Desiree pulled Jayme in close, her own massive breasts seemingly overwhelming the other girl's more modest bosom, and then the two women slid tongues into each other's open mouths.




Best-Case Scenario Ch. 04



They made out together on their knees, facing each other at the foot of the bed, kissing with wild abandon. Jayme quickly discovered the pleasurable sensation of licking the tip of her tongue around Desiree's full, plump lips, to which the black woman responded with moans and seemingly reflexive thrusting motions of her hips. But Jayme didn't stop there; she reached down between Desiree's legs and slid two fingers inside her, turning Desiree's moan into a gasp.

"Don't you just love this?" Melisande asked me. "They just look so erotic together... I've never actually watched a white girl fucking a black girl before. Oh, but we shouldn't be pleasuring ourselves -- here, you rub my pussy while I stroke you off."

I did as she suggested, and found Melisande incredibly wet -- it felt like she had poured a flask of massage oil over herself. She shivered slightly when I found her clit, and smiled at me for a moment before turning her attention back to the ladies in front of us. Jayme had lowered herself down so that she could lick and suck at Desiree's beautiful breasts, while continuing to pump her fingers in and out of the black woman's pussy.

Desiree whipped her hair back and moaned, her voice husky with lust, "More... more, baby... fuck me, you sexy slut..."

"Suck on her clit, Jayme," Melisande suggested.

"Oooh, yeah... lick my cunt, bitch," Desiree commanded, leaning back to give Jayme better access.

Jayme crouched down low and let her tongue slide up between Desiree's pussy lips, then again, and again... and then she found the hard little clit with her tongue, and pursed her lips around it to gently suck and kiss. Desiree's moans turned to gasps, and her eyes almost seemed to roll back into her head as she felt the intense pleasure.

Melisande suddenly picked herself up and rolled into a crawling position. I thought that perhaps she was moving in to join them, but instead she opened her red lips over my member and slid me into her mouth, much deeper than I would have thought her capable of. She had such a youthful, even virginal look about her, it seemed almost impossible that she could be so blatantly sexual; but the look in her eyes was anything but innocent. She seemed to be savoring the taste of my previous climax mixed in with Desiree's secretions, and reveling in the feel of my manhood in her warm, wet mouth.

The position she was in made it the easiest thing in the world for me to pull one of Melisande's legs over to my other side, so that her pussy lay spread over me. She was shaved perfectly smooth, without a trace of stubble, and her lips and clit were swollen and glistening wet. I took only a moment to enjoy the view, then began to return her favors as best I could. She shivered when my tongue touched her clit, and moaned with her mouth filled with my manhood.

I couldn't see the other women anymore, but I could still hear them, and I knew what they were doing. From the sound of mutual kissing and moaning at the other side of the bed, I could tell that they had also moved into a sixty-nine. It felt very exciting knowing that they were indulging in that hot, mutual embrace, while Melisande and I did the same... almost as if I were one of them, actually having real lesbian sex instead of just watching it happen.

My excitement must have been contagious, for Melisande shivered suddenly, reared up and drew in a sharp breath through her teeth, then let it out in a rush. Turning to face me, she whispered, "My pussy is burning, I need you in me! I'll be your slut, fuck me any way you want!"

I had thought about taking her from behind, so that she could offer oral pleasures to one or both of the other girls, but she had such a sweet, pretty face that I knew I just had to watch her when she hit climax. So, I guided Melisande onto my lap, where she spread her legs over the top of my cock and lowered herself down. Her pussy lips kissed the head of my cock, but for a moment, I found I couldn't penetrate.

"I'm very tight," Melisande whispered. "But I'm also very wet, so even a big cock like yours should be able to fuck me. You just have to thrust really hard... don't worry, you won't hurt me..."

"Give it to her," Jayme added, as she appeared on Melisande's left, her lips wet from Desiree's hot pussy.

"Yeah, fuck her deep, baby," Desiree added as she crawled to my side.

I took Melisande's hips in my hands, and drove forcefully up inside her. She threw her head back and cried out loud, and for a bare second I thought I had hurt her despite her assurances, but she continued with, "Oh, YES!! Oh, fuck yes, that's what I need... don't stop, please don't... stop... fucking... me!"

Her words came out as gasps in between each thrust as I pulled back almost all the way and then plunged back into her as deep as I could. She was as tight as promised, but her natural lubrication allowed me to slide into her easily even as her pussy seemed to squeeze down on my cock.

I sat up, wanting to be closer to her, and she wrapped her long, slim legs around me. The new position let me fuck even deeper into her, and she shuddered as I penetrated as far as I could. Her glazed eyes stared into me through half-closed lids, her lips panted and her pale cheeks flushed as she felt me filling her completely.

"She's right on the edge," Jayme whispered in my ear. "Just hold her right there... she's just about to come..."

"I want to feel that hot four-way kiss again," Desiree breathed into my other ear. "I want to be there with you when she comes."

The two other women joined Melisande and me, bringing lips and tongues together in a passionate embrace. I held back for as long as I could stand, then began to rock my hips back and forth to give Melisande the final push that she needed. Our orgiastic kiss intensified as she shivered with the intense sensation of climax, and at that same moment I felt my own release, and my own hot come spurted inside her. The three women held us all together tightly, until at last I felt the high of orgasm drain from my body, and we collapsed to the bed. Melisande pulled herself off my softening member and lay beside me, breathing hard, while the other two fell into each others' arms, where they continued kissing softly. We lay like that for what seemed like five minutes, no one saying a word.

"Mmm, that was so good," Melisande said at last, arching her back and stretching out to her full length, like a cat after a long nap. "I wish we could spend the night right here, and have some more fun in the morning!"

Desiree rolled over and embraced me from the other side, while Jayme spooned up behind her and kissed her neck. "I felt the same way the last time I fucked this wild stallion," Desiree purred.

I felt fairly exhausted, and I wasn't sure I'd be up for any more in the morning, even if it were an option. I'd allowed myself to forget it for a while, but the fact was that these women were professionals, and I'd blown my wad in more ways than one. There was no point in pretending otherwise. "I hate to say it ladies, but I'm tapped out," I shrugged. "I'd love to be able to take you all out for breakfast, but I know your time is valuable, and I've got nothing left except the tip."

"Well, that just won't do," Jayme said. "But I have an idea... you went for the Champagne and Strawberries special, which means you get a limo ride in, and then you get taken back to your hotel in a regular car. But, if we ask the management, they'll let us take you back in another limo, and we'll go with you. We'll get a good twenty minutes in the car to say a proper goodbye. That is, if Sandi's up for it."

"Definitely," Melisande cooed.

"Hey hey, don't be forgetting about me so soon," Desiree protested. "You better be planning on taking Desiree with you!"

* * * * *

And so, once we'd gotten cleaned up and back into our clothes, the girls accompanied me back downstairs for a drink, and then we were back in the car. As soon as the doors closed, their clothes came back off.

"It's okay if you're done for the night," Melisande said with a smile. "We figured that even if you don't have one more shot, we could certainly leave you with a little more to your happy memory."

I sat in the back seat, and the girls faced me from the benches. Desiree approached me first, crawling along the floor like a panther, and when she reached me she unzipped my fly and pulled my pants down to my ankles. "I want to feel you get hard in my mouth," she whispered, and put her full, sensuous lips to my just-beginning-to-rise member.

The other girls crawled in from either side, and as I began to grow past the point where Desiree could comfortably keep all of me in her mouth, they nuzzled in and licked at the base of my shaft. All three of them gazed up at me as they worked their oral magic, their eyes hungry and filled with desire.

Desiree let me pop out from between her lips, revealing that I had grown back to my full length again. My loins ached from so much overuse during the course of the evening, but the gentle, wet caressing of the girls' tongues felt warm and soothing. They traded me back and forth between them as we drove down the strip, one of them sucking and licking while the other two kissed each other, or occasionally joined in to give me pleasure from three sets of tongues and lips. When Desiree brought her massive tits into play, sliding my well-moistened cock between them as the others licked her mounds all over, I actually felt another buildup to a final climax.

Perhaps it was something in my expression, but the girls seemed to sense it too. They threw themselves into their oral ministrations with renewed energy and passion, stroking between their own legs and moaning with pleasure. When Desiree applied strong suction to the head of my cock, and the other two girls licked at the sides of my shaft, the final rush hit me all at once.

"Mm! Mmmmm..." Desiree moaned as she felt my cream in her mouth. She drew out every last drop from my throbbing cock, then drew away and pulled the other two girls in for a flavored kiss.

"That was the icing on the cake, baby," Desiree said when they were done. "I think I could still taste all three of us on you."

"We'll be talking about this night for a long time," Jayme smiled.

"And I'll be counting the days until you come back to Vegas again," Melisande added.

The limousine bumped slightly as we pulled into the driveway to the Mirage. I had just enough time to pull up my pants before the car stopped, the door opened, and I was compelled to walk away from those three incredibly sexy women.

I knew that someday, I would return. Maybe I would see them again, and maybe not. But an evening like I'd had with Jayme, Melisande, and Desiree wasn't something that I wanted to experience only once in my life.



Best-Case Scenario



"Please, let me suck your tits, Valerie," Jenny said in response, as she slid her hands into Valerie's cleavage and cupped the brunette's large, round breasts in both hands. Valerie's top parted easily to let her massive globes into the open, and Jenny immediately bent down to take a nipple between her full, red lips.

"Mmm, that's nice, Jenny," Valerie smiled. "Oh, but I think someone wants to share..."

The girls pulled away from their embrace and came over to me. Just the sight of them approaching, with hungry eyes and panting lips, nearly made me lose my load on the spot. Nothing turns me on more than a woman who really wants it, and for the moment I didn't care that this was all part of the job for them and the desire was mostly an act; it was like a bath for one dying of thirst after years of seeing little more than reluctant resignation from my wife. Even if it was only because I'd paid them, these girls wanted touching, and passion, and as far as I was concerned they wanted me.

A smooth, warm body slid up to me on one side and then the other. This time the girls kissed only inches away, and the sight of their wet lips and tongues sliding and caressing together was unreal to me. Then Jenny turned to kiss me, and Valerie did the same, and before I knew it I had two tongues in my mouth, one from either side. This was something I had always fantasized about, and the reality was mind-blowing. "How did you know?" I found myself whispering.

The girls didn't answer directly, but instead conjured another longtime fantasy image from my mind as Valerie straightened herself up and offered her breasts to me and Jenny. Each of us took a nipple and sucked away while Valerie moaned with pleasure. I glanced at both her and Jenny, and they seemed totally involved. If they were acting, they were damn good at it, and that was the last time I even thought of them as putting on a show for money.

When Jenny pulled away, I discovered that Valerie had unzipped her top in the back and it stayed behind, revealing her large and beautiful tits in full. I reached out to touch them and found her willing, taking my hand and moving it in slow circles around each breast while she squirmed with pleasure. She turned over and arched backwards across my chest, thrusting her breasts high up in the air. "May I touch myself?" she asked me as she spread her legs open.

"Yes," I whispered in reply.

She smiled and moved her thong aside to stroke her pussy, and I saw that she was shaved, another incredible turn-on for me. Valerie, in the meantime, had straddled my lap and was gyrating back and forth, pulling off her black vinyl top and letting her own breasts free. For a moment she touched and squeezed them for me, leaning in close over me and Jenny to give me a good look. Then she slid down, letting her magnificent globes wrap around my rock-hard member.

"Fuck my tits, wild man," she hissed, and began to rock up and down to slide me back and forth inside her deep cleavage.

"Ooh yeah, fuck her hard," Jenny whispered as she dropped down next to Valerie to kiss her some more. The sight and sensation became too much for me, and I felt the pressure in my cock build suddenly.

"I'm going to come," I managed to say by way of warning. Valerie's response was to squeeze her breasts tighter around me and trap my manhood against her chest. In the next moment, my hot white cream spurted out between her tits, and she sat back to let Jenny rub it over her. I had never really been turned on by come-play before, but watching these girls willingly bathe in my secretions was completely new for me, and I found it exciting and hot.

"I hope you have more for me," Jenny said. "We're not finished yet, you know."

"I think we can get him hot again," Valerie smiled. The girls stood and Valerie went to the cupboard, opened it, and pulled out a damp towel which she tossed to Jenny. Then she extracted another to clean her chest while Jenny wiped my essence off her hands. Of course this wasn't a porn movie; they weren't about to lick it off each other or anything like that, and it was easy not to be too disappointed. When Jenny was finished, she folded her towel over and used it to clean me off, gently squeezing my cock to extract the last drop and smiling as she did so.

"Let's let him watch us for a while," Valerie suggested. "I'll bet we can make him come again before we're through."

While my attention had been on Jenny, Valerie had removed her panties and I saw that while she wasn't entirely shaved, her hair had been trimmed to leave only a small heart-shaped patch just above her creamy-pink pussy lips. Jenny, on the other hand, was entirely shaved, and as she stepped close to Valerie I could see that very easily as she had removed her panties as well. Both girls were now naked except for stockings, garters, and heels, and I guessed that those would probably stay on. That was fine with me.

"Why don't we give him a real lesbian show, Val," Jenny invited. "I want to make you come, baby."

"You're such a little slut, Jenny," Valerie replied as she pulled Jenny close and pressed their tits together at the nipples. "That's probably why I love to fuck you so much."

They kissed deeply once again, and I found that my cock, softened from my climax, was already stirring with further need. It had been years since I'd been inspired to get it up for a second round, but with this kind of stimulation I felt like I'd never lose my hard-on again! Valerie and Jenny quickly became absorbed with each other, and slender hands reached up and down to stroke smooth tits and legs. For some time they presented the enjoyable spectacle of two lovely girls making out, kissing lips and sucking tits and feeling each other's bodies.

"Oh, I love the way you do that," whispered Jenny as Valerie licked between her tits.

"Your pussy feels so wet, lover," Valerie said as she rubbed her fingers around Jenny's clit.

"I just can't help it, I'm so hot for you," Jenny moaned.

"Suck my nipples hard... just like that!" gasped Valerie.

"Let me feel your pussy."

"Kiss me deeper, I want your tongue in my mouth!"

"Pinch my nipples... harder... oh yes!"

"Fuck me, you slut..."

"I'll make you come, sexy bitch!"

They turned toward me in mid-kiss, tongues tickling each other and each with a hand on the other's pussy. "Come closer," Valerie said, holding out her hand in invitation. "I want you to watch me lick her sweet pussy!"

I stood up and took both their hands, letting them guide me over next to the elevated mattress. Jenny climbed up and lay down with her legs spread wide, allowing Valerie to bend down and kiss her on her shining wet pussy lips. This was something I had never seen in real life, and the sight of it gave me shivers of excitement. Soon Valerie was licking away with the enthusiasm of a porn star, while Jenny arched her back and moaned with excitement.

"Suck my titties," Jenny begged me. "Please suck them!"

I was happy to oblige her, and drew each nipple into my mouth one at a time, feeling the wetness of Valerie's saliva that had been left behind. Looking down and watching Valerie lick Jenny's pussy while I sucked her tits was even more exciting.

"Want to see us sixty-nine?" Valerie asked. I nodded and stepped away so she could step up and mount Jenny's face, and soon the two of them were going at it together. Valerie pulled up for a moment to draw me over between Jenny's legs for a closer look. When I got there, she looked up at me with an expression of unbelievable lust.

"Try her," she invited.

I was stunned - I had no idea that anything like this was allowed! Leaning in close, I gave a tentative lick over Jenny's clit, and she squirmed with response. I had no idea how to give a woman proper oral sex; the only guides I had were porn movies that I knew I couldn't trust. Valerie, however, was happy to show me by example and hold Jenny's pussy lips spread for me so I could tickle her clit with my tongue and enjoy her sweet nectar. The elevated bed held her at just the right height so that if I were inclined to, I could have stood up and slid my cock deep inside her. Of course I knew that wouldn't be permitted, but the idea of it got me hot all the same.

"I'm coming! Oh fuck, I'm coming!" Jenny squealed, and her whole body stiffened as she climaxed. Valerie's tongue joined mine on her clit to give her maximum pleasure, and after what seemed like a full minute she finally relaxed.

"This is so much fun," Valerie said, licking her lips and then kissing me deeply. "But we still have to make you come one more time, and I want to come too. Tell me how you want it, hm? You can't fuck us, but we'll do just about anything else."

I thought about what it might be like to feel both of them licking and sucking my cock, but although the prospect was exciting, I preferred to be able to touch and feel their bodies rather than just sitting back and letting them do everything. "Why don't I go sit down over there," I said, indicating the chair, "and Valerie can lie back on top of me, and Jenny can lick her pussy?"

"Oh, I like that," Valerie said. "Come on, lover, let's do it!"

We assumed the position. Valerie's body lay across me and I reached around to feel her magnificent tits. She placed her hands on top of mine and we rubbed them together while Jenny dove between Valerie's legs.

Valerie's head lay back on my shoulder, so she could lean back to tongue-kiss me while Jenny pleasured her. I loved the sound and feel of her moans as I kissed her, knowing what Jenny was doing to her, and all at once my pleasure increased as Jenny reached under Valerie's bottom and began to stroke my member while she went down on Valerie's pussy. I looked down and Jenny looked back into my eyes. For a moment I felt almost as if I were Valerie, that Jenny was licking me and not her, that the soft tits I felt were my own... and for that brief instant I came to realize that another fantasy was coming true for me, that I was actually doing lesbian lovemaking instead of just watching it. It was a dream I had always kept to myself, the idea that I could know lovemaking AS a woman and from a woman... but it was fleeting, and in the same moment I returned to my own body.

"Feel my cunt," Valerie whispered to me, and I moved my hand down to stroke her pussy between the strokes of Jenny's tongue.

"No, inside me," Valerie begged. "I want you to finger-fuck me. Come on, lover, I want you in me..."

I slid my finger deep into Valerie's pussy, making her gasp and then suck my tongue deep into her mouth. Jenny crawled up over the top of us and rested her tits down on Valerie's, joining the kiss. I felt Valerie shiver, and as her pussy tightened around my finger I knew she was coming. My own cock felt ready to explode at the slightest touch.

Then Valerie pulled herself away from my hand and lay down beside me, even as Jenny lay down at the other side, and they resumed kissing me again with their bodies pressed into me at either side and with their hands stroking my cock.

"One more time," Jenny whispered through the kiss.

"Come for us," Valerie begged.

For the second time that night I released my load, and felt the girls' hands grow slippery as they rubbed me with my own come. They pumped me even as I climaxed, squeezing every last drop out and rocking their hips against my legs as if I were fucking them both at the same time. At last I was spent, and the girls reclined with me, their hands still gently stroking my spent manhood, their bodies warm and soft alongside me.

The last song on my custom CD faded out as a faint bell sounded, and I knew my half hour was up.

Valerie and Jenny both sighed with disappointment. "Are you sure we couldn't take you for another ride?" Jenny asked me. "There's so much more we can do to you."

"And to each other," Valerie added.

"I wish I could, girls," I replied sadly, "but I only brought enough for one round. I can't have what I can't pay for."

They both stood up. "No, that's true enough," Jenny said. "Well, we hope you enjoyed yourself."

"Very much," I said truthfully.

"And we hope you'll come back and see us again," Valerie said coyly as she pulled her top back on and hid her breasts from view once more.

The girls both got their clothes back on, and I made use of a towel to clean myself up. My head still swam with the aftereffect of two massive orgasms, and I was glad I didn't have any more money on me - they'd have had it!

"He's been so good," Jenny said to Valerie. "One more kiss?"

"Why not?" Valerie agreed with a smile. The two girls touched lips to lips one more time, then turned to me.

"You can get dressed now," Jenny said. "Thanks for coming, sweetie."

* * * * *

"We hope you had a good time," said the pretty Asian girl who had taken Jenny's place behind the window.

"An amazing time," I replied. "I'll have to come back again."

"Oh, that reminds me," she said, digging under the counter. "Your models wanted you to have these. They're invitations to return."

I looked at the cards, one from each of my ladies of the evening, offering to pay my cover charge if I returned for an hour session with them. "Tell them thanks for me," I replied. "I'm not sure when I'll be back, but I hope it won't be too long. Do you all put on as great a show as they do?"

"I'd be willing to give it a try," she said with a smile.

"Maybe on my return visit," I said. "Goodnight."

"Come back again!" she called as I left the building.

What happened next? Well, I went home, driving mechanically and trying not to let my head be filled with the incredible events of the evening. The first thing I did upon arriving home was to change into my swimsuit and go dip in the community pool, to make good my story to the wife about swimming and to cover any trace of perfumes the girls might have been wearing with chlorine. Then I threw my clothes in the wash and lay down with my CD playing, going over the night again in my mind and basking in the afterglow of finally, finally feeling sexually satisfied.

The next morning I woke with my wife by my side, and oddly the anticipated guilt never set in. Actually, I found myself quite drawn to her, and my affectionate mood must have been catching because she actually got receptive to a little marital sex that night. It was nothing as wild as my romp with Jenny and Valerie, of course, but I found that with my frustrations vanquished and with the help of what had suddenly become some very sexy music, we both had our best fuck in years!

Who knew that a ride with a pair of whores would actually make things better with my wife? In any event, I've already started saving for my next visit to Trixie's – I have a fantasy about an Asian and a redhead, perhaps in nursing uniforms...