5 comments/ 25616 views/ 9 favorites Tall Tales, Threats, And Threesomes By: herslave420 I was sitting in the far corner of the reading room inside the Parker Family Mansion, a sprawling one hundred and fifty year old sugar plantation located on the Savannah River, with my older brother Jason and we were doing what we did best, gossip. Good old fashioned "did ya hear about?" between the two of us, facilitated I was sure by the joint I had pressured him into sharing with me out in the garden, amongst the walled maze of blooming confederate jasmine and majestic, moss covered oaks before coming back inside , to blend in unnoticed into the art auction that had been going on all night. We sat on the corner of the small bar snickering under our breath just like we had as teenagers , when our parents used to drag us here for parties or functions and our mother would end up berating us about our abhorrent behavior in public, and neither of us caring then or now as we sat telling tall tales. "How much money, Jordan?" Jason had asked, astonished at my first answer to his question. "Ten ...thousand...." I repeated flatly, not cracking a smile. " He's a circuit court judge ....who we've known since we were kids , hell he bailed us both outta jams more than once!" he admonished , still thrown by what I had just told him as he watched the old man in the powder blue suit walk across the room . " Ok.... So he's a cool old judge with a penchant for escorts and high stakes poker, and he also owes me ten grand." I smirked at him as I signaled the waiter floating by for another vodka tonic. "Alright, who else?" he asked laughing at my statement. I looked around the packed to the gills room, picking my next victim, familiar, well dressed faces littered the crowd , people he and I had known for years either personally, professionally or through our parents and their very active social life . I zeroed in on Amanda Hayes, beautiful, blonde, angelic, and also just like most of the people in this room, she was hiding a secret. One that I was sure could bring her seemingly good girl image crashing down around her and ruin her perfect family in the process. The daughter of a well-known , well liked, and very proud Baptist minister here in Savannah, Amanda was the epitome of a preacher's daughter, dressed down in a pastel blue summer dress that hid her curves well, with her hair back in a ponytail complete with a ribbon matching her dress, and very little makeup. "Amanda Hayes..... She shoots and stars in amateur porn when she's away at college." I said, smiling at his stunned reaction. " Holy shit Jordan, how could you possibly know that?" he asked curiously, blatantly staring at the attractive young woman. "Where do you think she got the money for the production equipment ....and she paid me back six months into her first year with interest , she is a smart girl ,very business savvy with just a touch of freak." I grinned. We were both giggling about our conversation, laughing like we always did, enjoying one another's company for the first time in a very long time. The animosity between us had seemed to subside for the moment, and it felt good to have my brother back even just for a random evening, despite the strain that still lingered we were slowly trying to heal the damage of harsh words and disagreements that had bruised our normally deep bond, over the last year . "Is there anyone in this town you don't have dirt on?" he asked curiously as he glanced around the room. As his new wife Ashley walked slowly up behind us , looming like the predator she seemed to be my demeanor instantly changed and I was quickly on guard , it was no secret that I didn't like his new bride and made no qualms about it . "Yes ... Your new wife." I said under my breath, frowning in disappointment as she slithered up next to him, her perfect smile, perfect blonde hair and perfect tits that were spilling out of the little black dress she wore instantly getting under my skin. "And just what are the two if you talking about?" she asked playfully, all the while her eyes on mine, glaring at me. You could feel the tension between us, it had been there the minute I had met her and the very moment she first spoke to me a year ago, Ashley Brooks Keller had seemed too perfect, and it had set off my alarm bells instantly. "The dirty little secrets people try to keep." I said to the buxom blonde. "Well I'm sure the room is full of them." she said sarcastically, tightening her grip on Jason's arm and clearly putting an end to any fun we were having. I looked at my brother and smiled before kissing him lightly on the cheek. "Thanks for hanging out, I'll see you later." I said before walking away from the two of them, not wanting to get into a pissing contest with her once again over Jason's time, or some snippy conversation that I didn't have time for. I could hear the two of them as I strolled casually away , bickering as they usually did , her scolding him for being high which was my fault and that would lead to them squabbling about me . I didn't trust her, I knew very little about her and that was only because Jason had asked me not to check on her background, not to be my normal paranoid self, and I had honored his wish despite how wary I was of her. They had only been together barely a year now , had gotten married four months into their whirlwind romance , my brother had been reeling from a breakup with Becca of their six year relationship after giving her the ultimatum of him or her involvement with me and our growing illegal empire . Becca had chosen power and it had crushed him, they no longer spoke and the animosity between them was still fresh and seething. As for him and I, it took months for him to stop blaming me for her choice or to even speak to me and with Ashely around repairing our wounded relationship would be difficult. I melted easily into the crowd, an eclectic mix of old money and local artists for the art exhibit and auction being put on by Caroline Carson, the curator of The Savannah Museum of Art. My oldest, deepest addiction had asked me to come, knowing I would never say no to her and was always willing to lend my family name to anything she was doing to raise money or promote local artists. Catered food, flowing drinks , soft jazz and open checkbooks would be how the evening would go , it was never about the incredible talent Caroline had put together, it was always about who could write the fattest check and outdo one another in bidding and bragging rights. I moved through the growing crowd giving polite hellos, and agreeing to drinks or a meeting here or there, but really needing some air as I worked my way through the main dining hall and out onto the rear patio through the glass french doors, the warm June breeze felt good against my cool skin. Looking down at my Movado watch, it was only nine p.m. and it would be another hour until the auction began, and I was beginning to feel restless. I stood quietly in the darkness for a moment letting the buzz I felt sink in a bit more, and wondering if I would see Rachael tonight? I had been back almost two weeks from South Beach and had only seen my brunette banker twice since rekindling our affair and both of those times Becca had been with me. I wasn't sure which was worse, choosing not to have Rachael Harris when I could or choosing to have her and not having any time to perpetuate our ongoing affair. We hadn't had any time to feed my monster or hers, our lives being too busy to give in to our own selfish needs, and quick whispers of need and want were not satisfying either of us. My little monster was beginning to get impatient, and I decided to go looking for a fix, something to curb the gnawing need, something to entertain it for the time being until I could properly feed it . I had lost Becca once we arrived; she was always networking no matter where we were or what we were doing it was business first with her, she had agreed to come with me despite knowing she may see Jason. I walked slowly along the edge of the garden, along the red brick paved walkway, working my way to the side entrance to slip back into the fray of the evening, back into the boring conversations, and arrogant attitudes. As I made my way toward the corner of the enormous ten room antebellum home, I could hear them laughing before I saw them. Deep, near howling laughter that carried throughout the garden, the soft pale light of the porch lamp shown across them as they stood against the railing of the wrap around porch, sipping on their cocktails and obviously telling tall tales. Becca Jameson my loyal best friend and partner in crime was standing next to Rachael Harris and Caroline Carson, my newest and longest addictions together in one place, how lucky was I? My little monster perked up, curious at the sight in front of it, all three women looked stunning dressed impeccably for the evening. Becca was looking gorgeous as usual in an emerald green cocktail dress, which hugged her curves and accentuated her very ample bosom. Rachael looked ravishing in a black Donna Karan strapless dress, her brunette hair loose and curling around her gorgeous face. My redheaded lover Caroline wore a simple black cocktail dress that dipped enticingly low in the front and even more so in the back, just low enough to see the top of the white G string panties she wore. The three of them stood their laughing and talking, deep into their conversation and completely unaware of me watching them. I stood quietly taking them in, my eyes on my gorgeous brunette banker and my redheaded lover, watching them interact. For most people the sight of Caroline and Rachael standing so close would not even peak their interest, or as a lover of both spur the ugly face of jealousy, but I noticed the charge in the air, I honed in on it instantly. It was the subtle way Caroline was touching my brunette lover, as she stood between my oldest addiction and the woman that knew almost everything about me. A soft touch at the small of Rachael's back as they stood talking, and the slight way Caroline was slipping her fingers back and forth against the belt at Rachael's waist. That simple action would have caused anyone to second guess any lover, but not me and these two women, for me it triggered something entirely different, this feeling coursing through me as I walked slowly toward them was far from jealousy and bordered on a physical need to be consumed by one or both of them. My best friend had no idea, of the pull these two women had over me, she of course knew of my long standing affair with Caroline but had no idea of the craving I had for the brunette. One had groomed me, making me addicted to her for years now, and the other was slowly becoming a much needed high for me, a fix I constantly craved and would gladly feed given the opportunity. "Which story are you telling now?" I asked breaking up their laughter as they all three turned around to face me, smiling at my sudden appearance. "For once Jordan, it's not about you it's about my trip to San Juan last year." Becca said as she leaned over the railing giving me a face full of delicious cleavage, and smiling playfully at me. "Good!" I said relieved, smiling as I stepped up onto to the porch joining them. Both of my lovers took me in from head to toe, their eyes glancing over my body here or there, I had chosen my favorite pair of black Armani pants and a purple silk, scoop neck blouse. "But... if you like I can tell a Jordan story?" she threatened her grin devilish and infecting. "Oh please do!" Rachael agreed a bit too enthusiastically, egging my best friend on and smiling triumphantly at me. "Be my guest!" I said sarcastically, with a wave of my hand and glaring at Rachael for even suggesting it. I ordered us a round of drinks and sent the fluttering waiter on his way, I leaned against the railing and watched as Becca began to tell her favorite story that involved myself and the wife of a wealthy Texas cattle rancher that I had bought property from some years back . "The guy must have been sixty at the time, and his wife was what, thirty five?" she asked looking at me for confirmation, as she began the lurid tale. "Yes, and I was twenty four." I answered, looking at Caroline who was smiling at the age difference because she knew my penchant for older women had stemmed from years of being her plaything. "This woman the ex beauty queen and her husband wanted to sell their ranch and move to the Florida Keys, so ever the diligent businesswoman our Jordan here arranged to see the property." Becca continued, I drifted off not listening. I knew the story well and turned my attention to Rachael as she listened intently, laughing at Becca's humorous retelling of one of my tall tales. I stood next to my best friend, laughing at all the right points but fully lost in the idea forming in my head. My addiction to these two women was coming to life, my skin began to crawl, I was anxious for a hit of my favorite drug. And having them both was becoming a need I would surely fill, as I began to imagine having them both at the same time, I quickly had to look away from my gorgeous brunette banker and my seductive redhead, longtime lover but not before Caroline saw it, she knew me well, knew what I would be thinking and the sly grin across her full red lips said so. "We had spent the day, taking a look at the property on horseback which I hated mind you and they insisted we stay the night so we could see it in its entire splendor the next day." Becca continued laying out the tawdry tale, for the two women listening so intently. I finished my drink and stood there waiting for the story to end, rolling my eyes at her as she embellished. " We had a lovely dinner of classic Texas bar b que, enjoyed the hospitality, beautiful scenery and amazing heat, it had to be well into the hundreds even at ten o'clock at night ....anyway." she paused looking at me for agreement. I nodded and she continued, weaving her tale. "We slept in the guest house that evening , despite the oppressive heat and the last thing I remember before dozing off around midnight was Jordan telling me she was going for a swim because she couldn't sleep." she added with a roll of her eyes at me. "What ...I couldn't sleep!" I admonished, throwing my hands up in defeat. " Yea ok ..." she continued, ignoring my defense "Anyway I get woken up sometime around two am and I get up to check on my dear best friend because she couldn't possibly still be swimming, and I come out of the bedroom stumbling in the dark to find yours truly ..." she added with a dramatic pause and a point in my direction. "On the couch of the one bedroom guesthouse with the beauty queen buried between her legs." she glared at me, disappointed in my behavior like she always was. "We did get the property for less than the asking price." I joked, as the other two women burst out laughing. "What did she do, knock off ten grand for each orgasm?" Caroline asked with a hearty laugh. This brought a new round of raucous laughter from my two lovers, and my best friend. "In my defense yet again, I did turn her down earlier that day when she gave me a tour of the house and you and her old man were haggling over the price!" I said defiantly to Becca. "I'm sure that just made her pursue you more, I know I would have. "Caroline added, starting another round of laughter. I felt comfortable for the first time in weeks, my business was thriving both legitimately and illegitimately, I was surrounded by people I trusted and felt completely comfortable with, having a lighthearted moment between a few friends. It's funny how that can change in an instant. I saw my brother walking toward us from behind Becca, a slight frown across his handsome features and as he got closer I realized just how much like our father he was looking these days. With his goatee and graying at the temples, dark brown hair he was beginning to look more and more like our old man the older he got, which was ironic because father and son were total polar opposites. Becca turned just as he walked up, putting them face to face for the first time since he had gotten married four months ago. The tension between them was instantly felt, a smoldering anger that quickly flashed in her suddenly stormy, blue eyes, I knew that look, but I wasn't sure Jason did and I stepped between them as they stared at one another, hateful words threatening to come out at any minute. "What's up?" I asked steering him away from the three women, trying to avoid an awkward scenario between him and Becca. I could see the three women scatter out of the corner of my eye, Becca still not wanting to be near him and the other two not wanting to intrude. I turned just in time to see Caroline's hand at the small of Rachael's back again, guiding her back inside the house and out of my sight for the moment. I had heard what Jason had asked me, it simply took a minute for it to register because I had been distracted by the two beautiful women. "You want me to what?" I asked him, not sure I had heard him correctly and I stood there stunned for just a moment waiting for him to repeat himself. "I think you should let Mitchell go, so Ashley and I can run the restaurant together." he said again, clearly he was not realizing what he was asking. I stood there staring at him like he was a stranger, as if he had not grown up in this dysfunctional family of drug traffickers and bootleggers and I could feel the anger welling up in my chest, and threatening to come out. "Listen to me Jason because I'm only going to say this once... Mitchell Owens will continue to manage the restaurant he is there for one reason and one reason only!" I growled through gritted teeth, trying not to raise my voice at the absurdity of his suggestion. "She's my wife, and she should have a place in the family businesses!" he fired back, trying to further his justification of such an idiotic idea. "She's a fucking outsider and just because you decided to marry her does not mean she gets a spot instantly... did you forget why I put Mitchell there?" I asked, trying not to shout at him. "No!" he snarled, angry at me for not giving him what he asked for, and hating the reason why. "So unless you're ready to step in to that world with me and pad the books and wash money for me I suggest you drop this ridiculous idea!" I snapped turning and leaving him standing there defeated and angry at me. I was sure this wasn't my brother's idea, but I expected him to be smarter than this, smart enough to keep his new wife out of our business and away from anything I was involved in. As I bounded up the stairs and entered through the french doors that led to the main ballroom I caught sight of my brother's new bride and instantly moved in her direction, incredibly angry and intent on telling her what I thought of their idea. Caroline's hand on my hip stopped me, holding me in place and getting my instant attention. "Now, now darling let's not be rash." she said, her warm breath against my ear giving me chills as she spoke, her voice taking a calm yet authoritative tone with me. "Come have a smoke with me and let's see if we can take your mind off all this sudden drama?" she suggested with a smile, taking my hand and leading me back outside. The touch of her hand changed the anger I was feeling to one of a pure craving for her, the simple touch reminding me of what I had wanted only minutes ago. As we walked I caught sight of my brother and the new wife arguing again I was sure over me, and causing one more riff between me and my brother that would at some point have to be repaired. Once outside I took a deep breath, and continued to let my gorgeous redhead lover lead me by the hand through the darkness and down toward the river. Tall Tales, Threats, And Threesomes Towards the secluded whitewashed gazebo that sat at the water's edge, away from the house, the auction, and the crowd. We stepped inside the small secluded structure, and I breathed in and out again deeply trying to relax a bit more. "Now isn't this better than some ugly scene?" Caroline asked as she stood next to me in the dark, quiet place. "Yes." I mumbled, agreeing but still aggravated at the evening so far. "I don't believe you Jordan." She said as she reached into her little black clutch. Caroline produced a perfect hand rolled joint, lit it and inhaled deeply before passing it to me. "Here, take a minute and relax." she said, holding in the dense smoke. We stood quietly, passing the joint back and forth for a few more minutes letting my anger subside, Caroline took another long, slow drag and stepped into me, a playful grin on her gorgeous face as she softly she tipped my chin up, pulling my lips within centimeters of hers, almost touching them. Slowly she exhaled, shot gunning a solid stream of smoke as I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes and tipping my head back as I held my breath for a moment before exhaling slowly. With one hand she pulled me further back into the gazebo, out of the full moonlight and into the shadows, pushing me back onto the wicker chaise lounge behind us. The soft, silky black dress she wore slid up revealing creamy thighs as she straddled my waist and once again she inhaled deeply on the joint, leaning down over me she exhaled slowly moaning lightly at the feel of my fingers teasing the insides of her thighs. My head was swirling, and my little monster was in heaven, I craved this from her, the familiar burn she could start in me. " So, I take it you're not mad at me anymore about that situation with the intriguing FBI agent?" she asked as she dropped the joint on the small table beside us and sat back on my thighs. Caroline was still concerned that I was angry at her about Agent Emilee Welsh, and I had been at first after having been put into that situation. But no one knew the outcome of that alliance but me and the beautiful Agent Welsh and that was a tall tale of mine I would never share, with anyone. I exhaled as I let my hands wander over her body, over firm thighs and up her toned stomach and full breasts before I gripped her by the neck with both hands pulling her back down into a slow, deep kiss. "Yes, I'm still mad." I said teasing her, breaking the kiss and chuckling as she frowned at my answer. "I never meant to get you wrapped up in my deal." she purred as let her hands wander along my ribs and up to cup both my breasts. "It worked out, no harm done." I whispered, letting my lips trail the warm skin of her neck. Caroline gasped as I slipped my hand between her legs, curling my fingers and pressing hard against her clit through the thin panties she wore. The blood pumping quickly through my body made my skin feel as if it was on fire, and the rush of touching her was only heightened by the gasp that escaped her as she flung her head back. I sat up, wrapping her long legs around my waist to pull her closer, as our lips crashed hard against the others; Caroline slipped my hand back between her spread legs. She was soaking wet for me and I moaned at the feeling, as I slipped my fingers back and forth, tugging at the flimsy material and letting my knuckles slide back and forth in her wetness. "Oh Jordan." she whispered softly against my lips, her voice breathy, raspy with familiar need. This is what I wanted, what I needed for the moment to curb my little monster, to ride out this high my longest addiction still could give me. With her hands on my shoulders Caroline began grinding deliberately against my sliding hand shamelessly, her full panting lips teased against mine as she began to moan for me, a soft, gasping moan that made my little monster more intent at feeding from her. "Ahem!" It was an intrusive sound, the interruption was loud and came from behind us somewhere in the darkness, and Caroline instantly stood up pulling away from me and adjusting her dress. "Dammit, Marcus what is it!" she snapped, as her longtime assistant stepped closer to the gazebo. "I'm sorry Caroline, but they need you to start the auction." he said apologetically, as he stood with his back to us trying to be polite in an awkward situation, even though this wasn't the first time Marcus had interrupted us the scene combined with my current stoned state of mind made me laugh out loud . "Fuck!" Caroline grumbled as she grabbed her clutch and stomped toward her assistant. "We will finish this conversation later Jordan!" she said confidently, before turning and walking back toward the mansion. I sat quietly for a moment trying to collect myself, smiling at how easily I could be seduced by her, how easily I slipped into the role of lover with her, anytime or anywhere she could wake my little monster and often times tame it. I took my time wandering back to the party going on inside, cutting around the house through the garden again to avoid interrupting the auction and ending up in the rear of the enormous home, before quietly slipping in the back door. Everyone bidding would be in the main ballroom, and as I scanned the crowd I spotted Becca and Rachael sitting together in the front row, and the District Attorney husband right beside my stunning brunette banker making it difficult to continue feeding my still starving monster. My best friend was bidding on an oil painting, of a meadow landscape done by a local artist, Caroline had featured his work at the museum many times and Becca had loved the pieces then so it didn't surprise me that she would drop a small fortune on one of her own. I watched as Caroline gave the background of the artist, walking back and forth as she spoke showing just a glimpse of her toned thigh as she moved, the dress flowing with her body. My brunette banker was staring too, watching just as I was at Caroline who continued to speak, not focused on what she was saying; but rather the way Caroline was moving. My brunette banker let her eyes wander over the redhead's body, as she strolled casually back and forth on the small stage that had been set up in the middle of the lavish room. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of my brother, he was standing toward the rear of the crowd, his look angry, his stare almost cold. Following his line of sight I saw what had him so agitated, Becca was speaking with the artist whose painting she had just purchased. They had obviously passed pleasantries and were clearly, openly flirting with one another, she was leaning a little too close and the young dark haired twenty-something had his hand comfortably perched on her thigh. The district attorney moving caught my eye and woke my little monster, and I smiled at the opportunity when I saw him walk out of the auction with Judge Smith. The two men seemed deep in conversation, and hopefully he would be distracted long enough for me to get another fix. Rachael's piercing green eyes were instantly pulling my gaze as if she had known what I was thinking, and I moved immediately not wanting to waste time and moved away from the crowd and down the narrow hallway toward the restrooms. Slipping inside the ladies room I stood against the sink waiting patiently to feed my monster, knowing she would follow, she always did. The sensation that crept through me at the idea of touching her, of having her made my pulse race, hard and fast as I stood waiting for my fix. When the door did swing open it wasn't my brunette banker as I had expected, it was my brother's new wife advancing on me quickly, a look of pure anger on her face. I turned around and stood my ground, instantly on the defense as she stopped just inches in front of me, her blue eyes dark and threatening as she tried to stare me down. "If you think you can keep me from what's mine , you will be sadly mistaken!" she snarled, and I couldn't help but smile, finding her threat comical as I stepped into her personal space, close , almost touching and making her step back . "What's yours, really?" I growled angry at her choice of words, I stopped moving when I had her backed up against the opposite wall. "You clearly misunderstand your role in this family sweetheart.... so I suggest before you go making idle threats you speak to your husband about exactly how this works, and who's in charge!" I hissed between gritted teeth. The bathroom door opening caused me to step back from her quickly, the two of us glaring at one another, the tension between us thick and threatening. "Jordan, are we all good here?" Rachael asked from behind Ashley, her look one of concern and her tone protective, never taking her eyes off me. "Yes, we are all done here." I mumbled, stepping past Ashley and out the door followed closely by Rachael. I was headed straight for Jason, but Rachael's hand on the back of my arm guided me past hallway to the main ballroom and into the library of the enormous mansion. I was seething, and any promise I had made to my brother where his new wife was concerned had just been broken, and by midday of the next day I could know everything about Ashley Brooks Keller that I should have already known. And clearly needed to know. Rachael closed the door, the distinct click of the lock not lost on me and watched me intently as I paced, I was sure she wouldn't realize that even in the middle of being angry my little monster was acutely aware of her closeness . "Jordan, what was all that about?" she asked, still concerned about what she had just witnessed. I stepped toward her, not caring that there was no time for us to really feed our addictions to one another, not caring at all that someone might wonder where she was. Rachael gasped as my lips touched hers, softly at first before melding into a deep, slow, stirring kiss as my anger completely subsided and my focus solely became about feeding my little monster, Rachael moaned into my mouth as I gripped her hips and began backing her toward the antique civil war officers desk that sat in the middle of the room. Pushing her back against it I broke the kiss and knelt in front of her, letting my hands glide smoothly up her thighs bunching the navy blue, strapless dress up and out of my way. "Jordan there's no time!" she weakly objected, moaning again as I slipped the silky black panties to the side and sucked her clit between my lips before sliding my tongue roughly against it. She cried out, a moan of pure pleasure as she gripped the desk, her hands at either side of her hips, her nails scraping and digging into the aged wood. Rachael's hips pumped almost uncontrollably against my mouth, her breathing became a hurried rhythmic pant as I devoured her. With my hands on the back of her thighs I pushed her back further up onto the desk, and never lost contact with that pulsing bundle between my lips. With my hands on both of her knees I spread her legs, holding them apart, opening her up for me as I sucked deeply again on her clit making her gasp and arch against the desk. Rachael began to shake almost uncontrollably as my tongue swept back and forth over her throbbing clit, deep ragged breaths shook her body over and over as she came hard and fast gasping my name breathlessly over and over, her nails digging into my scalp as she tangled fistfuls of my hair, holding me exactly where she wanted me. Rachael fell back on the desk, her legs trembling over my shoulders as she whimpered through her orgasm, trying desperately to be quiet despite the pleasure that was coursing through her body, and I held on taking every bit of her that I could, feeding my craving for her. My brunette banker sat up , her breathing ragged as she came down from her orgasm, her lips on mine in an instant, tasting herself on me as we kissed, her body still shaking slightly as I pulled her against me. Her hands began to move slowly up my stomach, and over my breasts, the kiss becoming deeper and more about need. As much as I didn't want to, I pulled away from her stepping back and helping her off the desk smoothing her dress down modestly, and running my fingers through my hair trying to straighten it. "We should go." I said, trying to be rational. "Just like that, with no chance to repay such an intense experience?" she teased, reaching out for me. "And as much as I do need that...this was dangerous enough." I said. Rachael shook her head in disagreement and walked slowly toward the door, stopping before opening it she turned to look at me. "The nights not over Jordan and I will repay the favor." she said with a sure grin before unlocking the door and stepping out into the hallway. I could ride this rush for hours, this feeling of conquest and the anticipation of fulfillment that may happen later in the evening whether it is my redhead lover Caroline, or my sexy brunette banker Rachael that eventually would satisfy my cravings. The winning bidders were all checking out their latest purchases, bragging and fawning over their newly acquired prize as I worked around the edge of the room looking for Becca. "We need to talk!" my brother grumbled from behind me. I turned around, recognizing that look on his handsome face, anger; that was aimed at me. "You threatened my wife!" he hissed, under his breath trying not to draw attention to us. Grabbing his arm I pulled him toward the entrance and out into the front driveway, away from eavesdropping strangers and prying eyes, he pulled away from me, glaring at me, wanting an answer. "No threats ... I simply told her to talk to her husband, so you could explain the rules to her!" I said defending myself, my anger peaking at both the accusation and the idea that he would believe her. "Why would she lie Jordan, she's my wife?" he asked, clearly upset. "You're fucking kidding me right?" I asked, hurt that he would believe a practical stranger over his only sister, his flesh and blood. "She's my wife, I love her and like it or not she will be involved in my restaurant!" he snapped. "Don't push this Jason!" I warned, worried that the strain between us already was being manipulated to push us further apart. "Don't threaten me Jordan I'm not some flunky courier or some fucking lowlife drug dealer, it won't work!" he snapped again before turning and walking back inside. I stood there dumbfounded at what had just happened, confused at his behavior, and angry at our confrontation and worried where this would all lead. I had two choices of how to deal with this , break my brothers heart and expose his wife for what I knew she was, a spiteful bitch who thought she was entitled to things simply because she hooked him on the rebound, or just not bother, let the evening slide and let the train wreck of their marriage unravel on its own? I waited a few minutes, my buzz gone, my anger still brewing and my little monster had crept back into its depths, pouting that we weren't going to be playing anymore tonight. I found Becca in a quiet corner with the young artist in the front sitting room, he was a very handsome prospect to mend her bruised emotions with. After polite introductions between him and me, I pulled my best friend aside away from her soon to be conquest. "Is it safe to assume, that the rest of your evening you will be passing the time with the painter?" I asked, anxious to get out of the place. "He will be in love by morning, and then I'll gently crush his soul." she half joked, her smile brilliant and her blue eyes playful. "That's my girl, well in that case I'm going home." I said with a soft kiss to her cheek. Caroline was still hosting the auction holding court like usual and Rachael was closely flanked by her husband I noticed as I made my exit, it would be too much trouble to feed my monster in such a crowded setting and the family drama had left me in a foul mood so I decided to go home. I slipped out virtually unnoticed and waited patiently for the valet to bring my car around, the conversation I'd just had with my brother fresh on my mind and my temper threatening to explode. I tipped the young high school student fifty dollars and climbed into my car, speeding out of the driveway headed home, away from anymore drama. The Foo Fighters kept me company as I drove, Dave Grohls sheer musical genius filling the speakers around me as I sped down highway eighty in my Porsche, through Whitemarsh Island headed to my beach house on Tybee Island. My life was entirely too complicated to have to worry about Ashley's petulance, I didn't have the time or want to waste the energy on her or her delusions of entitlement. My life was not something I needed a stranger stomping around in and I hoped Jason would be sensible and drop the entire silly notion. The marsh was all but a blur in my headlights as I sped down the dark two lane road, it was just after eleven p.m. as I turned off highway eighty onto Millers Cove road and slammed the car down a gear, picking up speed as I got closer to home , closer to my sanctuary. Once inside the comfort of my two story home I set the alarm system and checked all the digital cameras that kept diligent watch over my "compound on the beach" as Becca called it. Sliding out of my clothes I slipped on my black bikini, turned on the sound system, and let the Bose speakers flood the entire house with the intro of Ted Nugent's ominous guitar riff of stranglehold, then out through the rear sliding doors I strolled, before diving gracefully into the pool . The warm water soothed my tense muscles as I swam, churning through the illuminated pool until I reached the opposite end, a deep breath and a dive under sent me gliding through the water back again and into my second lap . Lap after lap I swam, losing count stroke after stroke until I could feel that ache in my shoulders telling me I was probably done. The earlier stress caused by my brother and his new wife was gone and I had decided to let the whole unreasonable incident blow over, I had made my decision and would not change my mind because I didn't see her as a credible threat and at a little after midnight I went back inside and climbed into the shower. Feeling relaxed and refreshed from a hot shower, I was intent on calling it a night and crawling into my comfortable bed for some rest, but as I walked out drying my damp hair with a towel and shaking it out while singing along with Sheryl Crow, I was stopped in my tracks, the word ambush suddenly coming to mind. My little monster growled, waking back up and ready to play. Caroline was sitting comfortably with her legs crossed showing just the right amount of thigh, her shoes were off and a half empty whiskey glass in her hand as she sat in the oversize black leather chair in the corner of my bedroom. Rachael was reclined in the middle of my king size bed, on her back propped on her elbows, smiling devilishly at me, bare feet crossed at the ankles, and her long tan legs teasing me. "I clearly need a new security system." I joked, smiling as I tossed the towel to the floor, standing there between them feeling like helpless prey between two predators. "Don't be mad, we let ourselves in." Caroline said grinning at me. I had given them both the security code at some point in our torrid affairs, trusting them both to come and go whenever they needed. Now with both of them here in my bedroom, their eyes on my nearly naked body covered only by a pair black boy shorts, I felt my monster fully come out, ready for both of them because it had no regard for morality, decency or danger. I could feel my skin humming with anticipation, the intense throbbing ache between my legs, and the wetness I felt at the idea of what could happen, or what was going to happen was nearly overwhelming, but I stood patiently waiting to feed my urges. Tall Tales, Threats, And Threesomes "It seems that Caroline and I have one particular thing in common." Rachael said with a wicked grin, as she looked over at my redhead lover and then back at me. Caroline stood and walked slowly toward me, I never broke Rachael's gaze even when Caroline eased behind me, letting her hands snake around my waist pulling me back against her. "Do know what that is Jordan?" Caroline asked, her soft lips grazing against my ear as she spoke. Rachael's eyes were dark and smoldering as she watched my redheaded lover touch me, Caroline's hands slipping up my stomach to cover my breasts, cupping them as she held me against her body. "Me." I answered quietly, "Smart girl." Caroline quipped as she slid her fingertips along the inside of the waistband of the thin undergarment I wore, making me shiver. "But, you left before we could all discuss it." Rachael grumbled disapprovingly. "I'd had enough drama for one night." I mumbled, tilting my head to the side as Caroline bit lightly at my rapidly heating skin. "Well, I can assure you one thing Jordan..." Rachael said confidently as she slid to the edge of the bed and stood before me slowly peeling off her dress and panties before stepping out of them, leaving them lay where they fell in a pile next to her feet. "There's no drama here." she whispered as she stepped to me, her eyes searching mine, looking for a sign that I understood what she was saying. I was pinned between them, Rachael's naked body pressed into mine, and Caroline's still fully clothed body behind me, holding me in place by my hips. "Just opportunity." Caroline said confidently, turning me around to face her before kissing me slowly, making me moan at the feel of her supple lips. This was not going to be your random pornographic moment or a quick romp like that night at Caroline's, in her study; it was a deliberate action, a plan to claim me because they knew I could not reject them. They knew my addictions to both of them ran deep and that I would not balk at an opportunity to feed my jones for them. I leaned into Caroline's kiss, my hands slipping around to unzip her little black dress an easily slip it off her shoulders. I heard Rachael growl hungrily at the sight of Caroline's naked curves, and felt the growl reverberate through my entire body. Rachael's warm lips kissed the back of my neck and over the top of my right shoulder; her hands stroking my body here and there making me writhe between the two beautiful women. Caroline broke our kiss, turning me back around and making quick work of my boy shorts peeling them down my legs, raking her long nails down the back of my thighs as she moved making me gasp into Rachael's amazing lips. The three of us ended up on my bed, a mass of moving flesh, I watched intently as my two lovers kissed one another, exploring the attraction they had to each other, with long, slow, teasing kisses that made me tremble, the entire scene before me a complete turn on. The feel of both of them touching me was nearly too much to bare and a complete sensory overload for me, their sure, pleasing hands trailing over my naked flesh, their lips on mine, or moving over my breasts and down my stomach made my breathing erratic. They made me arch and moan under their familiar touches, and when Caroline slipped between my legs I cried out at the feel of her tongue against my pulsing clit. Rachael leaned down over me and consumed me in a deep, languid kiss, the combined feeling of Caroline's expert tongue and the possessive, incredibly seductive way Rachael was kissing me made me shudder. Rachael's warm lips teased against mine as Caroline devoured me, barely sucking at my clit and teasing me with light flicks of her tongue. "She looks so sexy between your legs." she whispered, turning to watch Caroline, and threading her fingers in her wild red hair, tangling it and pushing on the back of Caroline's head. The pressure was intense, making me shudder and Caroline moaned at my reaction and began to suck harder, holding my hips down firmly as she slipped her tongue into me. Rachael moved slowly, kneeling over me with her knees on either side of my head and facing Caroline, I grabbed her hips pulling her into my mouth licking slowly at her clit, the strangled cry that escaped her caught Caroline's attention and she paused momentarily sliding up to kiss my brunette banker passionately. The sounds in the room began to mix together, the music still pumping out of the sound system, the breathy gasps and moans of pleasure, and cries of more and deeper as we gave into one another. Caroline's fingers slipped into me, pumping deep and slow making me arch under the two of them, Rachael moved back and forth against my mouth as I sucked greedily on her clit, finding a perfect rhythm and moaning loudly as her body began to shake. Caroline sucked deeply at my clit making me moan even louder and suck harder at Rachael's, who leaned forward both of her hands spreading out over my breasts for balance , her hips moving in a slow, deliberate pace against my mouth as she began to moan louder and louder and breathe a bit faster . My hips began to thrust back against Caroline's fingers and mouth, my thighs were shaking and I was soaking Caroline's fingers as I moved faster and faster seeking release. "Oh... fuck..... Jordan! "Rachael cried out as her orgasm began, with my hands on her hips firmly I flattened my tongue letting her grind back and forth wantonly as she shuddered, ragged breaths escaping her lungs between strangled cries of pleasure. I began to moan loudly, thrusting against Caroline as my body demanded release; every thrust of her fingers bringing me closer and closer. Rachael moved off me slowly and bent down capturing my lips, tasting herself on them and kissing me slowly until I arched out from under her moaning. " More!" I pleaded; gripping my redhead lover's thrusting hand as she slipped a third finger easily into me. "Come on baby.....that's it!" Caroline purred, against my clit before sucking it back between those tantalizing lips of hers. My back arched completely off the bed, pushing harder into her fingers as I came, my inner muscles contracting around her fingers soaking them. Rachael's firm hand held me down as Caroline began thrusting harder into me, causing a second wave of spams to rock my body. Rachael moved away from us, leaning back against the headboard watching us fervently, taking in the scene before her, that lustful gleam in her eye not dissipating. Even before my body could stop shaking I pulled Caroline up kissing her before flipping us over and pinning her beneath me. Our legs intertwined, our thighs between the others legs, moving instantly against one another. I stretched out against her voluptuous body, pinning her arms to the bed above her head as I sat up grinding slow against her soaked pussy, both of us moaning in unison at the sensation, the feel of swollen flesh moving against swollen flesh. "Yessss Jordan!" she hissed beneath me, those piecing blue eyes challenging me. I sat up, lifting her left leg and holding it against my shoulder changing the angle and making her moan loudly. Rachael moved then, keeping Caroline's shoulders pinned to the bed, by her hands stroking back and forth over her full D cup breasts. They kissed passionately both women moaning at the contact, as I gripped Caroline's hips, controlling her movement and ground harder against her clit. " Show me Caroline." Rachael whispered against the redhead's ear. "Show me how good she makes you feel!" she demanded again, prompting Caroline to moan louder with each thrust of my hips. "So wet , so smooth.........soooooo!" my redheaded addiction mumbled between breaths , her words slipping away as she began to pant faster, her moans coming almost in unison with our movements. I began to move faster as Caroline rocked her hips into every thrust, pulling me into her with her other leg curled around my hip, Rachael kissed along the column of her throat, biting her or there as she worked her mouth down over her heaving breasts before biting at her rock hard nipples, alternating from one to the other over and over again, her tongue slowly twirling around them. "Oh my god! "Caroline gasped her fingers tangling in Rachael's long dark locks. My hips moved in a quick, perfect rhythm, pushing back and forth against her, my own breath coming in short, quick gasps at the feelings flowing through me. Rachael sat up, crawling toward me with a salacious grin on those luscious lips of hers, on her knees beside us she pulled me into a wet , warm, deep kiss making me moan into her mouth, her tongue teasing mine as I continued thrusting. Caroline arched under me crying out as her orgasm took her over, those gorgeous breasts of hers jutting up begging to be touched, Rachael obliged drawn back again to lavish them with her tongue. My name rolled of Caroline's lips as she shook, her trembling thighs gripping tightly around my waist as she came, her hands dug into the crimson sheets bunching them up, gripping fistfuls of the material trying to control the spasms rolling through her body. My body shook as I slowed, matching her breathing as she began to come down, my skin felt like it was on fire still as Caroline raked her nails down my breasts and over my stomach, Rachael moved pulling me back on my knees and slid in behind me, her perfect breasts pressed firmly against my back. I let my hands drop to my sides, and gave myself up to the feelings coursing through me. I watched Caroline crawl to the headboard, leaning back content to watch us as she slipped her hands up and down her own body, it still visibly trembling after her orgasm. I tipped my head back, gasping for air as Rachael slid her right hand between my legs, sliding back and forth in the wetness there, her fingertips teasing my aching clit. "Caroline told me what you do for her." she whispered against my ear, her warm breath making me shudder. "How good it feels." she mumbled, stroking a bit harder at my clit making my hips jerk uncontrollably against her hand. I looked up at Caroline, watching me moan and gasp at Rachael's touch, a cocky grin on her lips as she slipped her fingers back and forth over her glistening clit, showing me how much she was enjoying this . Rachael's left hand tugged at my nipples making me whimper as I moved against her hand, I was aching for release and my brunette banker was teasing me into it. "I want that Jordan ..." she whispered seductively, before sliding two fingers into me and holding me against her with her other arm around my waist. Words wouldn't form no matter how hard I tried, my breathing was too deep, and the feeling was too good to have a coherent thought. "I want you to take me, and fuck me Jordan ... make me yours ...! "She growled before biting at my neck. I still had trouble speaking, my body shaking, and my breath ragged as Rachael began pumping her fingers faster, slapping her palm against my clit. "Please Jordan ......will you do that for me?"she begged as she kissed at the side of my neck. "Yes!" I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure began to shoot through my body, Rachael's fingers pumped deeply in and out of me making me cry out louder at every delicious deep thrust. "That's it baby...come for me!" she snarled in my ear as she worked my orgasm out of me, her soaked fingers plunging deep into me before slipping out and stroking up and down my clit and then slipping them back in again. I locked onto Caroline who was watching us intently, that lustful familiar look in those blue orbs, sitting up she crawled toward me on her hands and knees, slowly until she was kneeing face to face with me. Rachael's fingers near stilled, barely moving inside of me making me whine for a firmer touch, my thighs quivered as she ground her palm my clit with a playful chuckle. Caroline grazed my lips softly, with a quick nip at my bottom lip as she leaned in and kissed Rachael slowly, making my brunette moan. My monster was in heaven and I was aching for release again, distracted by their slow, teasing kiss I cried out as Rachael slipped her hand away and behind me between my spread legs, as Caroline circled my clit with firm fingertips, Rachael slid two fingers deep into me again. "Fuck yessss!" I growled, my hips moving intently back and forth against the two sensations. I held on for the ride, gasping and panting as I came my body shaking between them, moaning loudly at the intensity of the experience. The two women turned me into a whimpering, mass of pulsing flesh, my body still throbbing as their touches slowed, their hands moving on me, touching here or there as I tried to control my breathing, slowly I moved out from between the two of them as they began to kiss again, crawling off the bed and standing on shaking legs. In the dresser beside my bed was my favorite toy, a black leather harness and a smooth purple dildo, the mix of anticipation and nervousness I felt at only ever having done this for Caroline quickly faded , as I watched my two deepest addictions kiss in the middle of my bed . I slid the harness on and positioned the toy, coating it with lube that I casually tossed back in the drawer then I stalked around the end of the bed slowly, watching them letting my monster become fully enthralled at the scene. Watching Rachael as she lay on top of Caroline, the two of them deep into the kiss with their bodies moving against one another, I smiled shamelessly as I stood at the foot of the bed, waiting patiently, and watching intently as my redhead lover teased my brunette banker, with slow kisses and wandering hands, she was making Rachael gasp and moan; and I felt that feral urge rage through my body, that deep seeded need to make her mine. I reached out and grabbed one of Rachael's ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed with a surprised gasp, she flipped over letting her eyes travel over my body hungrily as she lingered just a moment on the toy before reaching out stroking the length of the strap on. "Oh , Jordan." she whispered letting her hands wander, exploring, touching the silicone dildo. My brunettes green eyes darkened as she anticipated what I would do , I tried to ignore the rush of arousal between my legs every time she stroked the eight inch toy , pushing its base against my clit over and over. I leaned sown tipping her face up, locking onto those intense eyes; I kissed her slowly as I pushed her back. My hand was around her throat possessively as I crawled over her, her hands urgently pulling at my hips between her spread legs. "When did she tell you... was it tonight?" I asked my hand trailing between her breasts, down her stomach and between her shaking legs. I smirked at Caroline, knowing her, knowing her games and how well she would have played it but Rachael did not answer, her head was to the side and she was moaning at the feel of my fingers sliding back and forth over her wet pussy, teasing her, making her squirm. "Answer me! "I demanded, pulling my hand away. "Yes!" she pleaded her answer, pulling at my hand. "Did she tell you how many times I'd done this for her, how I could make her crave me?" I asked slipping my hand between her legs again, teasing her swollen folds. "I already crave you!" she growled, biting hard at my bottom lip. I moved back from her, quickly flipping her over and making her gasp loudly as I pulled her back against me, up on all fours, with her gorgeous ass pushing back against me growling low in her throat . "No teasing Jordan!" She hissed, becoming impatient with me. I let my hands slip up and down her back, as she pushed eagerly back into me, back against the toy between us. "Please fuck me!" she pleaded. Caroline crawled up in front of Rachael capturing her lips in a deep kiss as I slid the toy easily into her, Rachael cried out loudly at the sensation against Caroline's lips. My redhead lover crawled back against the headboard, lying back onto the pillows to watch us, a lustful look in her eyes. I pulled Rachael back into me by her hips making her cry out again, her body shaking under my own as I began to thrust in and out of her smoothly, a slow pace that made her shudder and gasp quickly for air. Her head hung down, her thick, dark hair covering her beautiful face as she eagerly rocked back into my thrusts. I let my hands drift up and down her back, the toned muscles quivering under my touch, leaning forward I stopped moving as I did gripping her by her shoulders before ramming the silicone cock back into her. Rachael's head pulled up as she cried out unashamedly at the new sensation, her breathing changed to deep, needed breaths as she shook, out and in harder this time I moved, picking up my rhythm, the sound of rapidly slapping flesh began to intertwine with her breathy cries of "yes,yes, yes". I focused on Caroline, sitting comfortably against the headboard enjoying the show, a pleased grin on those full lips of hers, as she watched captivated at what she saw while touching herself, her fingers slipping frantically back and forth over her swollen clit. My brunette lover was mumbling my name as she became a soaking, throbbing mess for me, turning her head to look at me, her green eyes were glazed and half lidded and the look on her beautiful face one of pure ecstasy. "More! "she panted, her voice firm and demanding in it's need. I stopped moving instantly, making her whine, wanting me to continue as I pushed her shoulders down and drove the toy deeper into her. "Fuck... that's it Jordan ....yes!" she cried as I continued pounding into her. My fingers dug into her moving hips as I gave her what she wanted, lying face down on the bed she gripped the sheets pushing back against every thrust, giving back as much as I gave as she trembled and moaned. Caroline moved seductively, crawling on her hands and knees toward Rachael, her lips capturing the brunettes in another teasing, slow kiss in between Rachael's ragged breaths, the redhead's fingers still moving between her own legs. My thighs were soaked with her, my legs shook and I tried desperately not to give in to the orgasm wanting to rip through my body, I tipped my head back, letting the feel of fucking her roll through me, each hard thrust into her making me pant just a bit louder as I closed my eyes and soaked in the mix of music, muddled words and sounds of pleasure with the thumping beat of Nine Inch Nails providing the soundtrack to what was transpiring. Caroline muttered words of approval in Rachael's ear making her gasp lightly, her body reacting to the sound of her voice. Rachael's hand on mine stopped my movements and she pulled away from me, off the toy and turned over onto her back, wrapping her long, powerful legs around my waist she pulled me down on top of her. I thrust into her slowly at first, making her arch underneath me gasping, I wanted to see this, wanted to see her reaction to the sensation I was giving her. Caroline moved back again, lying back watching as she continued to please herself, her fingers slick and wet as they slipped in and out of her dripping pussy, firmly holding Rachael down I began to move faster, she turned her head to the side moaning deeply as I slipped her left leg onto my shoulder, turning her hips slightly and slipping the toy completely into her, the new angle changed the way the toy touched my clit and I began to grind down against her as I moved. Both of us were becoming breathless as we moved against each other, my hips slamming into hers with slow deep thrusts. The beautiful brunette's body arched, her back curling at the wave of pleasure that shot through her , and a strangled cry escaped her as her orgasm began. Tall Tales, Threats, And Threesomes Rachael pulled at me, grabbing the straps of the harness and digging her nails into my hips as she held on, her body shaking as she came, deep needed breaths, raspy moans and incoherent pleas filled the air around us as I continued to move, intently watching our bodies. The speed I was moving slowed as Rachael began to come down from her orgasm, her eyes were closed and she held my hips grinding gently against me as she rode the spasms rolling through her body. I was shaking as I slipped the toy slowly out of her, and my redheaded lover was in the throes of her own orgasm brought on by watching us. I sat watching her with Rachael still panting underneath me, as waves of pleasure shot through her body, her mouth slightly open and moaning sighs coming from her. It was a sight I would truly never tire of,whether I was the cause or it was by her own hand , Caroline Carson having an orgasm was truly a sight to behold. Once her orgasm had subsided Caroline was beside me unclasping the harness, pulling it away from our bodies and dropping it on the side if the bed. Her hands moved over my hips as she slid behind me, her lips teasing my neck as she spoke, making me tremble. " Good girl Jordan." Caroline whispered. Pushing me forward she slowly kissed down my back, over the tattoo there, her nails scraping the pattern as she went, I gasped into Rachael's lips at the touch, her tongue teasing at my parted lips as her hands palmed my breasts, tormenting my hardened nipples. "Very, very good girl." Rachael agreed smiling at me, pulling me against her hungry mouth, in between ravenous kisses, she pulled me over her as I balanced on shaking arms, Caroline teased at the back of my thighs before smacking me on my ass. "Please!" I half begged, half demanded against Rachael's soft lips, her fingertips pinched lightly at my nipples making me whimper at the mix of pleasure and slight pain. I was pinned between them again, straddling Rachael's hips and being tormented by Caroline from behind and my gorgeous redhead lover was kissing at my neck, as her hands slipped between my legs spreading my thighs further apart for her. My stunning brunette lover teased me, her firm hands on my breasts as we kissed, slipping up to either side of my neck holding me as she kissed me slowly, thoroughly. The next few moments became a blur of lips, hands and fingers, I was being held firmly by Caroline, her arm tightly around my waist with my hands behind my back as Rachael moved Caroline bent me backwards, her lips against my ear. "On your back lover." she purred and I complied, lying back against her full breasts, melting into the feel of her flesh. My brunette banker sat up, crawling slowly between my spread legs, Caroline slipped her feet inside my ankles and spread me open further as Rachael's soft lips sucked at my clit, I leaned back against Caroline moaning loudly at the feel of Rachael's velvety lips, my hips pumping against her warm, wet mouth. My body shuddered with every stroke of her tongue, I was throbbing and so wet for her as she slipped two fingers into me curling them before pumping in and out slowly, I felt my orgasm stir and pushed reflexively at her hand , making her fingers slip deeper into me. My legs began to shake uncontrollably and I let my head fall back onto Caroline's shoulder, giving myself up to the rush of pleasure that shot through me. A soundless scream escaped from me as I came, my labored breathing mixed with Rachael's moans of approval as she pumped her fingers in and out smoothly. My brunette banker didn't relent, and as her tongue flicked wildly over my overstimulated clit more waves of intense pleasure washed through me leaving me a shaking, and calling out to whatever god that was listening . Caroline's firm hands slipped around my waist, holding me close, while whispering words of encouragement. "That's it baby ......!" she purred, letting her fingers slip into Rachael's hair, pushing her against me, keeping her in place. Hard and fast convulsions racked my body, and I cried out loudly, moaning and gasping, shaking as Rachael slipped her fingers slowly out of me and began sucking lightly at my clit, licking slowly up and down making my hips jerk against her talented mouth. I came down slowly, my body shaking slightly as Rachael bit at the insides of my thighs as she settled between them, her hands stroking my heated flesh before lying comfortably against me with her head against my stomach. Caroline's soft lips lulled me into a daze, a mix of sated and still aroused pulling me back, leaning against the headboard and holding me tightly around the waist. My monster was purring contentedly, well fed and satiated as I lay there between them drifting slowly in and out of sleep. I stirred a little while later at the sound of Rachael moving beside the bed, retrieving her strewn clothes, she smiled at me softly before leaning down to kiss me slowly, before running her fingers through my hair. "I have to go, he will be done with the poker game soon." she whispered against my lips. "Where does he think you are?" I asked my voice sleepy and dragging. For the first time throughout the evening I was concerned, not wanting to be the cause of trouble for her. "At home doing overseas money transfers....like usual." she chuckled, amused by my question. "Mmmmm." I mumbled, as she placed another soft kiss on my lips before slipping away quietly. Caroline murmured something, turning over and curling against my side, sleeping soundly, naked and draped over me he head resting comfortably against my stomach. I slipped back into a sound sleep, exhausted and in need of rest, I vaguely remember hearing the front door shut and reaching for the remote to kill the music that was still playing and to turn off the lights. My monster was full, my addiction to the two of them abated for the moment, the aggravation of earlier in the evening forgotten, the threatening words from my new sister would go unheeded and my businesses were running smoothly, and as I dozed off to sleep life seemed to be level for the time being.