I have a confession to make. When I first started publishing here, I was a little gun-shy, for a lot of reasons.

The most significant way, was that as I published early episodes, I was editing for content that I worried would be too explicit for filters or fans. Turned it all down a notch.

I know, I’m sorry, can you please forgive me? 😉

I’m making it right.

If you have read earlier episodes from Volume I and found them to be a little lackluster, I’m pleased to announce that they are now posted in all their filthy glory, just like the more recent episodes you’ve come to love!

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My first clue that I’ve fallen asleep comes, inevitably, when I wake up. Ingrid is gone and I’m alone in my bedroom with the lamp on, and Charlotte walks in. I sit up and rub my eyes.

“Oh, hey,” I say.

“Hey!” she says excitedly. “Are you ready?”

I scratch my head and look at her through one eye. “How long was I asleep?”

“Hour and a half ago was when you came inside,” she says. “Though Ingrid walked out looking pretty satisfied less than an hour ago....” She grins. “I should’ve known. Good work, babe.”

She’s got her white bikini top on again, the one she was wearing earlier and the one she was wearing the day we met, and she’s practically bouncing from one foot to the other with excitement. “Listen, I’ve got this Russian chick out here and she is so amped I think she’s going to burst.”

“Oh. Shit!” I say, still taking a minute to get my brain in gear, the events of the night catching up with me. I feel quite refreshed by my nap, but the lethargy of sleep is always slow in leaving my mind. Could it really be the same day that all of the events now flooding back into my mind took place? “What do I need to do?”

Charlotte laughs with delight at my consternation, scurrying over to me and jumping on the bed to straddle me under the sheets. She takes my head in her hands and speaks quietly but forcefully directly into my face.

“I don’t think she speaks much English, but she seems to understand pretty well. She is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I want to fuck her. You want to fuck her. Even if you don’t know right now what the fuck I’m talking about, believe you me that I know what the fuck I’m talking about!”

I am laughing by her second sentence. “Okay, okay! I’m sorry! I’m ready.”

“No, you’re not. Pretend to be asleep. I’m going to tell her that we’re going to wake you up by sucking your dick!”
“What? Why?”

“Because she doesn’t speak much English! This gives a universal understanding of the starting point. Don’t— just shut the fuck up and lay down!”

All of this in a panicked shout-whisper that has us both giggling and snorting as we try to stay quiet. Still giggling, I lay down and put an arm over my face. Then I sit up.

“Wait!”

Charlotte’s hand is on the doorknob but she turns. “What?”

“Light on or off?”

She thinks quickly. “Off!”

I lean over to the table. “No! No!” she says. “Leave it on. I want to see her body. Fuck! She’s so hot!”

I giggle and lay back again. Charlotte inspects me and then puts her hand on the knob again.

“Wait!”
“What?!”

“Do you want me to pretend to be asleep the whole time?”
“Do I... no! I don’t care. Do what you feel! Stop it!”

I laugh and wave her away.

“Can I please go now?”

“Just one more thing. I love you!”

“I fucking love you too!”

She opens the door and slips through, and I lay back, breathing deeply to calm myself and stop my laughter.

A couple of minutes pass, long enough for me to be breathing more slowly and also long enough for thoughts about what’s coming to cause a massive boner.

The door finally opens, and I hear the swishing of feet on carpet, the click of the door closing again, and hushed whispers. After a few seconds of anticipation, I feel the bed shift slightly and the blankets and sheet being drawn back. Pressure on the bed near my legs, then skin on mine. I feel my legs being gently pulled apart, Charlotte’s hands on my ankles. There is some shuffling and I feel someone between my legs, and then, before anything else, a mouth on the tip of my cock. Then a hand on my thigh, another on my balls, and one around my shaft briefly before my cock goes all the way down a wet, warm throat without preamble.

“Ungh!” I groan, immediately unable to continue the charade that I had otherwise planned to perpetuate for at least a couple of minutes for my own amusement.

I look up and see the top of Elsa’s head with Charlotte’s hand on the back of it, much like Danielle had done to Marlene by the pool, only to much greater effect. Charlotte is grinning at me, and then pulls Elsa’s head up.

“Wake up,” Elsa says as my cock pops out of her mouth. “We are here for the dick!”

She speaks with a heavy Russian accent, which makes ‘dick’ sound like ‘deek.’

Elsa and Charlotte both giggle at this, looking at each other and then back at me. They seem to have become fast friends.

“Help yourself,” I say, and Elsa beams.

They each lay over one of my legs now, pivoting themselves so they each have equal access to my cock, with Elsa on my left and Charlotte on my right. I watch their tanned, impeccable bodies move, their enormous breasts dangling and rubbing against the bed and my legs as they position themselves. Each of them reach for my balls with their tongues and start to tease and lick one of them. I put my hands down on the back of their heads and stroke their hair as they do so, moaning with pleasure. Charlotte is gentle and Elsa is a little more aggressive, sucking my left nut into her mouth and licking it once its inside. Their faces are right next to each other, their lips almost touching as they work opposite sides of my scrotum.

Elsa then licks up the shaft of my dick all the way to the tip, then licks back down and uses her tongue to fondle my balls some more, and Charlotte does the same. They take turns licking up, back down, licking my balls, driving me absolutely crazy with the desire for more friction and contact. Charlotte knows it and is constantly grinning, watching me and loving the tease as always. Their tongues are warm, and wet, and my cock is a steel rod by the time Elsa decides to take it into her mouth.

Her sweet blue eyes look into mine as I watch my cock slide between her full lips. She has an adorable little upturned nose that gives her an almost elfin aspect, and she certainly has an otherworldly beauty. Just as by the pool and a couple of minutes ago, she does not tease once I’m between her lips. She takes my cock all the way to the base while Charlotte licks my balls, holding me deep seemingly without effort. Elsa slides off after one full stroke and goes back to my balls. Charlotte licks up my shaft and now its her turn to deepthroat me all the way. She’s good, but it’s undeniably slower than Elsa— that girl has a talent. Charlotte holds me in her throat for a few seconds, and then they trade again.

“Holy fuck,” I grunt as Elsa’s lips slide down my cock to the base again. No man could survive this onslaught for long, nor would he want to except to extend the duration.

“You like us throating your cock, daddy?” asks Charlotte as she licks my balls.

I let loose an involuntary moan of arousal and bounce my hips up into Elsa’s face. She pulls off and strokes my cock a few times.

“You like my mouth?” she asks.

I nod. “Yes. I love your mouth.”

She beams and licks down my cock to my balls again. Charlotte comes up but instead of putting my cock in her mouth she puts two fingers under Elsa’s chin and raises her up to kiss her. Their lips meet in a sapphic display worthy of immortalizing in sculpture, and Charlotte puts a hand around the base of my shaft just before Elsa adds hers to the tip and begins rolling her palm around the slippery head. I watch as their tongues slip out to taste each other, to taste me on their lips and tongues. Elsa’s hand slides down my cock and they pull back from their kiss and look at each other, then look at me. I can only imagine the expressions that must be passing my face, because they both break into wide smiles. They lean in then and both start kissing my cockhead from opposite sides.

They each have a firm grip on my shaft as well, and Charlotte brings her off hand up to cup my balls. Their lips and tongues swirl around my head, and half the time I can’t tell if they’re kissing my cock or kissing each other around my cock. Pre-cum leaks out and is swept away immediately, coating lips and chins and leaving glistening residue behind. They aren’t quite stroking me, but rhythmically squeezing with a slight up and down shift. And, regardless, the visual stimulation alone, even if it was hands-free, might be enough to catapult me over the edge. Charlotte is most definitely kissing and licking Elsa’s lips every chance she gets, and seeing that, my hips rock upward uncontrollably and I feel that telltale warmth and tingle surge upwards through my body.

I close my eyes and allow the feeling to wash over me as my cum shoots out between their lips and falls back to their faces. I can’t help but watch as they are both splattered with my semen from chin to brow, which only seems to increase their energy and effervescence on my cock. When the last of my cum oozes out, they keep hold of it but begin to kiss each other passionately, with Charlotte eventually taking Elsa’s face in her hands and kissing and licking cum from her cheeks. Elsa returns the favor and they kiss again, my cum trailing between their lips and smacking noisily as they suck and eventually swallow it all down.

My head falls back, and I throw an arm over my eyes to block out the world and attempt to recover. I feel Charlotte lay down between my legs, crossing her calves over mine and spreading wide. I sit up on my elbows to watch and see Elsa’s unbelievably round, tight ass over my cock as she leans forward and tucks her head between Charlotte’s legs. Elsa’s incredible body slopes away, her narrow waist flaring outward, her bare back gorgeous. Her blonde head is buried in Charlotte’s thighs, and Charlotte is looking straight at me, starting to moan, cupping her own tits and squeezing them for either my enjoyment or her own. Or both.

Elsa’s pussy is right there by my cock, which is more than ready for another round after my nap and in the face of this much sexual excitement. The air is redolent with sexual smells and I want nothing more than to add to them. I take my dick and aim it forward, brushing the tip across Elsa’s pussy. She wiggles her ass and then moves backward, so I aim my cock and it slips inside of her. She’s hot and tight, so tight it almost hurts, and she starts to rock back and forth, fucking my dick while she licks my girlfriend’s pussy. And licks it quite well from what I can tell. Charlotte looks beside herself with pleasure and she’s got one hand on her tit and one hand in Elsa’s hair, which is always a sign to me that I’m doing well when I’m in that position. It’s not the final throes yet, but that makes sense because it hasn’t been long enough. I don’t have trouble getting Charlotte to cum through oral alone, but it’s not until she puts both of her hands in my hair that I--

As I watch Charlotte puts both of her hands into Elsa’s hair. All right. That’s fine. So Elsa is a little more experienced--

Charlotte’s eyes fly open and she shrieks with pleasure and I hear more than see her squirt onto Elsa’s face. I didn’t even know she could do that!

“Holy shit!” I say, and Charlotte meets my eyes. Or, I should say, Charlotte’s eyes, blank of any understanding beyond being transported with pleasure, pass mine. Holy shit! She didn’t know she could do that either!

Elsa is still rocking back onto my cock, fucking me as Charlotte holds her in place at the other end. When Charlotte collapses backward, Elsa’s response is to pull off my cock, turn around, and ride me forwards. She slides back onto my cock slowly, her pussy gripping me tightly, and tents her fingertips lightly on my stomach. She really is very slight in a way, which accentuates her curves. She’s maybe five foot seven, neither especially short nor tall, but her figure is so slender that her breasts and butt seem even larger and rounder by comparison. I slide my hands up the sides of her hips and waist before wrapping them around her tits and giving her nipples a twist. She smiles and leans her head back, shaking her hair out.

Charlotte resurfaces after a few minutes, it evidently having taken her longer to gather herself than usual. I feel a pang of respect that is almost jealousy for Elsa’s skills and hope that Charlotte will be able to give me pointers based on her experience later so that I can level myself up to meet this new bar. Charlotte comes behind Elsa and smacks her ass, then turns Elsa’s head to kiss her on the mouth. My hands are on Elsa’s hips guiding her pace, and Charlotte cups Elsa’s tits from behind and makes an “OMG!” face at me over Elsa’s shoulder. Then Charlotte swings a leg over my chest and gets in front of Elsa to start licking and sucking on her tits. Charlotte, ever thoughtful and mindful of me, makes sure to come at Elsa’s boobs from the sides when she can to give me a view of her tongue on Elsa’s nipples, something which turns me on immensely.

I start to fuck my cock up into Elsa with gusto, the lustful animal inside me taking front and center over the part of me that wants this to last as long as it can. Charlotte slides down, slipping her leg off from over my stomach to go in sideways and start on Elsa’s clit instead. Charlotte’s hand goes and starts alternating between fondling my balls and pinching and slapping Elsa’s ass, something that I start doing with my left hand as Charlotte does it with her right. My right hand goes up to play with Elsa’s tits again, they look simply too fine to ignore.

Charlotte and I go at Elsa in this way until the combination of my dick, Charlotte’s mouth, and both of our hands push Elsa to the brink. She trembles, a high series of whimpering moans rise from her throat, and she comes hard, thrusting her hips downward and crying out. Watching her ecstasy is too much for me, too, and my balls dump their umpteenth load of the day inside her. My hips swing up and as Charlotte drops away to rest her head on the bed by my head, I feel my seed shooting into Elsa’s pussy. She comes again as I do, not as violently this time, but hard enough to brace her hands on my shoulders and drop down on top of me. I absolutely love this moment when the woman I’ve fucked, or who has fucked me, can’t take any more stimulation and collapses onto my chest. Snuggling aftercare is almost as good as the deed, once the deed is done.

I don’t know how fast I fall asleep, but when I wake up in the night to use the restroom, the lights are off and Charlotte is sprawled next to me fast asleep, but Elsa is nowhere to be found. I hope that Charlotte saw her out and I make a mental note not to keep falling asleep after sex like an old man. I lay back down, exhausted and grateful that there’s still night to be had before the following morning dawns. Although, so thinking, I reach over and turn off my alarm. If anyone’s earned a day to sleep in, I think, as I drift off thinking of each of the women I shared an orgasm with yesterday, it’s me. I fall asleep with a grin on my face.

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We have a bed frame now and a side table with a lamp, but not much else. Our suitcases are in the closet because I’m a neat freak, and beyond that the room is empty with blank, white walls. I walk in to the bathroom, flip on the light over the shower and leave the rest of the lights off. I turn on the water and step inside, not waiting for it to heat up since it’s warm outside and I’ve been exerting myself anyway. I love a good hot shower, and the water coursing over me helps me shake off the hazy, drugged-out feeling I’ve had for the past couple of hours as my sexual experience has been multiplied and in many ways outpaced the sum total of my lifetime sexual experience. I linger in the shower, letting the water clear my head, and then step out onto the tile in a cloud of steam, wishing I had a bathmat.

“You need this?” a voice asks from the doorway.

I jump and look up to see Ingrid standing there in her pink bikini, holding out a towel.

“Yes,” I say, stepping forward and reaching out for it. She pulls it back slightly, and I grin and put my hands on my hips, embracing the embarrassment I feel at being caught naked.

“I recognize that it’s silly to feel uncomfortable being naked in front of you when we’ve technically already fucked,” I say.

“And yet you do,” she says, holding the towel out again. “How sweet.”

I shrug and take the towel, drying off my face and hair. My cock, previously flaccid, has begun to thicken.

“This definitely isn’t my world,” I say. “My work happens in solitude.”

“Stuck behind a desk?” she asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“Depends on the day!” I say. “In the winter, usually. But in the summer,” I grin. “I can go out with just a notebook or my iPad and the world is my writing room.”

Ingrid has a small smile and I realize I’m being observed, so I become self-conscious. Her features are striking, but the thing I find most attractive about her is her height. I see now that she is really only two or three inches shorter than I am, and I have a brief flash of the things we could get up to in bed. I believe she sees that cross my face as well because she licks her lips and something flickers in her eyes.

Her brown hair hangs loosely down the sides of her head, curved slightly inward with her bangs swept to the right side of her head across her brow in what I think of as an Ava Sinclair haircut. It flatters her well, though not as well as her small bikini flatters her body type. I see her explore my body, eye-fucking me unabashedly and so I return the favor as I towel off. Feeling refreshed, if a little damp, I turn to hang the towel up and then, looking right at Ingrid, spritz myself with some cologne with a suave wink. She laughs, covering her mouth and turning away with a huge smile.

“Well, Ingrid,” I say. “What is it that I can do for the first woman to catch me naked coming out of my new shower? Did you come for another taste of my cock, perhaps?”

“All I got was a taste,” she says. “I came for a meal.” She doesn’t move, and I sense that she wants me to take action, so I do.

I step up to her, amazed by how close to my eye line she remains as I get closer. She watches me with her hazel eyes and when I get to her and she doesn’t move, I take her hands and put them on my cock, then put my hands on her waist and lean in to kiss her. She keeps her enigmatic smile to the last before closing her eyes and starting to gently squeeze and work my cock in her hands. It grows immediately to full strength and she moans slightly into my mouth as I slide my hands down to her waist and cup her ass. She’s only two inches taller than my Charlotte, but I love that she feels scaled up to my size, something that must be a thorn in her side when choosing hook-ups generally. I briefly wonder if she’s thinking the same thing when I feel her tongue slip into my mouth and realize that it’s six of one or a half dozen of the other. She’s here, in my bedroom, holding my cock. What more do I need to know?

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The first thing that changes is that someone brings over an armless wooden chair for me to replace the beach chair I’ve been in. Juliet and Adrienne help me to my feet and the chair swap is made. The music is the second thing that changes, as Elsa gets back to her equipment, still buck naked sporting my cum on her back. There’s an increase in tempo and overall rhythmic intensity in a way that is difficult to describe but undeniably sexual.

Over the speakers, Charlotte says, “Same rules as before, wait your turns, ladies, there’s plenty of him to go around. The timer will now be set at two minutes!”

When Ingrid walks up to me, she’s completely naked, and there’s no question that this will be different than the slow teasing that mostly made up the last round, starting with the way Juliet and Adrienne are conducting themselves. Their hands no longer gently massage my arms, instead wandering out to my chest and stomach and up to my hair. I feel their warm breath on my neck, shoulders and ears, and when they speak, it is with lust in their voices.

Ingrid comes to me and straddles my lap, sliding herself forward and taking my cock in both hands as she looks into my face with her hazel eyes. “Can’t believe you’re still going,” she says, giving me a brief double crank and spitting a surprising amount of saliva onto my cock. She rises off my lap enough to point my cock at her pussy and slide it in.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathe, and she nods with a smile.

“That’s right,” she says, and starts to hump my cock.

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I’d guess the party is about three hours old by now and at my first glance it’s obvious the demographics have shifted slightly. I look around the pool and I see only women, for one thing, and it looks like the caterers have been sent home as well. The DJ booth has an absolutely stunning blonde girl with a massive rack behind the turntables, and as my gaze falls back to the pool, I notice that many of the women are incredibly attractive supermodels.

“Okay, ladies,” a voice says over the loudspeakers. Charlotte’s voice. “Here he is! The time has come to give my man an LA welcome!”

I go deer in the headlights as this sinks in, and before I know it, there are gorgeous women I don’t recognize taking each of my arms and leading me to a chair by the poolside.

“Now, everybody knows the rules for the topless after party,” says a very topless Charlotte, walking in front of me with the microphone. Everyone who wants to participate gets ninety seconds to do whatever they want to him, and whoever gets his cum gets to stay for the after after party!”

There are many whoops and whistles at this, and Charlotte paces by me again, very much the MC of the moment. She raises her arms, encouraging the excitement and also making her boobs jiggle enticingly.

“This is no-elimination round robin. It goes as long as he goes, and you can go as many times as you want to stay in the running, so long as everyone has the same number of turns!”

My brain is humming as I watch her speak, unable to fully process the words coming out of her mouth. I have time to wonder if someone spiked my drink tonight before she continues. There are still women holding each of my arms, stroking my biceps and my forearms.

“And since this is my man, I’ll be sitting out. But y’all should know, my man is probably gonna be up for two rounds, so don’t despair if you don’t get that sweet cum the first time!” She raises her arms again as the wolf whistles and catcalls roll in. “I almost forgot,” she says, looking at me and walking over. “Jack knows nothing about this, so he hasn’t exactly consented yet. Jack, do you consent to participate tonight in the manner you have just heard described in the rules?”

Charlotte puts the microphone in my blushing face and I clear my throat. “Ah…” I begin, and she swipes the mic away.

“I didn’t hear a no, did you ladies?”

A raucous “No!” rises into the SoCal air, followed by chorus of laughter, punctuated by whistles and applause.

“DJ Elsa! Spin that shit!” Charlotte crows, and now follows the most insane period of my life I’ve ever experienced.

The two women at my elbows tug at my shorts until I lift my hips enough for them to be shunted down. My cock springs into the air and there are general shouts and cries of excitement. I look around, a bewildered smile on my face, as a line starts to form to my left. A line of women to pleasure my member. Maybe it wasn’t just my drink that was spiked; maybe all of the drinks were spiked. These women aren’t simply aspiring models or newbies; these are top-notch lingerie and swimsuit models. I look around for Charlotte and find her reclining on a lounge talking with Danielle Dumouriez.

The first woman who steps up is Ingrid Kohler. She’s got short, brown hair, small boobs and incredible height, well over six feet tall--maybe six two. Ingrid is topless but still wearing pink bikini bottoms. She puts a hand on each of my knees and lowers herself, putting her face right up to my balls.

“Don’t worry,” says a voice in my ear.

“It’s like a rite of passage for a new boyfriend,” says a voice in my other.

Ingrid uses her hands to gently cup my balls, licking one and then the other a few times back and forth before licking up my shaft and sucking on the head for a few seconds. I groan and squirm, but the hands on my biceps soothe me. I look to my left and see Adrienne Zimmerman and to my right and see Juliet Cipriana. Ingrid slowly wraps a hand around my shaft, licking the head ostentatiously, and then the DJ, who I can see to the left above the pool, hits a buzzer and Ingrid stands, smiling, and moves to the right.

“She’s hot,” whispers Adrienne.

I watch her impossibly long legs leave and turn to see Ursula Johansen crouching in front of me. She leans forward, staring into me with those light blue-green eyes, and gets closer and closer to my dick. She sticks her tongue out, never breaking eye contact, closer, closer, closer and then just as her tongue touches my quivering cockhead, the buzzer goes off.

“Fuck!” I exclaim, and she grins and laughs, rising and showing off her incredible body, her narrow waist flaring to her wide hips before tapering back inward down her legs.

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I trot up the stairs feeling physically spent but also refreshed, and find Charlotte sitting with her robe and legs spread open on a soft easy chair that we have by a bookshelf on the landing. She’s got a hand on one breast and a hand in her pussy, and she’s got a look on her face unlike I’ve never seen before. The satisfied lioness is there, and the confident matriarch as well, but there is something new. She makes no attempt to change her position or hide what she’s doing, and she locks eyes with me and then goes over the edge with her own orgasm, one of plenty, I’m sure, if she’s been listening and watching. I see the beautiful agony of le petit mort work its way across her flawless features, and it’s impossible not to be aroused. I go to her and kneel at her feet, putting my hands on her soft, creamy thighs to watch as her muscles tense and release in utter silence. She finishes and leans forward to kiss me gently, belying none of the animal lust I know she is feeling, then whispers in my ear.

“The beast,” she purrs. “I want him tonight. I want that beast energy in my bed. I want that beast to fill me with wild seed.”

I growl and put my arms around her back, feeling her hot skin under mine. She clasps her legs around my waist and we squeeze each other tightly.

When we part, I see a heavy-lidded look in her eyes and she watches me stand and go into the bedroom like a panther watching her mate slink away into the night. Docile for the moment, but wild, dangerous, full of coiled energy like a compressed spring waiting to be released.

I shower off quickly, too hot to enjoy the warm water but not wanting cold, either. I exit the bathroom and find Charlotte on the bed, stark naked, reclined on her side.

“Where’s Ava?” I ask.

“Gone,” she says. “I helped her gather her things and she staggered out the door. I want to be staggering when you’re done with me, too.”

I smile. “Then you better get ready for me to take you, bitch.”

Her smile falters. “Not Hollywood beast,” she says. “Not pounding me and calling me names. You dominate me plenty already. Just... let it out.”

I put my hands on my hips. “Huh. I guess I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Here,” she says, patting the bed. I stretch out next to her. “What do you think made it come out with Ava just now?”

I think about this. “I’m not sure.”

“Were you fed up with her shit?”

I consider. “Not really. I’ve only met her twice, and on both occasions there was sex involved. Not a lot of shit.”

“Exactly. You weren’t angry. What was it?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. I just... did what felt right.”

She snaps her fingers. “Boom. That’s it. You were unfiltered.”

I think back. I can’t remember thinking anything about it at the time. It just felt right.

“Now, now,” she says. “You’re thinking about it too much!”

“I have to think about something!” I protest.

“That’s true,” she laughs. “Alright, maybe it’s not fair for me to ask you to flip a switch just yet. But try to seize the moment, okay? Don’t filter yourself. Not for me.”

I nod seriously. “Okay. I will. Not,” I add.

She smiles. “Gosh, I love you.”

I smile back. “So... do I still get to fuck you like an animal?”

In response she gets up on her elbows and knees and waves her cute little behind in the air.

I make a growling noise of excitement and pounce on her, knocking her over in a chorus of delighted giggles.

Late in the night I wake up with a boner that could chop firewood. Charlotte is sleeping peacefully next to me facing away near the edge of the bed with her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head. She keeps reminding me to wake her up with my dick in her mouth and I keep sleeping through the night, but here we are. I roll out of bed quietly and walk over to her side of the bed. Her head is actually almost all the way even with the edge of the bed, so I have an easy target. I gently put my fingers in her mouth and pull her jaw open, then slide my cockhead inside. Her mouth is warm and I breathe a satisfied breath as I feel her tongue on me.

I gently hold her jaw in one hand to keep her mouth open and start to roll my hips forward slightly, feeling my cock slide across her tongue and into the roof of her mouth. It feels so good, and I long for the sucking pressure she applies when she seals her lips or the gripping power of her throat. I keep thrusting slowly, quietly, the whole thing feeling so naughty and illicit, and she doesn’t wake.

I slide the sheet off of her shoulder and expose her tits, which lay free and loose atop one another facing me. I reach down and palm her left breast, the one most exposed on top, and squeeze gently, kneading it and loving the feel. My cock is as hard as it possibly can be, as only a midnight boner ever is. The restricted nature of my limited movement makes it hotter because I don’t want to gag her in her sleep, and she keeps telling me that waking up while I’m cumming in her mouth would turn her on more than anything. I’m close now, very close, and seeing her peaceful face, completely relaxed, but knowing she wants this, is quite a racy little turn on for me in this moment.

I slide my hips forward again, wrapping a hand around my cock for some more friction since the back half of my cock isn’t in use anyway. Suddenly her mouth moves and she tries to swallow, tries to close her mouth and opens her eyes all at once. She looks around, then up at me blearily, then smiles around my dick.

“You remembered!” she says, though it comes out sounding mushy, with r’s like w’s.

Then she seals her lips closed and sucks, flickering her tongue around my head and I immediately start to cum.

“Oh!” I say, bumping my hips up a little. She moans deeply and long as her mouth fills with my cum. I feel like it just keeps blasting out, and it must be pooling in her cheek because she isn’t swallowing, but she gives no sign of discomfort. My knees get shaky— I’m not really fully awake myself— as all of my seed is spent into her mouth, and I lean my knees forward against the mattress.

“Mmmm,” she says, suckling at the tip of my cock before I pull it out of her mouth. I sit down heavily on the bed and she rolls onto her back and sits up on her elbows, leaning her head back. To my surprise she opens her mouth and gargles my cum, even blowing a couple of bubbles before swallowing it down with a lip smack and a grin.

“Wow,” I say.

“I always swallow it so fast I never get to play with it,” she says. “Thank you!”

“Was it everything you hoped it would be?” I ask, climbing over her and getting back under the blankets.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she says. “You have to do it again soon. Any night. Every night!”

I laugh and snuggle in behind her. “It was pretty hot,” I say.

“Right?” she says. “Imagine just waking to a flood of hot cum on my face!”

“You mean in your mouth?”

“Whatever!” she says. “As long as it’s your cum!”

“Yeah, that much I can promise,” I say sleepily.

“Oh! Don’t forget,” she says. “I’m leaving early today for a flight.”

“Okay,” I say. “Need something?”
“No, I just didn’t want you to be disappointed if I’m not here for you to cum on when you wake up.”

I giggle. “This is a good life.”

“The best life,” she says, holding my hand against her breast. “Goodnight!”

“Night,” I say.

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“I notice you didn’t speak up,” she says. “We have Charlotte’s blessing. What about yours?”

“Charlotte loves you. I love Charlotte. So, I’ve got some love for you.”

“You avoided my question,” she says, walking towards me.

“Well, ever since I saw your first music video, I’ve been DTF. That hasn’t changed, even when you switched from country star to pop star.”

She rolls her eyes and smiles as she reaches me and stops three feet short. “You know I shot that when I was seventeen.”

I shrug. “I was eighteen. And you looked twenty-one. Also, we’ve already fucked, so you know my position.”

“So, now what?” she asks.

“Now you take off your top and blow me,” I say calmly.

Her jaw drops. “Oh, really?” she asks with a short laugh.

“Really.”

She looks at me, assessing. “You know,” she says, “I get whatever I want, wherever I go. People just give me things. A lot of times, I don’t even have to ask.”

There is not a trace of boasting in her voice. She’s simply relaying a fact she has observed.

“I’ve gotten pretty good at telling when people want something from me in exchange for what they’re giving, or even in absence of offering anything in return.” She turns and walks to the coat rack, shrugging off her wrap. “But you,” she says, “you have a sweet, smart, gorgeous girlfriend who apparently lives on a steady diet of your sugar and yours alone. You don’t want anything from me at all.”

I remain leaning against the door frame and offer no comment.

She walks back to the couch and untucks her silvery blouse carefully, undoing the buttons as she speaks. “That’s new. I don’t really understand what you two have, but I can tell it’s worth having.” She rolls up her sleeves and pulls the shirt open, turning to me and putting her hands on her hips. “If something is worth having, then I want it.”

Her figure looks fantastic in a black lacy bra, pushing her breasts up and together to create cleavage that makes my dick double in size immediately. She grins as she sees me staring and walks towards me.

“This is all you get,” she says. “Just a peek.”

I smirk, and shake my head, looking down at the floor and back up to meet her eyes. “Whenever pop stars are going to blow me, I make sure they’re topless first. House rules.”

Her eyes flash. She’s testing me. “And if I refuse?”

“Well,” I say, “I’m sure there’s something on TV. And you still haven’t asked.”

She narrows her eyes and shrugs her blouse off. “Alright, mister,” she says, and drops the blouse on the floor. “I’m asking you to take this bra off of me.”

She is a mere foot away, so I reach out and undo the front clasp on her bra. Her tits sway apart and I brush the straps off her shoulders. She straightens her arms behind her briefly so the bra slides to the floor, pushing her breasts towards me for a split second. Her nipples look so luscious and desirable that I nearly lose control and latch onto one of them right then and there.

“Anything else?” I ask with the last traces of my self control melting away.

She goes wide-eyed and innocent and slowly kneels down. “Oh, pretty please, won’t you pleeeease let me suck your cock?”

I groan as she parts my robe and takes hold of me with one hand. She opens her mouth and without preamble sticks the head inside and seals her lips, then starts jerking her head forward and back. I forgot that she’s a novice, and her technique is rough, and raw—but rough and raw have their place, and a blowjob from a gorgeous pop star is still a blowjob from a gorgeous pop star.

I have grown accustomed to Charlotte’s existentially mind-blowing blowjobs, so it’s an adjustment. Ava, like many newbies, tries to avoid slurping and smacking her lips, so things aren’t very wet. My cock isn’t fully hard yet, and her enthusiasm so early in the game borders on painful from time to time. But, like I said, at the end of the day, this is Ava Sinclair on her knees in front of me with my dick in her mouth. I get fully erect soon enough, and she starts licking my balls and stroking with one hand.

“Oh Ava,” I moan, “lick those nuts, baby.”

She does, eyes shut and tongue wide and flat like I taught her. Then she goes back to sucking my cock, looking up at me with her big blue eyes. Her cheeks are hollowed with some sucking pressure and she looks extremely attractive.

She’s stopped stroking my cock, and I realize I can guide this to make up for her lack of experience. I wrap one hand around the base of my cock and put the other gently on the back of her head. Her hands fly to my wrist but then drop down a moment later as she makes a choice.

“Shh, shh,” I murmur. “Good girl.”

I push her head down gently until her lips are at my hand and she allows it.

“Now lick the head in your mouth,” I say. “Actually suck on it.”

I feel her tongue start to move, bathing my cockhead in velvety warmth.

“That’s it,” I say. “Just like that.” I drop my hand from her head. She pulls back, sucking again as she goes so her lips draw out and drag along my cock. When just the tip is in her mouth she tickles the end with the tip of her tongue.

“Oh,” I gasp, and she smiles.

“It’s fun to watch you while I do it,” she says. “Charlotte always says giving up control is how you get control and I guess she’s right.”

“She’s always right,” I say with a grin.

Ava nods as she sucks my cockhead very slowly into her mouth, maintaining eye contact the whole way.

“Fuck,” I groan. I put my hand in her hair and push her down to my fist again. I feel her tongue working around the head as I just instructed her. I use my grip in her hair to start pulling her head up and pushing it back down in quick succession, keeping my hips steady instead of rocking them like usual, using her head to fuck my cock instead of fucking her face. She starts whimpering and moaning and makes no effort to change what I’m doing, instead relaxing into it. I find it incredibly erotic for some reason, maybe because she is letting me use her mouth this way, or maybe because I am in complete control. I see her tits bouncing and jiggling— Ava’s tits, I think, jiggling because I’m using her head to fuck my cock—and it slams me into overdrive. Suddenly I am about to cum and I hear Charlotte’s whisper from the Swiss chalet when Lucy Hawthorne was blowing me under the covers that night a few months ago: Don’t you dare fucking warn her, just fill her slutty mouth with your hot cum.

I grab a fistful of Ava’s hair and push her head down to my fist, which is still gripping the bottom half of my shaft. It’s only half my cock that goes in her mouth, so it doesn’t go down her throat. She grabs my hips, pulling me closer, and that pushes me over the edge and I bust right then and there. Muffled noises of surprise come from Ava as I hold her head in place and pump her mouth full of my seed. My balls constrict and my muscles flex over and over as cum rushes down my cock and into her waiting mouth. I watch her trying to swallow it all, not quite succeeding; as she does, some leaks out from around her lips and drips down her chin. My toes curl and my back arches as my climax passes, and I let go of her and my dick at the same time. She pops off and rocks back on her heels, and a trail of cum extends from her lips, breaks, and glides down onto her chest.

“Holy shit,” she says, spitting and letting more of it run down her chin onto her breasts. She looks down at herself, trying to catch her breath. “I had no idea giving head could be so hot!”

I lean back against the wall, breathing hard. I nod and smile.

“Look at this!” she says, gesturing to her boobs. “I’m a mess! I can’t even tell the difference between your cum and my own spit!”

“You look so sexy,” I say, half-walking, half-staggering to the couch and flopping down.

“I always thought this was degrading,” she says.

“I guess it could be. But there’s nothing degrading about surrendering to the moment and making someone feel good,” I say.

“I feel powerful,” she says, “I never thought giving up control could feel good.”

“It’s a funny thing,” I say. “I always wanted to feel safe by making sure I controlled every variable in life. And I did well, but I never felt truly safe.”

“Why not?” she asks, cocking her head.

“Because I was only safe from the things I could foresee. There are always outside forces influencing us. Things we inherently can’t control. So by trying to control my fears, I was actually letting my fears control me.”

“So trying to be in control means giving into fear?” she asks.

“I don’t know if that’s always true, but it’s been true for me.”

“And I have to surrender control to conquer fear?”

“In some cases, I think so, yeah,” I say. “I give up control to Charlotte and she gives up control to me so that we can live together and share a life. We still have our own lives, too.”

Ava shakes her head. “I don’t understand your sex life. How is that she’s fine with us fooling around down here? I’d be so jealous I would die.”

I shrug. “I can’t pretend to understand all of it. It’s one of the ways I trust her. Like I said before, I love her, and she loves you. She feels that we have enough to share, and she wants you to be happy the way that she’s happy.”

“Yeah, but... by... having sex with you?”

“In this case. I think she’s hoping you’ll see the light and find your own peace with it, and it will lead you to something that gives you as much peace as we’ve found.”

“I’d say I should just stop by once a week to borrow your dick, but I don’t think I’m good enough at sharing. What I want, I get it, and I keep it.”

She flashes me a smile, and its one of those looks that sets off a red flag in my mind. I make note of it to mention to Charlotte later. If she isn’t up on the landing listening and touching herself, that is.

“Speaking of what I want,” she says, getting on all fours and crawling towards me slowly. I watch her, brain switching into neutral as her boobs dangle and some cum drips off onto the floor. “I’d like to, ah... borrow your dick again, if I may.”

Ava crawls up to me, feline and lithe with her dancer’s agility, and I spread my knees. My cock is still at half-mast, having never really softened fully, and it begins to thicken in anticipation. She stands and makes a show of slipping her thumbs into her waistband and pulling down her pants and underwear in one go, bending at the waist and keeping her legs perfectly still as she slides them down, her hands touching the floor. Her pussy is already soft and swollen, and I extend a hand to touch it as she comes closer and straddles my lap. My fingers are instantly wet and slippery as I gently cup her vulva, sliding a finger between her labia and caressing her inner lips. She moans appreciatively and takes my cock between her index and middle finger to steady it and then lowers herself onto it, rock hard and ready to meet her.

I slip inside her, slowly on the first penetration, and then she raises herself slightly to adjust and I go all the way in. We both groan with the pleasure, and then I grab her tits and squeeze them hard. She puts her hands over mine and throws her head back, raising herself up, and I thrust up into her. Her thighs are thick, dancer’s thighs, strong muscle clad in smooth skin with a deliciously juicy ass behind. From the rise of her pubic bone to her belly and ribs, she is firm and supple in front of me. Her breasts rise, hanging free as I shift my hands to her hips for leverage, capped with their pink nipples and sloping up gently to her collarbone. Her neck is statuesque, leaned back as she is, tendons standing out softly as she shakes her hair back. Her form is immaculate, and looking at her I see why men have struggled and strove to carve the female form from ivory and marble since the dimmest ages past. The shape of her body moves something deep in my instinctual underpinnings, and as I thrust up, she comes down, and it becomes something animal. There is no deep love here, no bond being knit, but there is a lust, an earthy passion, that takes us both. She plants her hands on my shoulders and I lock mine onto her hips and we fuck. She drives herself down again and again, impaling herself on my manhood, and I meet her downward momentum with short, sharp upward thrusts that send her boobs bouncing right in front of my face. She driving towards an outcome, eyes shut, mouth open, using my cock as a means to an end. When I can tell she is close I grab one of her nipples and twist it, making her eyes fly open and triggering her orgasm.

“Oh, Jack!” she cries out in ecstasy, coming down hard on my cock with an irregular rhythm and shaking to a stop, shoulders hunched, my forehead on her breastbone in between her breasts. She wraps her arms around my head and holds me there as she shudders and grinds her cock-filled pussy against me, gasping her pleasure. “Fuck fuck FUCK!” At last she relaxes and I use the moment to catch my breath between her tits as she does the same.

Finally she leans back and looks at me. “Will you please fuck my brains out?”

I smile and whisper, “’Sir’.”

She nearly snarls and pounces on me, kissing me long and hard, and I kiss her back before grabbing her ass in both hands and leaning forward to stand. She squeals and wraps her legs around my hips. I lean back, balancing her on my cock, and then pull her off and spin her around, pushing her forward over the back of the couch.

“OH!” She takes the whole length of my cock in one go as I shove it into her from behind and start fucking her immediately. There’s no easy way for her to hold herself up and as I get going she’s being rocked hard enough that she gives up and just flops over the back of the couch cushions. She is up on her tiptoes, legs stretched out taut behind her, coming together at the point of our union, and something about her inability to keep herself upright gives me the impression that I really am fucking her brains out, and this ratchets me up to a level of almost insatiable lust as I ram her. We are animals now, I a sire and she my bitch, our only goal to satisfy our passions of the moment, with no thought for any moment outside of that one. Together we travel ten, twenty, fifty thousand years into the past. Only if we were on a bed of animal skins and straw could this be more elemental. I slap her ass with one hand and she moans. I spank her again.

“Harder,” she moans into the couch.

I don’t know if she means the spanking or the fucking so I err on the side of caution. I give her a real wallop, leaving a red handprint on her right ass cheek, and then I brace myself on the back of the couch with both hands and start jackhammering into her. She shrieks with pleasure, her cries echoing off the the vaulted ceilings of the living room as she screams my name again and again. My balls are slapping into her so hard that it actually starts to produce a dull ache but I don’t care. I’m past even that. I’m past wondering what she’ll think of the handprint on her ass in two hours when it hasn’t faded, I’m past wondering what Charlotte must be thinking as she listens to us down here rutting like wild beasts, and I’m even past wondering where and when I’m going to cum. Our bodies are hot and slippery with sweat, and I am operating on instinct when I reach forward and grab a handful of her hair to yank her head back, putting a hand around her throat and grabbing one of her tits from behind. I pinch her nipple and shove two fingers in her mouth and she sucks them wildly as I fuck her relentlessly. It’s the smallest thing that makes me cum, in the end. I’ve pulled her up and away from the couch and I see that she has a hand between her legs on her clit, and then she grabs my balls as they swing in and I watch as her eyes roll back and she cums again, and that’s when I lose it.

I slam my hips forward one more time, burying myself to the hilt, and let loose a roar of satisfaction as I ejaculate inside of her and she spasms against me. Shot after shot of seed pumps into her from my rigid cock until it starts to leak out around the edges.

Ava moans inarticulately in my arms and I lower her down to the couch and hold her by the shoulders as I give her a final few strokes with my cock to satisfy my urges. Exhausted, I step back from her and she doesn’t move at all. I see my red handprint on her ass, my cum leaking out of her quite copiously, and she looks over her shoulder at me and I see her sweaty hair plastered to her flushed face, her makeup ruined, before she collapses back over the couch, panting. I put my hands on my hips panting hard myself, feeling pretty good about my work, and then I grab my robe off the floor. I don’t even remember when it came off. I give Ava a playful, light slap on her other ass cheek and she lets out a little whimper.

“Gonna shower off,” I say, and pause.

She makes no reply.

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I am pounding Charlotte from behind, getting very close to the climax. I look down at her perfect ass meeting my pelvis every time I thrust forward, and then I reach forward and gather her long blonde hair into a ponytail with my hands, winding it around one fist.

“Oh man, I love it when you do this,” she moans.

“So do I,” I growl, and give a slight tug, pulling her head back. I give up control and thrust faster and faster, and she moans louder and louder. Just as I’m about to finish, I pull out and pull her hair hard enough that she slides backwards towards me. I wrap her hair around my cock and use her soft locks to give myself the last two strokes before I explode into her hair.

Cum spurts directly into the mass of blonde hair at the back of her head, with one shot going over the top, drawing a line forward and onto the bed. I thrust forward and bury my dick in a warm nest of her hair. It’s far from saturated by the time I’m done, but there are significant spots of matted dampness.

“Whoa,” she says, breathing hard. “That was new.”

“Yeah,” I say. “Your hair looked too good to resist.”

“What do we call that?” she asks, looking over her shoulder and running her fingers through her hair, pulling her hand away sticky. “A hairjob?”

“I just call it fucking hot,” I say, smiling and wavering a bit on my feet.

“Look at me,” she says, beaming. “I’ve been marked. No one could ever mistake who I belong—”

She is interrupted by the doorbell.

“What time is it?” she asks.

“Gotta be after nine,” I say. “Was someone gonna drop by?”

She shrugs, leaning forward to rest on the bed, knees on the floor. “I dunno. Don’t have my phone. Damn. You got me good, baby.”

I rub her shoulders affectionately. “I’ll get a robe and answer the door.”

“Okay,” she says, cheek pressed into the comforter. I grab my robe and shrug it on, but then she jumps to her feet.

“No! Wait!” she flies past me to get her own robe, boobs bouncing this way and that. “I gotta get it! My hair!”

I am honestly confused. “What? Isn’t that the reason not to—”

“No, no, silly,” she says, breezing past me and out the bedroom door. “I’m marked! Everyone should know, and at least this person will!”

I stand with my hands on my hips, robe still open, and chuckle. “If they happen to notice and guess correctly.”

I hear her bare feet on the tile of the entryway and the sound of the door unlocking. There’s a squeal and the sound of girlish giggles. I can’t make out who it is, but that’s no surprise. I step forward to the doorway and listen.

“—show tonight?”

“Canceled for weather.”

“You flew back?”

“Hadn’t left yet.”

“Oh! I’m so glad you’re here, I want to hear about—”

“Nah, we’re done. He wasn’t who I hoped he’d be.”

“Oh, I’m sorry babe—”

“Oh, it’s nothing. We only went out a few times. What is in your hair?”

I snort a laugh and Charlotte giggles.

“I’ll give you three guesses and the first two can’t be jizz.”

“WHAT?! There’s cum in your hair?”

Charlotte giggles again, a high musical sound that I fell in love with quickly.

“Is he upstairs?”

“Yep. I’ll call him. Ja—”

“No, no, no. That’s okay.”

“Why?”

“No, no reason.”

“Oh, you’re feeling awkward because you haven’t seen him since he fucked the shit out of you in the guest bedroom, right?”

I snort again from my position leaning in the doorframe.

“Hey! I am not! And he didn’t….”

“What? Fuck you senseless? Fifty bucks says you couldn’t walk straight for two days.”

A low chuckle. “I did have to skip choreography that week.”

“I bet you did! And then you tried to blow so-and-so and it just wasn’t the same, his cum didn’t taste right—”

“Oh, shut up. You’re not always right about everything.”

“I am when it comes to the restorative powers of my man’s big dick. Jack! Ava’s here! Come down but don’t get dressed!”

I hear a scolding, shushing noise and more giggles. Oh boy. I walk over to the railing above the living room.

“Hello, ladies. Ava,” I say with a nod, pulling my robe shut and cinching the belt.

“Hiii,” she says playfully, facade fully in place.

I walk down the stairs and into the living room. “Just dropping by?” I ask casually, giving her a light embrace as I pass. I do nothing suggestive, but I sit purposely in the exact same spot on the couch I was in last time.

“Yeah, I had a show cancel, but that always leaves me hyped with nowhere to go.” She shrugs. She’s wearing a sort of chic pantsuit with an oversized jacket, which I think does nothing for her body at all. One specific way that Charlotte’s world is a mystery to me is fashion. I have no understanding for or innate sense of fashion, and it amuses Charlotte to no end.

“So you came here. And after a breakup, no less,” says Charlotte, tapping her chin with one finger.

“Charlotte!” says Ava, elbowing her. “Come on! It was a flame-out. There was no relationship so there can be no breakup.”

“No relationship,” muses Charlotte, walking around her in a circle. “Did you sleep together?”

“Well, yes, but I—”

“Did you suck his dick?”

“Sort of. Yes. I didn’t not—”

“It really wasn’t the same, was it?” says Charlotte, pouting her lip out.

“It wasn’t my fault!” says Ava, a flush rising in her cheeks. “He said he just doesn’t like getting head, that it never makes him…” she stops, having said more than she intended.

“Oh, my poor Ava-lina,” says Charlotte, giving her an earnest hug. Ava stands with her arms down at first, but hugs Charlotte back after a few seconds.

“That sucks,” Charlotte says. “But! So can you. You came here to recapture the magic, is that it?”

Ava huffs, folding her arms and turning around to pace to the other side of the living room. “I don’t know why I came here.”

Charlotte gives me a look, arching an eyebrow. She’s asking if I’m on board. I shrug one shoulder and incline my head. She grins.

Charlotte predicted that Ava would be back. She said this time I shouldn’t let her have it unless she’s willing to ask; no more talking or pressuring her into it. The next step needed to be voluntary. Seeing Ava’s agitation now, I doubt she’s ready for that.

I stand and walk back towards the entryway. “You’re here because you felt good last time you were here,” I say, leaning against the doorway. “You want to feel good again. It’s not rocket science.”

Ava looks at me with an unreadable expression.

“We do spend a lot of time around here feeling good,” says Charlotte.

Ava is looking out the window into the LA night, maintaining a somewhat sullen silence.

Charlotte looks at me and I shrug.

“Well,” says Charlotte. “If you need some good dick, I give you my blessing to borrow his. I just remembered that I have someplace I need to be. Upstairs. For thirty or forty minutes.”

She gives Ava a hug and comes over to me. “Go get her, Tiger,” she whispers in my ear, slipping her hand into my robe and giving my dick a squeeze. “And... good luck,” she adds with a smirk and a shake of her head.

She pads up the stairs and I hear the bedroom door click shut.

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As soon as we’re inside, Charlotte straddles me and her hand goes to my fly.

“Traffic should have us stuck in here for at least an hour,” she says. “How would you like to see if you can cum three times before we get home?”

“Well,” I murmur as she hauls my cock out and shucks her dress up. “I just came twice during dinner.”

“Twice,” she says leaning back to look at me. She grins. “What?!”

“Which one did you orchestrate?” I ask.

“I didn’t orchestrate anything,” she says. “Well, I tried, but it didn’t work out. I was going to set up a three-way with— but it doesn’t matter. She couldn’t make it work with her schedule, or that’s where we’d be now.”

I gape at her. “What?!”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make it work another night,” she smiles at me and then tilts her head slightly. “Oh, that’s not what you’re upset about, is it?”

“No! I thought--I didn’t--”

Her expression turns to one of understanding and sweet concern. “Oh! Sweetie. You thought I arranged--oh goodness.” She starts to laugh.

“What is so funny?”
“You!” she says. “Let me guess. You’re sitting there thinking you cheated on me during my show now.”

“Well, I did, apparently!” I say, trying not to smile and blushing.

“No you didn’t. Although I never saw you leave that table, so I want all of the details. What happened?”

I tell her about feeling the hands on my thighs just as she stood up for her part in the show, and she laughs.

“What timing! No wonder you thought I’d arranged it!”

“So you don’t know who that was?”
“Me?” she asks. “How would I know? You’re the one that got your dick sucked by a mystery woman. How could you not know who it was?”

I explain how it all happened under the table and then the woman disappeared within seconds.

“Huh,” says Charlotte, tapping her cheek. “She must have really timed that well. Describe her technique for me.”

“Technique of what?”

She slides to the floor of the limo and takes my mostly softened prick in her hand. She leans in and takes the sensitive head into her mouth, making me twitch and let out a moan. “Cock sucking,” she says.

“Oh.” I think back. “Well, she took it in both hands first.”

Charlotte wraps both hands around my hardening dick and starts to pump.

“No, she went very slowly at first.” She slows her pace.

“Then,” I say. “She started just very regularly and slowly licking underneath the head.”

“Like this?” she asks, and starts licking up with her tongue and then back down with the underside of her tongue, never breaking contact.

“No,” I groan. “That’s much better than what she did. She just did regular, timed licks. Like she was trying to count the licks to the center of a tootsie pop or something.”

Charlotte matches this description, slowly lapping while gently stroking it with both hands. “Better?”

“No,” I say. “What you were doing was better. But this is accurate.”

She goes back to her method of licking, maintaining the wet, warm feeling.

“Ohh,” I grunt. “You are so goddam good at sucking my cock.”

She smiles, not stopping her motions. “Then what?”

“Fucking... she just did that forever. Oh, no. At one point she used her lips to go side to side and blew bubbles— ungh!”

She pouts her lips out and starts doing exactly that and I almost nut on her face. She is just so attractive and I am so infatuated with her that I can barely stand it.

“You’re going to make me fucking cum with that,” I say.

“That’s good,” she says. “Did she?”

“She went back to licking it and eventually sped up slightly. Then... yeah.”

“Where did she have you cum?”

“Well since she never stopped licking, I assume it went straight into her mouth. But I couldn’t see anything. She either took it all or spit it out on the carpet, I don’t know. She cleaned me up and tucked me back into my pants, and by the time I had a chance to lift the tablecloth she was gone. She used the changing of the courses between dinner and dessert to slip away.”

“Huh!” says Charlotte, sitting back a bit, one hand still on my dick. “Under the table... never a word... that’s so fucking sexy. Oh, I love the thought of you filling her mouth with cum even though we don’t even know who it was. God, that’s hot.”

My cock twitches in her hand. “Oh, sorry,” she says, and goes back to stroking it.

Both of our phones ding at the same time. We’ve made a pact not to check our phones while we’re engaged in intimacy, but it seems fortuitous.

“Oh!” she says. “It’s Hedy!”

We both received the same message.

“Loved the show, thanks for dessert, hearts, Hedy,” reads Charlotte.

It’s followed quickly by a large stack of photos and videos. It turns out Hedy was documenting her experience under the table. Picture after picture of her licking, kissing or sucking on my dick. One in particular has her with her lips pouted out, her eyes wide, and my shaft stretching her mouth well out of normal shape. There’s just a little foam of cum or spit visible around the edges.

“I knew that was cum on her face,” Charlotte says.

“Umm…” I say.

“Don’t be embarrassed, and don’t feel bad. Her tits are phenomenal. I only wish we’d both gotten to see them in person. And look at those DSLs,” she says, flipping back through the photos. “Damn. I need to take more selfies while I suck you off. These are so hot.”

“So...” I begin. “That was actually the second time I came tonight.”

Charlotte looks at me and grins. “Tell me.”

I recount the teasing that Hedy did during the salad course, telling Charlotte about how she flashed me but then eventually just sat with her tits hanging out while people talked. I explain how she was gone for most of the blowjob, and how I was pretty much convinced that it was indeed Hedy under the table... right up until she sat down.

“She popped her dress aside again just before I came,” I say.

“I’m jealous,” says Charlotte. “I’d love to cum to the sight of her titties. So how did she wind up sucking you off too?”

“I don’t... I mean, she just crawled under the table and gave me real sloppy head,” I say.

“Mm-mm,” she says. “Details.”

I laugh and sigh, then describe Hedy’s technique, from the cold-start full deepthroat up until the self-administered throat fucking.

“She... interesting,” says Charlotte, still stroking my cock and straightening up.

“If you do that, I’m going to blast cum down your throat.”

“I love it when you blast cum down my throat.”
“I’m just warning you. Recounting this story is turning me on so much.”

“Don’t ever warn me when you’re going to cum, buster,” she says.

I laugh. “My apologies. Anyway, she basically gave herself a throat-fuck and never took my dick out of her mouth for--”

At this, Charlotte dives down and swallows my whole cock, then does her best to do as I’m describing, leaving my cock in her mouth and mostly just sliding the head down the point of no return between her mouth and throat at an escalating pace.

“Holy fuuucccckk,” I groan. “She... also... sucked and licked on the head quite a bit at one point... FUCK!”

Charlotte pops off and does exactly that, furiously stroking and slobbering all over the head of my cock, sending runners of spit and pre-cum flying.

“She also... sucked my balls...” I manage.

“With those lips... fuck,” she says feverishly. “Where did you cum? Down her throat?” she asks hopefully.

“I grabbed her head and clamped it with my thighs and--”

She takes my legs and tries to pull them up, and I’m with her. I grab a handful of her blonde hair, force her head down all the way to my balls, clamp her head between my thighs and erupt.

“CAME DOWN HER THROAT!” I shout, thrusting my hips forward and dumping a huge load of cum inside of her.

She moans and whimpers as my dick convulses in her mouth and throat, swallowing my cum and letting not a drop escape. I feel transported out of my body, bucking and grinding my hips, legs squeezing and spasming, awash in the good feelings and hormones. I collapse backwards and go limp, freeing Charlotte and sliding out of her mouth. She gasps for breath and swallows hard.

“Fuck yeah!” she says. “That was one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had! For me, at least!”

I nod in breathless assent.

“So Hedy got some and someone else got some... huh,” she says, catching her breath and leaning back. “I’ll have to do some poking around and find out who the mystery lady was. Someone who knows the taste of your cum now despite the fact that we don’t know her.”

“Maybe we do,” I say.

“Fair point,” she nods. “Is there anything else you can give me about her?”

I close my eyes and try to get my brain back online. “Her hands felt small to me. Maybe she was short?”

She shrugs. “Well, it’s better than nothing. Small hands, slow and steady technique, probably swallowed your cum, and got away clean.”

I nod. That about sums it up.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t get too bored, anyway. I see I’m going to have to be careful with you out in public. It is possible that I’ve bragged about you to too many people,” she grins.

“I have no intention of... well, intentionally philandering,” I say.

“Apparently sometimes it can’t be helped,” she says with mock seriousness.

“Apparently,” I mutter, shaking my head. “It only occurred to me halfway through Hedy blowing me that you had probably only arranged one of the encounters, and since I didn’t know which one...”

“You bravely soldiered on without making a scene,” she says with an indulgent smile. “Good thing I don’t get jealous, eh?”

I nod. “You are one of a kind.”

“Yes,” she nods. “Now, will my one of a kind man kindly get it up again so I can have a little more of his legendary cock?”

“Three times before we get home?” I ask, sitting up.

“At this rate, three times before we leave the parking lot,” she says, putting a hand to her own lap and moving her fingers in a circular motion. “We might be here awhile.”

“What ever did they do before they invented sex in limousines?” I ask.

“Something tells me,” she says, as she lowers herself down onto my prick with a sigh, “limos and sex in limos were invented more or less at the same time.”

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My woman is a wizard, and the only thing I know for sure is that it wasn’t her under the table blowing me, and it sure as hell wasn’t Hedy Laurant. Having been interrupted and distracted during the first two courses by sexual escapades, I straighten up and tuck into my cheesecake with relish because I’m quite hungry.

I am startled by the feeling of hands on my thighs once again. This time I look down and see Hedy’s face smiling up at me from my crotch. She has the tablecloth bunched up behind her neck and she beckons me to scoot closer to the table. I do, sliding my chair forward again, and her face disappears under the tablecloth as the smoke machines and lights start up again and a house music beat starts to thud. My fly is unzipped and fumbling fingers fish for my stiffening prick, pulling it out and rasping it against the zipper. I wince and try once again to steel myself to not appear as though something is seriously wrong with me at this formal dinner, thankful for the low light and the loud distraction on the runway. I compose myself just in time to feel my cock swallowed all the way to the hilt without any effort or resistance. I cry out just as a general chorus of cheers and whistles goes up for none other than Betty Russell, who is strutting down the runway wearing a sheer, lacy gown that does everything to highlight her figure.

Apparently tonight is full of surprises on the stage, I think, as a tongue begins lapping at my balls from inside the mouth that has swallowed my cock. Apparently Hedy’s head game is strong indeed. I lean forward and down as though to fix my sock and slide a hand inside her dress to grab her breast. It is soft and firm, resisting the pressure of my hand to retain its deliciously spherical shape, which I squeeze sumptuously as I withdraw my hand. She slides her head off of my cock as quickly and easily as she swallowed it in the first place, and she grabs my wrist to hold it over her breast. My face is down near my plate and I figure I have about five seconds before I’ve been doing this too long— how out of place could my sock be, after all— but she lets go after I give her another brief squeeze. I wish I could keep holding for longer because she feels divine under my fingers, almost like a ripe piece of fruit. She lets go of my wrist and immediately swallows my entire cock again, causing a sharp intake of breath and making my eyes roll back in my head. She just stays there, nose pressed again my skin, letting her throat massage my cock.

Betty has been replaced on the stage by three young models walking in quick succession, each wearing one item of clothing that seemingly belongs to a single outfit. The first has on just a teal-splashed-with-green top, wearing nude colored leggings and heels; the second has on matching miniskirt with a nude colored top and heels; the third has thigh-high boots in the same color and a nude-colored leotard. The effect is quite striking, as is what Hedy does next, which is to start bobbing her head. Only unlike what most women do, bobbing their heads on the upper half of my cock, she bobs her head on the lower half, meaning my cockhead is staying entirely covered, sliding from her mouth to her throat over and over again. I force my upper body to go entirely rigid, locking down every muscle to stop from flailing and reacting with my hips.

In the back of my mind, I wonder if this was Charlotte’s plan all along or if this is just a chance encounter. Surely she did not orchestrate the mystery blowjob AND Hedy’s peep show PLUS this deepthroat extravaganza? I check my watch and see that the show is due to continue for at least another thirty minutes. I, on the other hand, do not see myself lasting five more minutes based on what I’m feeling now.

Hedy gives my cock a break and switches to my balls instead, giving them attention to the same degree that she has been lavishing it upon my cock. Her tongue is everywhere and then she sucks first one and then both of my nuts into her mouth at once. The angle is restricted due to my slacks, and I actually feel her bump her head on the table a couple of times trying to get at them properly. I put my hands over my face and will my body not to betray me. The random twitches and firing of nerve endings is almost impossible to overcome, and my feet are tapping their own little dance away under the table. I feel, more than hear Hedy give a giggle and wonder for the first time if perhaps it’s she that is a little drunk. She starts sucking and licking the tip of my cock in a manner that borders between playful and obscene, pausing at odd times and then continuing double time, making it impossible to predict what she’s going to do next. She keeps it up relentlessly, using her full lips to great effect that, once again tonight, I wish that I could witness. I’ll bet her dress has come loose again under there too, baring those amazing tits. I am so horny with pent up aggression that I could scream, but I’m too convinced that I will do precisely that if I’m not more careful, so I breathe deeply to calm myself.

My seat mate once again takes my obvious bluster as a sign of anxiety for the show and lays a hand on my wrist. “Not to worry dear, she only has one outfit change left and I’m certain she’ll do wonders.”

I smile and nod. “I’m just a little… ANXIOUS that it all goes well,” I blubber. The woman nods sympathetically.

Hedy has deepthroated me all the way again— halfway through my sentence— and is absolutely hammering herself onto my cock, fucking her face and throat as wantonly as I would ever dare to do if I had full control. A brief image of her with pigtails and me holding on to one in each hand while I thrust down her throat over and over comes into my mind. I put my palms flat on the table, slouch down slightly in my chair, and try to stare at the runway as if it’s all I had to see.

Charlotte comes out then, wearing a bikini top that barely covers her with a pair of low-rise leather leggings that show the curves of her legs and ass amazingly. Her breasts jiggle like crazy, bounding from side to side almost like they do when she’s naked at home, and everyone oohs and aahs over whatever fashion principles they see in the clothing. The clothing! That’s what they’re looking at! I only have eyes for Charlotte, as always, and seeing her walk so confidently in her element, looking sexy as hell and knowing when we get home I’ll have my way with her, I can’t hold back any longer.

I put my hand into my lap to grab a handful of Hedy’s hair and shove her head roughly down to the base of my cock, then I clamp my thighs around her head to keep her in place and release. It feels especially hot this time, like my balls overheated just for this purpose, and it positively rushes down the length of my cock and into Hedy’s throat. She remains completely still and I feel her throat working, swallowing as my muscles clench and release over and over, pumping more out to fill her belly. Her tongue licks the base of my shaft, trying to get to my balls as they do their work, and her mouth and throat feel warm and wet and perfect. I hold her in place for as long as I dare and then release, and she slides off slowly. She kisses and licks my cock almost worshipfully as it softens, pampering it with her plump lips and silky tongue. And then, she is gone, leaving it hanging and dripping onto my pants. I casually slide my napkin into my lap and try not to look like I’m wiping off my dick under the table before putting it back in my pants and zipping up, separating each action by a few seconds and a casual stretch or two. Hedy doesn’t try to hide her return at all, simply crawling out from under the table onto her chair and sitting up. Incredibly, I would swear that no one at the table notices, but who knows? I am beyond caring as I sit up and try to pull myself together for the umpteenth time that night.

The show is going through its grand finale, with all the models doing one last walk, including Betty and Charlotte last. There is a standing ovation that I can thankfully rise to the occasion for, and then the lights come up and the plates are cleared. Cocktails are brought around again and we are expected to mingle. Charlotte arrives fairly quickly in the dress she came in and is bubbly and energetic, as she always is after working.

“You were magnificent!” I say, embracing her.

“Thank you!” she says. “The look on your face when the spotlight came up--it was priceless!”

Thinking back to that moment and the surprise of feeling a mysterious someone reaching into my pants to grab my dick, I can only shrug and nod. I still don’t know which of the night’s events she masterminded and I’m not going to ask her here.

“Hey, Char,” says a voice behind us and we turn.

“Hi, Hedy!” says Charlotte.

Hedy is standing fairly close looking up at us. “Hell of a show you put on! I thought you weren’t walking anymore?”

Charlotte beams and shrugs. “Thanks! When Tommy asked and showed me what he had in mind, I knew I had to be a part of it.”

Hedy is looking at Charlotte, and I notice that there is just a little drop of pearly white cum below her nostril.

“Well you were fantastic,” says Hedy, clasping Charlotte by the hand.

“Oh honey,” says Charlotte, “you’ve got a little something on your lip.”

“Ah!” Hedy laughs, putting a hand to her face and licking her upper lip. “I’m such a sloppy eater. Your cute boy here said something that had me laughing and I think a little dessert went up my nose. Kind of a lot actually. See you around!”

She turns to leave and Charlotte looks at me. “Glad you’re making an impression! See, these things aren’t so bad.”

I smile and raise an eyebrow but she either doesn’t take my meaning or doesn’t want to engage here.

We make our way through the crowds with the general press of humanity that is doing the same, walk the red carpet as we leave, and get into a limo to head home.

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It is the evening of some extravagant fashion show downtown. Charlotte and I each work a lot, though rarely from the hours of eight to five, Monday through Friday. Long hours sequestered in a room with a laptop for me, and the occasional studio meeting; days-long photo shoots for her, and occasional evening events like this one. From the front door and the red carpet back through the photo backdrops we move, mingling in the cocktail area and lingering the longest. She is interested and engaged, talking continuously to everyone who greets us, while I nod and smile and make small talk where possible with gorgeous women, ostentatious designers, endless photographers and subdued spouses. I have more in common with the plus-ones than I do with the guests, which makes sense. This is not my industry.

Eventually we are seated at a table with other models and their dates. The only one I recognize is Hedy Laurant, who is wearing a dress that frankly astounds me. While Charlotte’s is strapless and shows off a generous rounding at the top of each breast, Hedy’s has straps but plunges so low and wide that her nipples are barely obscured. She’s not displaying cleavage so much as she is simply presenting most of her bosom, with really only the closest borders receiving any sort of coverage. Of course, everyone here has seen her boobs at this point--her debut was in a show where she was prominently and famously dancing topless from beginning to end--but it’s still very distracting. She is seated directly opposite me, in front of the catwalk where the models who will actually be walking the runway tonight will soon be on display after the salad and entree service is complete. We make nice around the table for a moment before drink service and the program begins. Hedy’s date seems to be completely disinterested in her, openly speaking more to the woman to his right, a younger redhead model I don’t recognize.

“This first designer is who I’m most excited for,” Charlotte says to someone to her left. Then, as an afterthought, she turns to me. “By the way, I arranged some entertainment for you tonight. Someone who is very interested in your virility.”

“What’s that now?” I ask.

“Just be ready!” she says with a wink. “Don’t resist when it happens.”

“When what happens?”

“Oh, you’ll know.”

Then the server is there from the bar to get our orders and the salads begin to come out one table at a time. Since no one is speaking to me directly, my thoughts wander and I find myself in my own world as writers often do when left to themselves. Charlotte is engaged in conversation, and the only other person at the table who isn’t is Hedy, but she’s too far away for polite chatter.

I glance up at her from time to time, my eyes inevitably drawn to her boobs. Mostly because I’m a man with a perhaps hyperactive sex drive, but also because she’s simply front and center in my line of sight. She catches me looking and smiles. I grin back sheepishly and wave my salad fork.

“Hey,” I say around a mouthful of lettuce.

She continues smiling, glancing surreptitiously around the table. Then she uses one hand to subtly twitch the fabric of her dress from the side and bares the remainder of her left breast. I stare openly, mouth slightly ajar, and she laughs out loud. Her curves are incredibly full and plump in contrast with her slim frame. The way her nipple rides high gives an appealing retrousse aspect to her breast, drawing attention to how round and full it is underneath, and highlighting the globe-like shelf it creates overhanging her ribcage. She covers her wondrous mammary back up after perhaps five seconds and winks at me, and the only sign that it actually happened at all is that my mouth is still open and my fork is still frozen in mid-wave. I blink and she looks away over her shoulder to catch the attention of a passing server.

I go back to my food, and after a couple more bites am unable to avoid glancing up again. She’s no longer looking at me, but her right breast is now halfway out from behind her dress.

Fuck, I think, rock hard and straining against my pants. I give thanks that I don’t have to get up any time soon and that the tablecloth is floor length, and pull myself a little closer to the table. I take another quick couple of bites of salad and then inevitably glance up again. Now both of her tits are peeking out and she has a small smile on her face as she begins to pick at her salad. I can’t help myself. I glance up again and it dawns on me that this must be Charlotte’s idea of arranging entertainment. I relax at that thought. She’s engrossed in conversation about the coming winter’s new design principles and I don’t resent it in the least--of all the things we share, mutual love of clothing isn’t one of them, and not just because I’m mostly concerned with disrobing her as soon as possible whenever we’re alone. She knew I would be bored to tears and likely sidelined tonight, so she did this. What could I possibly do to keep her engaged if our roles were reversed? I smirk, knowing the only answer would be to slip her into a closet and fill her up, and my eyes wander with my thoughts back up into the world.

Hedy stretches backward, rolling her shoulders out with her arms behind her chair, and her dress simply slips off of both of her breasts. I am amazed that no one has noticed, but everyone else at the table is simply not paying attention, and I don’t dare risk a look around the larger room. I’ll bet some server is getting the tip of a lifetime as they cross the room, but seemingly I am the only one paying attention to the presentation of a truly delectable entree. Charlotte’s are larger, but on Hedy’s diminutive frame, hers look large and incredibly well-formed— comparisons can always be made, but I am without complaint. She is tantalizing as she pouts her lips at me and runs her fingers through her hair. I wonder why Charlotte said that someone was interested in my virility? My cock is a steel pole under the table, to be sure, but it has no bearing on this public peep show I’m getting.

A voice comes over the sound system as an MC begins introducing the agenda for the evening and Hedy deftly, casually covers up. Her fingers slide down and twitch the fabric back into place like it never happened as people look around to find the source of the announcement on the stage. She smiles at me and, unaware of how else to respond, I smile back and incline my head in a gesture of thanks.

Dinner service begins and it is revealed that once each table has their meals, the show will begin. Charlotte turns and asks me how my salad was, and I enthusiastically reply. She is amused by my answer, but we’re cut off by the salad plates being cleared from our right sides as our dinner plates are laid from the left. I’m impressed by the coordination of the serving staff who are dispatched with one plate each and clear with one hand as they serve the next guest over with their other. With this syncopation the entire room is switched and served in very little time.

As I cut into my steak, the lights go down and music comes up. It’s an elaborate setup, and I see why they call them “fashion shows.” There are fog machines, lighting, and strategic musical accompaniment, and it’s really not underselling anything to call what the models do choreography. The ensembles are outlandish for the most part in my eyes, and not always sexual; many of them are, though, certainly enough to keep my attention.

I look around to see who else I can recognize here tonight. I remembered seeing some people I knew by face but not name, and Kate Caldwell from a distance. I thought I saw Betty Russell from behind, but I couldn’t--

My chair is suddenly slowly sliding forward until the table is pressing into my stomach. Disoriented in the dark, I whip my head around and find Charlotte resting her hand on mine. She winks, and I feel a new set of hands lightly on my knees, pressing them apart.

“Wha--” I begin, and Charlotte shakes her head. I feel small hands sliding up my thighs.

“Watch the show,” she whispers as the floor-length tablecloth is gently rucked up onto my pants, “and enjoy. Don’t be surprised, but there’s something I didn’t tell you about.”

“What--” I ask, but it’s lost in the applause as something changes on the stage.

Suddenly there’s a spotlight on her, right here at the table, and she stands and walks to the stairs at the runway. Apparently she’s been wearing something new all along, debuting tonight from a designer of some note. My surprise is compounded by the hands I feel unzipping my slacks and exploring inside of my fly. My cock is deftly loosed before I can think too much about it, and I feel two hands wrapping around the shaft.

On the runway, Charlotte strides down towards the center of the room, a serious expression on her face as she turns with a practiced sashay and heads away. Under the table, my cock is being gently, experimentally double-cranked by what feel like small hands, and I feel the first hint of warmth on the tip, as though someone is breathing on it very close, and then blowing on it. I tense up with the anticipation and distraction, looking around to see if anyone at the table is noticing my posture, which I feel surely must be very visible and awkward. I will myself to relax and try to sit naturally, albeit very closely, to the table, because no one around me is paying me any mind. Not even....

The seat across from me is empty. I look around casually again and see no one walking to or from the table, and no extra guests at the nearby tables. Hedy’s date is watching the show, but Hedy is nowhere to be found.

Except I think I’ve found her.

I feel the slightest pressure and warmth on the underside of my cockhead, getting stronger and warmer by the second. The stroking slows to a regular, torturous rhythm that has me straining for more. I feel what is most decidedly a tongue lick the underside of my cockhead, wet and full, and then nothing. Then another lick, a pause, and another. There is a metronome going in someone’s head guiding this pace, and while I wish the tempo would pick up, I can’t argue with the results. If I wasn’t in public, I would be thrashing by now, driven mad by both the regularity and the tease.

The fashion show carries on, and model after model walks out wearing the latest designs of someone whose name I can’t remember, and not just because I can’t remember any names at this precise moment. The pace of the stroking under the table never varies, though after a minute or two I feel the tongue replaced by a set of very plump lips softly sliding from one side to the other while lightly blowing spit bubbles. I begin to feel a tingling sensation in my extremities and wonder just how much blood my body is rerouting to my cock, which feels half a size bigger at least.

I grab for my fork and knife and saw into my steak, cutting too large of a piece and stuffing it into my mouth. Hedy has not returned to her seat and I become more and more convinced that it’s her face attached to the lips currently driving me absolutely crazy under the table. If it is, I only wish I could see her fantastic tits again--otherwise, I am as ever without complaints. The only other thing I’d wish for, given the chance to communicate, would be a quick finish because I feel as though I am going to vibrate out of my skin. I begin to slouch involuntarily, pushing my dick infinitesimally closer to the talented mouth under the table in hopes that its owner will slip it into her mouth and suck on it hard and fast to finish me off before someone notices why Charlotte’s boyfriend is having some sort of stroke at the table.

Speaking of Charlotte, she is next on the runway in a new ensemble. It’s iridescent green with blue spines coming out from the back in a fan pattern, like a sort of peacock. She looks fantastic, of course, but the clothes are just silly. To where would anyone wear such a thing--

I gasp as the woman under the table grips my cock more tightly and picks up the pace, and the middle-aged woman to my right puts a hand on my arm.

“Doesn’t she look incredible?” she asks. “You’re a lucky man!”

I smile and nod, saying something that I don’t remember but hopefully made sense.

I feel myself get a long way closer to finishing due to the quickened pace. I am literally on the edge of my seat now, struggling to maintain my composure as the experience I’m having does not match the setting or the tempo of my surroundings at all. I feel my cock pointed downward a bit, and then the unmistakable feel of the tip of it tracing an erect nipple.

Just when I am more convinced than ever that it’s Hedy Laurant using my dick for nipple play, the woman herself reclaims her seat across the table and throws me a demure smile. My eyes go wide and she assumes I am noticing that, as she turns to the side to watch the show, I have a nearly uninterrupted view of her left breast. She smirks and does her trick with the fabric to bare it entirely again, much safer now in the dark than she was before in assuming no one else will see. That done, she pivots her attention to the stage.

My mind is racing a mile a minute and I feel like I want to flip the table to see who the fuck is under there. I feel a soft, warm tongue begin licking me like an ice cream cone at slow intervals again, slightly faster than before. What the fuck-- who the fuck--

It’s all too much input, and, eyes locked on Hedy’s covert display, I suddenly go careening over the edge and splurt under the table. I grip the edge of the table so hard my fingertips turn white as the hands continue stroking as consistently as ever and the tongue keeps lapping at my frenulum as though nothing is happening. Strange to not know where my seemingly endless streams of cum are firing off, stranger to not know who is taking them, especially since it must be straight into her mouth. I let out a large breath of air as quietly as I can, hoping that if noticed it will be taken as a sign of respect for an outfit. Hedy is absorbed in the show now, perhaps entirely forgetting that her dress is askew, more likely not caring either way. The mysterious stranger under the table continues stroking and licking until my cock stops flowing.

I reach for my goblet of water, and for the first and only time I feel a hot, wet mouth surround my cockhead and suck the last of the cum out of it. I knock the water goblet to a forty-five degree angle and almost don’t catch it in time. I grab for it and manage to get my fingers around it in time, only sloshing a small bit of water over the rim. Hedy, who is most assuredly not the person I just gave a large mouthful of my semen to, is the only one who notices, having turned back at that moment. I raise the glass to her with a wink and a nod, toasting her tit, as it were, and she smirks and covers back up. She probably assumes I’m drunk, half slouched at the table, ogling her boobs and knocking over water glasses, and honestly, if I get out of this situation with only one person thinking just that, I’ll count my blessings.

I feel my cock receive a light kiss on the tip, and then it is carefully placed back into my slacks, with the zipper done up behind it. The tablecloth is reset to the floor, and I sit up and scoot my chair back as a break in the show arrives. I try to compose myself as the house lights come up to half and the servers emerge from the nether regions of the kitchen to work their magic. In a whirlwind of activity, each table is surrounded, dinner cleared and a dessert plate is set in front of us. Two members of our table rise for a break and while I see no sign, before the lights come down I’m confident my under-the-table admirer has slipped away in the shuffle. When the lights go down I make a show of dropping my fork and lifting up the tablecloth—only shoes and legs under there now.

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“We’re in here!” I call amidst the laughter.

I hear footsteps and look up to see Charlotte standing in the doorway, smiling at us.

“Glad to see you two got it done!”

I prop myself up on my elbows. “I think we did indeed. I’m glad you’re back.”

I scan her face for the slightest hint of jealousy or disquiet, and see none.

She smiles, setting down the bags she is carrying from her shopping trip. “One of your security guys outside said to check your phone, Ava,” she says.

Ava hiccups. “Probably one of my publicists. There’s always another meeting.”

Charlotte steps into the room with her hands on her hips. “Damn, girl. He really hosed you down, didn’t he?”

Ava grins and sits up. “I couldn’t even get half of it off. He really is a viking, isn’t he?”

“I’m afraid so,” Charlotte says. “I think I need to thank him for doing what I asked.” She pulls her shirt over her head and unclasps her bra, then pulls her ponytail out, shaking her hair free. “You’re welcome to help, of course, miss.”

I scoot back to the headboard and stuff a couple of pillows behind my back.

“So whose free-use is this?” Ava asks, rolling onto her side to watch as Charlotte crawls between my legs and lays down.

“What do you mean?” Charlotte asks as she takes my re-hardening prick in her palm and licks her other fingers to wet the tip.

“We were talking about free-use a bit this morning,” I say. “She still doesn’t quite get it.”

“Oh,” says Charlotte, kissing and licking it while she thinks. “It sounds like you think of it as transactional, Ava.”

“Isn’t it?” Ava asks, gesturing to my cock in Charlotte’s mouth. “He wants his dick sucked, you suck his dick.”

“Well, he always wants his dick sucked. He’s a virile man. That’s not the point. Did you hear him ask me to suck his dick just now?”

“No,” Ava says.

“He didn’t have to. A dick like this needs sucking. I know it, he knows it, you know it.”

“But that’s... for him,” Ava says.

“It’s a fact, is what it is,” Charlotte says, licking up the shaft and starting to gently stroke. Her legs are bent at the knees and her feet are waving casually back and forth as she enjoys herself. “Me ignoring it wouldn’t make it less of a fact. I love him, and making sure his needs are met is very important to me. He shouldn’t have to get down on his knees and beg me to have his needs met, should he?”

“No... I wouldn’t say that, but....”

“But,” says Charlotte, taking me into her mouth, “what?”

“Why does he get his needs met? What about yours?”

“I need him to have his needs met, for one thing,” Charlotte replies easily. “For another, he meets my needs in all sorts of ways. Sexually, emotionally, and in physical ways that aren’t sexual. I want a man in my life. I want someone to love who loves me completely. I want someone to come home to and someone to look out for my best interests. He is all of those things.”

“I don’t understand why that means you need to suck his dick so much,” pouts Ava.

“Look,” says Charlotte. “When I satisfy his sexual needs, it tells him deep down that he’s safe, desired, and wanted. I want him to feel those things because that’s how he makes me feel. I use all parts of my body to do that, not just my mouth. But I do like the feeling of his hard cock throbbing on my tongue.” She deepthroats me and I groan, rolling my hips up, making her gag. “And, I don’t have to do anything. I choose to tell him to take me, whenever he feels the urge, in whichever way he chooses. That gets me off, too. I love being the shield-maiden that satisfies this viking man.”

“So it’s not a trade-off for you,” says Ava slowly. “You don’t see it as giving something up.”

“I mean, to be in love is to give everything up,” I say. “You lose yourself and become someone new. Nothing held back.” I caress Charlotte’s cheek as I say this. She smiles at me.

“That’s too scary,” says Ava. “I’ll help suck your dick, though. I’ve never been fucked like that before and it was incredible. You deserve it.”

Charlotte shakes her head slightly and opens her mouth to reply but I shrug and she shrugs back, moving over to make space between my thighs. Ava lays out next to her and goes for my balls right away. Charlotte grips the base of my cock with one hand and bobs her head up and down on the tip while Ava licks my scrotum, and I groan again. Seeing their blonde heads working my package is every dream I’ve ever had come true and multiplied a hundredfold. Charlotte dips her head and sucks my right nut into her mouth and Ava sucks my left, and Ava adds her hand atop Charlotte’s so they’re both stroking my shaft. My mental arousal is off the charts, but since I just had such an athletic sexual romp with Ava, my stamina is holding. I want it to hold as long as possible so that I can burn every single image I’m seeing into my long term memory to keep there until I die.

Seeing my obvious enjoyment, Charlotte whispers something in Ava’s ear. Ava rolls her eyes and whispers back as they continue stroking my cock together. Charlotte replies and it seems the matter is settled.

They both lick their way up from my sack to my cock, moving their hands and then meeting at the top of my dick. Once there, they pout their lips out and start sliding up and down my shaft from either side, each moving their heads in sync. Charlotte’s fingers tickle my balls as they use both of their mouths to create pressure from each side. On every third or fourth stroke they pause at the tip and Ava grips the base of my cock tightly and they lick and suck on the head from each side. After a few repetitions, their dancing tongues start to touch each other and I am turned on past the capacity for rational thought.

“Oh, fuck,” I say. “Oh Charlie, oh Ava--”

They both look up at me, blue-eyed, blonde and beautiful, and I see the cum drying on Ava’s forehead and in her hair, and then on one upstroke they both grab my cock and when they go to suck the tip my hips bounce and they get about half of my cockhead and half each other’s lips and tongues. They kiss for a few seconds before sliding me back in between their mouths and basically making out with each other with my cock in the middle. Charlotte’s other hand comes up and hold’s Ava’s head gently by the cheek as they kiss deeply, tongues swirling around the tip of my dick, and that’s when I lose it.

The cum boils up from my balls and erupts all over their tongues, and then spurts up between their faces like a volcano. They both get a sloppy helping of jizz on their cheeks and lips, but they don’t stop kissing, licking and sucking. My cum stretches between their lips as they kiss and drips from their tongues down their chins and back down my cock as well.

“FUCK!” I burst out, as my balls pump load after load out onto their faces, and they both smile as they kiss and lick each other, sucking the head of my cock as it happens. Charlotte especially is trying to lick the cum off of Ava’s face as they go back and forth, and I finally collapse backwards, completely spent and overstimulated. My brain is a whirlwind and I think they’ve found my own factory reset button, because I can hardly formulate coherent thoughts. It is a few seconds before I realize they’re talking.

“You’re right,” says Ava. “It doesn’t taste bad.”

“Yeah! It’s not lemon sorbet or anything, buts it’s not bad.”

“Better than Jaeger.”

Giggles. Then smacking sounds. I look up and see that they are gently kissing each others faces, cleaning the cum off of one another.

“And kissing me isn’t that bad either, right?” says Charlotte teasingly.

“No,” Ava admits. “But this is a one-time thing.”

“Sure,” says Charlotte, kissing Ava fully on the lips. “One-time thing.”

Charlotte sucks my cock into her mouth again, and Ava kisses the side of my shaft, looking up to make eye contact with me.

“Look at that,” Ava says. “He’s finally getting soft.”

“Mmmm,” hums Charlotte. “I could fix that.”

“Alright, alright,” says Ava, laughing and rising. “I’ll leave you two crazies to your business. I’ve got to shower and get some things done today.”

“Okay babe,” says Charlotte. “Text me?”

I wave as Ava turns to go. “Thanks for the… experience,” she says with a wink. I watch her from behind as she sashays out of the room.

“What the fuck just happened?” I say to the room in a low voice.

“Your awesome girlfriend made your wildest fantasy come true,” Charlotte giggles.

“I continually struggle to believe that you’re real,” I say.

“That’s okay. Your penis knows I’m real. Don’tcha?” she says, kissing it.

“You’re good?” I ask, sitting up.

“I’m good. You’re good. She’s… well. We did what we could. You did perfectly.”

“And you’re not…” I shrug.

“Jealous?” she chuckles. “I wouldn’t trade places with her for anything. I am happy living with at least one foot on earth. Even if being with you does put my head in the clouds.”

“I love you,” I say, looking at her fondly.

“I love you,” she says affectionately. “Let’s shower. There’s something new I want you to try on me….”

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I wake with dawn light filtering in through the windows. I am naked, flat on my back on the couch, with a light gray blanket drawn up over me. I am also alone. I hear clinking sounds in the kitchen. I rise and visit the restroom before padding barefoot and naked to the kitchen to feed myself.

“Hey baby,” I call as I enter. “How about I make us some—”

But it’s not Charlotte at the stove. It’s Ava, working at the stove and wearing an apron

Only an apron.

Her ass is hanging out and her back is bare. She turns to smile at me. “Charlotte had to step out. She told me… well, she told me everything.”

“Oh?” I ask weakly, sitting down on a barstool at the counter.

“She said she told you to fuck me if at all possible. She told me this after I went and found her an hour ago, weeping because I’d gotten you to cheat on her with me in the night.”

“Ah…” I said, unsure of how to proceed.

“She actually said she’d told you to bang me. She used the term ‘fuck my brains out.’ I’m not sure that’s what we did last night. Would you say we banged? Would you say that you adequately,” she flips a pancake and looks over her shoulder at me coquettishly, “fucked my brains out?”

Her attitude is flippant and her tone is light, but I am very aware that I do not know this woman at all.

“In the most parochial sense,” I say cautiously.

“Ha!” she says. “Parochial! The writer flexing his vocabulary.”

“Look,” I say, “if you’re offended—”

“Oh no,” she says, taking a pan filled with bacon off the heat. “I’m unaccustomed, that’s what I am. Unaccustomed to not being the one holding the strings. If I seem a little off, that’s why.”

I wait as she uses tongs to remove each piece onto a paper towel-clad plate one at a time.

“But I don’t resent it, per se,” she says. “Charlotte is one of my best friends. If she thinks I need a different kind of lover, I’m prepared to entertain the notion. Even if it’s just one night from the most… ah… parochial of perspectives.”

She still hasn’t turned to face me. She removes the final pancake from another pan and turns off the last burner, adding the pancake to a stack in the oven. She bends fully at the waist to do so, and I am treated to a full view from behind as she does so.

Having done this, she turns to look at me. “I do, however, intend to get my full treatment.”

I see now that the apron is narrow and her breasts stick out almost completely on both sides, with only the inner halves covered. They swing gently from side to side as she walks over to the counter. I realize too late that I should be formulating a reply, and at the very least making eye contact.

“What do you say, Tiger?” she says, stopping in front of me. “Are you going to fuck my little popstar brains out? Or just stare at my tits all day?”

She puts her elbows down on the counter and puts her chin on her fists. The apron falls down and away, giving me an eye-full of everything as they break free.

I tear my eyes away with an effort and look up at her electric blue eyes to see a sardonic smile cross her lips.

“I am going to fuck your brains out, Miss Popstar,” I say. “But there’s one problem.”

She cocks her head to one side, smirk still in place.

“When my beautiful girlfriend insists that I fuck the most famous woman on earth until we find her factory reset button, I never do it until I’ve had a good breakfast.”

I have the satisfaction of seeing her smile fade. For a split second Ava looks incensed, but then giggles. “I guess I did just cook it up for you,” she says. “Fine. We eat, and then—”

“See, here’s the other problem,” I say. “You’re wearing too much clothing. And you’re too used to being in charge. If we’re gonna do this, we need to do it all the way.”

She straightens up and crosses her arms. “And what does that mean?”

“Did Charlotte tell you how free use works?”

Ava rolls her eyes. “Yes. But I’m not about to—”

“Sweetheart,” I say. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” She takes in a breath to reply, looking mollified. “There’s the door. If you don’t want to play by the rules, go play a different game.”

I watch her struggle internally, knowing she has to submit to this in order to win. Either to prove Charlotte wrong, or get her to shut up about it. It’s difficult to keep the smile off my face. I’m not accustomed to having power like this, but Charlotte has been teaching me, and it’s working.

“And if I do,” she says through nearly gritted teeth, “you’ll tell Charlotte that we did what she wanted us to do? That’ll be it?”

I shrug. “If that’s how you want it to be.”

She unties her apron and pulls it over her head, almost angrily crushing it her hands and pitching it to the floor. “No anal,” she says, now completely naked.

“What?” I ask, a bit distracted by her tits again.

“If I let you free-use me for the morning, that’s my rule.” She is very tense, and I see she’ll walk.

“Honey. Ava. Baby,” I say, recovering myself. “Free-use isn’t about me satisfying my every urge. It’s about setting ground rules that we’re both comfortable with, and then choosing to submit to the other person when they have a desire within those bounds. Charlotte and I make the choice ahead of time, so when the moment comes, there isn’t more to think about. Neither of us would ever do something the other person hadn’t agreed to.”

Ava relaxes. “Oh.”

“I won’t do anything different than what we’ve already done, or ask you to do anything else. This isn’t really free-use between us today anyway. It’s more like satisfying a contract. The point of what Charlotte wants for you,” I say, extrapolating a bit based on my observations, “is just to surrender control. Let someone else show you what you might need or want.”

She pauses. “I… am not accustomed to that.”

“I think that’s the point,” I say with a shrug. I rise and walk over to her. She is tall, but not as tall as Charlotte. I look down at her. “So. No anal. Anything else?”

She looks up at me, brow slightly furrowed, then giggles. “I don’t know.”

“All right,” I say. “May I touch you?”

She nods and smiles girlishly.

I step over to the sideboard and play some appropriate music, taking her lightly by the hips. “Let’s start with a junior high slow jam. You put your hands…” I trail off as she puts her hands on my shoulders and giggles some more. A familiar, cheesy love song starts playing, harking back to my first school dance in the eighth grade. We dance for a few seconds and then I laugh with her.

“Let’s eat,” I say.

We bring the food from the counter to the table and sit down across from each other. We chat and flirt, both aware of our nakedness but not really caring. We don’t have many common experiences, unsurprisingly, but we can make pleasant conversation in generalities, enough to avoid awkward pauses. After a few minutes I notice she isn’t eating as much as I am, I assume due to nerves.

“You gonna finish your food?” I ask, pointing to her half-eaten plate.

“Probably not,” she admits.

“Well,” I say, “do you mind if I eat some strawberries out of your pussy?”

She is halfway through a sip of orange juice and sprays some across the table.

“Excuse me?” she asks with wide eyes.

I shrug. “That seems like a good place to start, doesn’t it?”

“I just,” she splutters, “I thought free-use meant—”

“You thought it meant I was going to stuff my cock down your throat while forcing you to feed me grapes by a fire as I sat on a golden throne.”

She blinks and then smiles sheepishly.

“Free-use doesn’t mean I take what I want. It means I give what you need, and you give what I need.”

“I’m not sure I understand the distinction,” she says slowly. “But… I guess I’m starting to.”

“Fair enough,” I say. “Now, what do you say?”

She shrugs one shoulder. “Okay. Yes.”

I nod and smile, and get a bowl of strawberries. I drizzle some cream onto them and motion for her to follow me. We walk down the hall to the guest bedroom and I set the bowl on the nightstand and pull back the coverlet, gesturing for her to lay down.

She does, very self-conscious again. I pause to see if she needs further conversation to come around, but I see her settle in. I lay down next to her and brush her hair out of her eyes.

“Kiss me,” I say.

She leans in and after a final split-second hesitation our lips touch. There are no fireworks for me, but there is the thrill of excitement that goes with kissing new lips for only the second time. We explore each others mouths and my hands grow bold, first laying on her hips and then sliding up her ribs and caressing her breast. She moans softly into my mouth as I roll her nipple between my fingertips and palm her breast. Her hands wander across my chest and down my stomach towards my cock, which is growing harder by the second. I slide my tongue across her lips and she parts them, meeting me with her own. Her ample breast fills my hand as my rock hard cock fills hers and our tongues dance. Her fingertips trace along the length of me and she swirls her tongue into my mouth, and then she moves to straddle me.

“Ah, ah,” I say, breaking our kiss and gently pushing her back down.

She starts to pout and I kiss her brow. “You’re adorable,” I say. “But I have a date with some strawberries.”

I reach over to the nightstand and grab one from the bowl. I bring it up to my lips and take a bite, then put it to Ava’s lips. With some reluctance she takes a bite as well, and I swipe it on her cheek and jaw. Her slight scowl turns to a smile as I kiss the juice away and playfully pop the rest of the strawberry into my mouth. I get another and hold it over her neck, letting the cream drip onto her collarbone.

“You’re going to make a mess on your bed with your cream there,” she says, half-protesting.

“I mostly plan to make a mess of you with my cream,” I say with a wink, and she rolls her eyes and grins.

I dive down and kiss her neck with passion, licking and sucking up the cream, trailing along her collarbone and chasing every drop. I take another strawberry from the bowl, and this one I hold over her left nipple, letting it drip some cream there, and then bring it to her mouth. She takes a bite while looking me in the eyes, and I see her reticence fading away, replaced by a kindling of desire. I rub the bitten strawberry on her nipple and then leave it there, moving close to bring my mouth in. I kiss her ribs and then the underside of her breast before licking her nipple and taking the remainder of the strawberry in my mouth and chewing slowly as I suck the cream from her areola.

I see she is watching raptly as I reach for the bowl again, this time letting the cream drip on her right nipple. I have her take a bite as before, then rub the exposed inner flesh of the strawberry on her right breast before leaving it and leaning in. I kiss her stomach and her ribs before giving attention to her right breast, kissing it and licking up the side before sucking her nipple into my mouth, strawberry and all. She moans softly, bringing her hands up and running them through her hair. I slide both of my hands up her sides and cup her breasts, massaging them and switching my mouth from one nipple to the other, satisfying my own desires whilst kindling hers further. I nibble on her areolas, kiss the upper slopes of her breasts, and lick and suck on her nipples to my heart’s content until she is arching her back. I grab for a strawberry and drizzle cream and juice down her stomach, kissing my way south while leaving one hand on one of her boobs, fondling it and squeezing it in the ways she seems to like.

I take another strawberry and trail it up her thigh starting above her knee, kissing and licking her sensitive inner thigh, then the other. Her pussy is waxed completely bare, a consequence of dancing in revealing outfits, I suspect, and when I reach it I dip my fingers in the half of the bowl that has cut strawberries and take a handful. I carefully lay them out along the slit of her pussy, making sure to get plenty of cream and strawberry juice all over. She is breathing heavily now, looking down at me without a word to say as I finish my arrangements. I kiss where her leg meets her pelvis, breathing in her scent and darting my tongue out in little fervent licks to taste the strawberries and cream. I kiss over to her vulva and begin to lick with my tongue firm and wet, bottom to top, pulling at her legs and putting them over my shoulders. I occasionally suck in a slice of strawberry in order to clear the area underneath and begin licking her labia as well. I hear her gasp and moan the first time my tongue parts her folds slightly to retrieve a piece of the sweet fruit. I go slow, painstakingly getting every drop of cream around her vulva before I go deeper, gently pulling her labia apart with my fingertips as I do so. It is hard to miss her escalating breathing and vocalizations as I lick her sensitive areas, and impossible to miss the first time my tongue slips under the hood at the top and breezes across her clitoris. Her hand flies to my hair and her thighs squeeze my head and she lets out a little shriek of pleasure.

“My god,” she gasps, “so sensitive--”

I honestly don’t know if she’s encouraging me to do more or back off, so I give it another gentle flick with my tongue, and she squeals with pleasure again, squeezing my head even harder. Her hips buck into my face and I realize that whether she knows it or not, she wants more of that. I caress her clit with my tongue more slowly and she comes right then and there, nearly suffocating me with her rocking hips and constricting thighs, her juices coating my lips and chin. Her orgasm is powerful and lasts longer than I expect, and when she relaxes I smile and extricate myself from her legs, sliding off the edge of the bed. I pull her hips to the edge of the bed and line my cock up with her now quite lubricated pussy.

“Now it’s time to fuck your brains out, Mademoiselle,” I say, and before she can say anything, I slam all the way in to the hilt. She yells incomprehensibly and then falls back flat on the bed, and I fuck her. I fuck her just the way Charlotte wanted me to. Not rough, exactly, but with an eye to her pleasure and mercilessly. My hands are gripping her hips and pulling her to me, sawing in and out like a piston, my balls are slapping against her, and I lose track of her orgasms. She is clenching and moaning one moment, looking at me with eyes rolling back and back arching the next.

When I feel myself getting close I decide not to cum inside of her, preferring to save that for Charlotte.

“Get on your knees,” I say, pulling out and stroking with my hand.

She slides off the bed willingly enough, on autopilot at this point, and I cup her chin with one hand to hold her in place. Her hair is sweaty, plastered to her forehead, and her makeup is running a bit as well. I give myself two more strokes and then the cum is blasting out of my cock, spraying her face and making her splutter. Some goes across her eyes, some across her cheek, a large jet goes up her forehead and into her hair. Before she can react more than squeezing her eyes shut a full blast goes right into her open mouth and she coughs and spits, sending cum dripping down her face and onto her chest and thighs. I unleash a tidal wave of hot semen and she takes it all, her hands rising to cup my balls and grab my shaft as I let go, taking over by instinct as the last drops drip out and splatter everywhere. I step forward and lay down on the bed, and she climbs back up as well, chest heaving, absolutely plastered with cum.

Her legs are shaking as she stands briefly and tries to lower herself onto the bed, ending up collapsing into a heap. She grabs a handful of sheet and wipes at her eyes, trying to clear them enough to open her eyelids. She gets most of the cum off as she wipes the rest of her face as well, but there’s a lot of shiny streaks on her skin. Her mascara has run and she seems unaware of the line of cum from her forehead back into her hair.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” she says, laying back.

I chuckle. “Yeah.”

“I don’t even know what to say.”

“Did we find that factory reset?” I ask.

She starts to giggle and then it becomes full belly laughs and I join in. We are a bit hysterical in our post-orgasmic exhilaration. I hear the front door open and close.

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I awake with a pleasurable sensation. My cock is hard and it has something warm to press against. Always a good thing. I breathe a contented sigh and wrap my arm around the warm thing. It’s a woman. That’s good. A naked woman. That’s great. I can feel her back pressed against me, and her hair tickling my neck and chin. It must be her ass I’m pressing my cock against. Perfect. All is right. My arm closes around a breast and gently kneads it. It’s smaller than the one I’ve become accustomed to. Must be a weird angle. It’s still plenty big, though. The nipple isn’t quite... and the smell of her shampoo. This isn’t Charlotte. My eyes fly open and it takes me a moment to piece things back together. I’m cheating? I’m cheating on--

My heart is suddenly pounding at full strength the way that it can only upon waking to a sudden shock. I’m on the big circular couch. It’s dark out. The lights are low. And I’m spooning someone who is softly stirring, pressing her ass back against my cock and wriggling her hips a bit. I’m spooning--

I’m spooning Ava Sinclair.

That hits me pretty square. The night comes flooding back to me. The blowjob in front of her when Charlotte finished me on her face. Ava’s first time sucking a cock, my cock, and sucking balls, my balls. Cumming together, the three of us, Charlotte dancing away from me and laughing at my situation, then encouraging me in absentia to seal the deal. Is she watching now? There were plenty of shadows in the darkened house, and she does get quite a thrill out of the idea of my virility, as she calls it, and what she imagines to be my domination of any woman who has ever crossed my path.

Ava wriggles against my cock again, and I’m sure that now she’s awake. I squeeze her breast again and do some grinding of my own in the pelvic region.

I hear her breathe in sharply and then heave a satisfied sigh. She reaches back and grabs my hip, then slowly, incredibly slowly, slides her hand around to my cock. She strokes it a few times, lightly, really just exploring it. Then she lifts one of her legs and arches her back, takes my cock firmly in her hand and begins to pull it up into position.

There are no words. I only realize later that she may have been avoiding them because, in her mind, she was cheating with her best friend’s boyfriend. At the time, I knew I was in the clear, probably with Charlotte watching, so I didn’t give it a second thought. My cock was hard. She was naked and guiding it into her pussy from behind as we lay spooning. What was there to talk about?

I help by thrusting my hips forward slowly. My cockhead makes contact with her warm, wet lips, and she guides it in. I feel the hot envelope open to allow me inside, and slowly I slide in. She is tight, and the position makes it such that I must go slow on the initial thrust or risk popping out. I push until I meet resistance, then withdraw into her waiting palm. She rubs the moisture I bring with me around the tip of my cock, making me shudder. Then I push forward again and get further this time. We repeat this process four or five times, and at last I am able to bury myself into her pussy, and we both sigh with pleasure as it happens and she lowers her thighs back together. I slowly back out and then thrust back in, sticking to the torturously slow pace that this position always requires of those who partake, but relishing in the delicious pressure and warmth I find in her body with each forward movement.

“Mmmm,” Ava moans. I nibble her earlobe and continue palming her breasts alternately as I build up a rhythm. Her hair is a warm mass and I bury my face in it, luxuriating in the soft blonde locks as I fondle her breasts, one and then the other, which are the perfect handful for my large hands and no more. She moans and reaches back, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer on every stroke.

I move in and out of her until I am well and truly fucking her from behind. There’s no way to build up to a real ball-slapping fuck in that position, and it always tops out somewhere between making love and banging. But this night, yes, we fuck. We do not make love. We satisfy the balance of lust accumulated during our earlier activities, and our bodies work out the details. She is grinding back into my hips, and I am spearing forward into her. I slide a hand down to touch her, and when I do, it’s like a bomb going off. She spasms immediately, moaning her ecstasy aloud. I thrust harder and faster, accelerating because of her passion, which is turning me on more and more. She climaxes again, I am sure, and a third time, and then I have reached the point of no return. I arch my back and breathe into her ear, grabbing her breast again and squeezing hard as I shoot my load into her pussy. My balls tighten and pump out once again, this time deep inside of Ava instead of Charlotte, and a pussy instead of a throat, but it is hot, wet, and I am invited, and that is all my cock knows or cares to know. I thrust a few more times, sliding my wet cock in and out, and she shudders, her muscles squeezing my dick and drawing out the last few spurts of hot jism. Then we both relax, and, amazingly, sleep takes us once more. I need a shower, I need a drink, hell, I need a full three course meal, but my body opts for unconsciousness to attempt to process through this experience as best it can. I sleep, and my dreams are untroubled. At one point I feel a kiss on my cheek and a blanket drawn over me, and I am grateful, but I know no more.

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Ava’s jaw drops again. “You think I’m going to come over there and...and... suck your boyfriend off for you?”

“No, no,” says Charlotte. “You’re going to suck my boyfriend off with me. I’ll show you the ropes and then… he’ll give you some ropes.” She giggles at this play on words.

“I never give anything up for free,” Ava says. “I’m... I can’t believe that you would even ask.” But I think I begin to see a different truth in her eyes.

“This is a safe place,” says Charlotte, softening slightly. “Nowhere else can you trust that you won’t be taken advantage of during a new experience. Just try it. That’s all I’m saying. This is just a dick. You’re just a girl. He’s safe. I’m safe. You’re safe. If you don’t like it, it’s a done deal and there’s no fallout. We never speak of it to anyone.” She looks at me and I nod.

“What happens here, stays here, Ava. This is purely physical between friends,” I say neutrally.

“That’s if you don’t like it, which I doubt,” says Charlotte. “And if you do like it... well....”

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“Then what? I just become part of a harem? An anonymous lover?”

I expect Ava to storm out at this point, but Charlotte obviously knows her friend well. Ava looks indignant, offended even, but I see her thighs once again pressing together very hard. In spite of herself, she licks her lips again. I see that she needs some sort of cue from me.

Before I can think of something to say, I’m already talking. “If things do go that way, rest assured that at every table, I’ll save you a seat.”

She looks at me and blinks. I mouth “Lover,” and she breaks into a genuine grin.

“Come on over, Ava. If we’re going to be sharing this wildcat woman, I might as well be your guinea pig for your first time. That way there’s no pressure.”

Charlotte looks at me slyly and smiles. She was counting on me getting on board, and frankly, at this point, it would be crazier not to be.

With an odd mixture of excitement and reticence that I believe is mostly her better nature winning out over the prideful superstar persona, Ava rises and walks over to us. Charlotte scoots over, pushing my thighs further apart, and Ava kneels down shyly.

Charlotte grips the base of my cock with one hand and leans on my left thigh. Ava settles back and, blushing furiously, avoids eye contact but tries not to look at my cock either.

“Now, Ava,” Charlotte says lightly. “I know this isn’t your first time seeing one of these. You probably know how sensitive they are.” Saying this, she leans forward and licks the underside, making me groan. Ava’s eyes flit furtively up to mine for an instant.

“The important thing is variety. Different areas make him feel different things,” she says as she lifts my cock with one hand and cups my balls with the other.

“Do the… erm…” Ava starts, and falters.

“Go on,” says Charlotte.

“Are the balls important?”

“Oh, yes,” says Charlotte. “A good cocksucker never neglects the balls.” Saying this, she leans forward and takes my right nut into her mouth and sucks on it gently.

Ava squirms. “Don’t say that. It’s so demeaning.”

Charlotte grins and licks the soft, rounded underside again. “Oh, but I am a good cocksucker. Aren’t I, Jack?”

“No,” I say, “you’re a phenomenal cocksucker. Oh!”

Before I finish talking, she has licked up my shaft and taken my cock into her mouth again, plunging down to the base in a full deepthroat again. It feels amazing, and she starts to work it, hard. After a few strokes, Ava is staring, her jaw slightly dropped.

“Babe,” I say, “you better slow down or else I’m gonna cum....”

She comes up for air and looks at me, stroking very quickly. “Oh, but I want you to cum now. Cum for me, Tiger. Cum for me.”

That’s it for me. She slurps me back into her mouth and I start to cum within seconds. Per her request, I give no warning. As soon as she tastes it on her tongue she slides me out of her mouth and strokes me onto her face. I shoot ropes of cum on to her waiting tongue, her cheeks, and even a smidge on her nose. She moans wildly and Ava watches in awe, mouth completely open as she sees her topless friend get a facial for the first time.

“Mmm,” says Charlotte, licking me clean. A line of cum slides off her chin and onto her left breast, unnoticed.

“What... the.. FUCK?!” says Ava. “What was that?!”

“That’s called a facial,” says Charlotte. “Other than taking it straight down my throat, it’s my favorite way to honor his seed.” She giggles at her overstatement, knowing it always makes me uncomfortable but that I wouldn’t be willing to say anything given present company. I wouldn’t be able to say something even if I wanted to. I am so out of breath that I am laying back with my eyes closed trying to collect myself. I didn’t anticipate the sudden push over the edge that she has given me, and I feel that I’ve fallen from a very high cliff into a large pile of feathery pleasure. My thighs are trembling and little electric shocks of post-orgasmic bliss are racing between my nerve endings all over.

“Oh my-- I-- That was--” Ava says, and I look up with some effort. I can see she is fighting with herself internally.

“Say what you really think,” says Charlotte. “Not what you think you’re supposed to say.”

“That was-- so fucking hot!” Ava blurts, and then covers her mouth with both hands, wide-eyed.

“Mmm,” Charlotte moans. “I’ll bet it was. We haven’t started filming ourselves yet, but I want to start soon. I want to watch myself get hosed down by this giant shaft of man-meat so that I can touch myself when he’s out for the day.”

I bark a laugh, not because she is joking, but because a man can only take so much.

Charlotte is still absentmindedly holding my cock with one hand.

“I can’t believe he’s still hard,” says Ava, leaning ever so slightly closer.

“Oh!” says Charlotte. “I’m so rude, still dominating the space here.” She scoots over to one side and lets go of my prick, which is indeed still pointing straight up.

“When, um...” Ava attempts.

“Oh, he’s ready now. Aren’t you Tiger?”

I grin sheepishly and nod. Ava gapes. “So soon? You just came!”

“I told you,” Charlotte says with mock reproach.

Ava knee-walks forward the slightest bit, blushing again and impossibly shy. Her hands are pressed flat together in between her legs and she is studiously avoiding eye contact.

“It’s okay,” I say. “Just do what you feel like. Stop anytime.”

“Yeah,” says Charlotte. “I’ll pick up right where you leave off.” She grins at me, cum still sticking to her face, hair a mess, boobs out, looking fuckable as hell. My cock flexes at the sight of her, and Ava reacts with a little gasp. She finally looks up at me and we make eye contact. She thinks my cock twitched for her, and as she licks her lips and edges closer again, I’m not sorry.

“You can start by just touching his thighs,” Charlotte says helpfully, settling back to watch.

“Okay,” says Ava, and she hesitantly reaches out and slides her right hand across the skin of my left thigh. Her hand is hot from having been between her thighs, and I shudder with anticipation. Seeing this, she does the same with her other hand on my opposite leg, working her way in towards my package. The room is warm and my balls have loosened again, so they hang low beneath my erection. Her hands come together and she carefully, softly brushes the underside of my nutsack with her fingertips. I groan, and she finally relaxes enough to smile. She runs her hands along my thighs again, repeating the maneuver inward and cupping my balls more firmly this time. Her long, manicured nails scrape gently in that sensitive place, these first touches so erotic, so exciting and naughty.

She repeats her touching three or four times before wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock, which is now dry and straining for more contact. She looks at me again, a secret smile on her lips, and sticks her tongue out to swipe across them slowly, left to right, top and then bottom. She arches an eyebrow and I see just a glimpse of the predator we have unleashed.

“Oh, Ava,” I say, with real awe, and her smile widens.

I have a moment of unreality as I realize it. Ava Sinclair, billionaire global superstar, is about to suck my cock.

She leans forward, one hand around the base of my cock and one holding my balls, and, lips slightly parted and pouting, kisses the underside of my cockhead as she saw Charlotte do fifteen minutes before and half a lifetime ago. I moan and she sticks her tongue out, tasting me. A drop of pre-cum transfers to her upper lip and she pulls away, watching it stretch out, joining us in a silvery strand. It breaks and she touches it with the tip of her tongue, withdrawing into her mouth.

“Oh,” she says thoughtfully, more to herself than anyone else.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” says Charlotte softly at her ear.

Ava doesn’t answer as she looks over her left shoulder at Charlotte. “You’re a mess,” she says with a giggle.

“A hot mess,” says Charlotte. “This is what he does to me.”

“I guess it’s time to see what I can do to him,” says Ava. She looks at me and leans in, opening her mouth slightly and raises an eyebrow. “Are you ready for it?”

In response I grunt and buck my hips involuntarily. She grins that toothy grin again, somehow just on the edge of unsettling, and then slips me into her mouth, her lips a tight, novice’s “O” shape as she does it. Her hands are in her lap and she bobs her head forward jerkily. Her tongue is making no contact with the tip of my dick somehow, and her mouth is obviously dry with anticipation. She looks up at me, clearly thinking herself quite adept and sexy, and smiles, baring her teeth on my dick lightly.

Charlotte is watching me and Ava’s motions with a smirk. She rolls her eyes for my benefit.

“No teeth,” says Charlotte. “And you might need to spit on it to get things going.”

“Spit?” asks Ava, unsure.

Charlotte nudges her way forward, forcing Ava to scoot to one side. I swear that there’s the slightest hesitation, as though after taking this one first step, Ava is already unwilling to share.

“Here,” says Charlotte. She takes my dick in her left hand and licks up the shaft, then spits down on the head. Her hand strokes, rubbing it in and spreading it around. “Really there’s no better lube than deepthroat spit, but… baby steps.” She leans to one side and beckons Ava forward, still holding my dick.

Ava moves forward, hesitant again. Because Charlotte is there? Because she’s going to be licking Charlotte’s spit off my dick? I can’t tell.

“Go on,” says Charlotte encouragingly.

Ava gives an endearing half shrug and leans in. She tries to spit but not much comes out. Absurdly, she blushes.

“I know,” says Charlotte, bracing a hand on my thigh and standing. “I’ll be right back.”

And then I am alone in a room with Ava Sinclair, who is sitting on her heels between my spread thighs with my cock not two feet from her face. I realize I have about two seconds to cut the tension before a wall goes up that may not be breachable.

“So,” I say, speaking before I can overthink it, “there’s really nothing I can say that will make this seem normal right now.”

She giggles self-consciously.

“Tell you what,” I say. “Why don’t you try licking my balls a little. If this goes well, next time, I’ll buy you dinner first.”

That does it. She laughs. And, surprisingly, scoots forward again.

“I’ve never… well.”

“That’s okay,” I say. “Pretty much anything you do feels good. Just go slow and gently, that’s the key. When you aren’t sure what to do, keep a rhythm going.”

She wraps her hand around my cock and slowly starts to stroke. “Like dancing,” she says shyly.

I nod. “Yeah! I guess you know all about rhythm, huh?”

She smiles, one of the first genuine smiles I’ve seen from her. “You could say that.”

Then she dips her head and I feel her tongue gently caressing the underside of my scrotum for a few seconds. She licks softly, with furtive little darting motions that I can feel but not see. All I see is the focus in the furrow of her brow and the top of her blonde head.

Air escapes my mouth in a whistling sigh.

“Is that okay?” she says, looking up at me anxiously.

“It’s great,” I say with a smile, nodding.

“Is there… anything else I should know to do?”

My brain skips a beat, again assessing this situation for what it is. Ava Sinclair is asking me for my input on how she licks my balls. That’s what’s happening this Tuesday night. Wednesday is… taco night. Thursday no plans. Tuesday night, three blowjobs, two from the most stacked and sexy model I’ve ever seen, my girlfriend, and one from superstar diva Ava Sinclair.

“Well, since you’re asking,” I say with a grin. “You can try making your tongue wide and flat and licking bottom to top.”

She does so, and I gasp. She giggles, mouth open, and I see her eyes crinkle at the corners in delight. She keeps licking and I throw my head back and squeeze my eyes shut. Fuck, it feels good. When I open my eyes I see Charlotte standing in the doorway, holding a small jar of honey and watching with her satisfied smirk. I ogle her tits and her smirk becomes a grin as she silently sets the honey on a side table inside the entryway and cups her breasts with both hands, bouncing them lightly and squeezing the flesh there.

Ava, who is stroking my cock still, comes up for air. “I noticed Charlotte try another trick,” she says. “She made it look easy, but now that I’m here they seem far too big to….” She trails off as she goes down and tries to suck one of my balls into her mouth. “It’s so big!” she giggles as she tries to find the right angle. All at once she gets it, and my sensitive teste is in her warm mouth. She’s sucking on it a little too hard, but behind her Charlotte is holding one of her tits up to lick her own nipple, and it’s fine. Ava notices my reaction.

“My god,” she says, looking up at me. “It’s getting even harder.”

“You’re doing a great job,” I say.

“Hmm,” she murmurs. “I thought I was doing a blow job!”

Charlotte picks up the jar of honey, chuckling at this witticism and strolling into the room. I am, as always, mesmerized by the sight of her jiggling bosom.

“Hey babes,” she says in a Valley Girl voice. “Got some honey for you honeys to help keep things going!”

Charlotte kneels down again, and this time I don’t notice the hesitation when Ava slides over to make room. I probably imagined it the first time, too.

“Now,” she says, “if you find yourself dry-mouthed, you just need something to help you salivate. For me, that’s this big metal pole here,” she gently paws at my erection and watches it wobble slightly. “But I’m never opposed to some food play. Ava,” she removes the lid and turns to Ava. “I want you to get some of this sticky stuff onto his shaft and then lick every last drop clean.”

Ava nods and looks somewhat serious. “Okay.” She dips a finger into the honey, which has clearly been warmed—probably why Charlotte was gone so long. She then wipes it methodically onto my cock. Charlotte catches my eye and rolls hers again, but I know better than to laugh. I suppress my smile and watch Ava, all business, coating my dick in honey.

“All right,” says Charlotte, moving the jar away and setting it down on the coffee table behind us. “That should do it. Now get to work, little miss.”

Ava smiles sheepishly and moves in. She starts out with small, experimental licks again, as though trying to find the right side of an ice cream cone to start on. Charlotte, slightly behind her and to one side, does another little exasperated face.

“You know what,” she says, thoughtfully.

“What?” says Ava, who seems to be too busy actually eating the honey to notice anything.

“Some guys have a fantasy about getting what’s called a double blowjob.”

“Seriously?” Ava asks, lifting her head and looking at Charlotte.

Charlotte, all seriousness now, nods. “Yes.”

“What would be the benefit of that?” asks Ava.

Charlotte shrugs. “Who knows? The male mind…” she trails off, looking at me sadly. “Jack may not even be one of those men, for all I know.”

Ava looks at me curiously. Charlotte looks at me, all wide-eyed innocence. Her mischievous streak is a mile wide, but it’s buried deep. No more deeply than it is right now.

“I,” I begin. I can feel my heart beat in my eyeballs. My vision is literally shaking with each pulse of my heart. “If it would help Ava learn,” I say at last, my voice a choked whisper.

“That’s a good point,” says Charlotte. “A very good point. No better way to learn than by example.”

“Well…” says Ava. She is unreadable. “I did just watch you do it.”

“Very true,” says Charlotte.

“But… I’m already here, and you’re here now.”

“Also very true,” says Charlotte.

“You won’t be there to give me tips next time I try this,” says Ava slowly.

“Almost certainly not.” This time Charlotte risks a slight wink at me.

“I guess we’d better do it,” says Ava. “You don’t mind, do you Jack?”

I don’t trust myself to speak, and I try to make my head shake slow and casual instead of violent and frantic.

Ava slides over again and Charlotte moves forward. “I can stroke, and we can take turns switching from shaft to balls, okay?” says Charlotte.

“Okay,” says Ava, and puts her hair behind one ear in a move that makes me melt just a little.

Charlotte wraps her fingers around my cock and goes straight for my balls. Ava licks up the side of my shaft, then puts her mouth on my cockhead. She sucks gently, softly caressing the underside with a tentative tongue, and this alone is so sensual combined, with the stroking and Charlotte’s expert tongue work that, despite cumming twice in the last two hours, I know I won’t last long. But Charlotte, as usual, has other plans.

After a few more seconds of this incredible pampering, I notice Charlotte’s hand loosen around my cock and begin only pretending to stroke. I flex my cock in protest and I see her eyes meeting mine, that playful light dancing there. She also wraps one hand around the base of my balls and gently tugs at them, pulling them away from my body where they’ve begun to tighten with pre-orgasmic pressure. As she does this, I feel my impending orgasm begin to slide away ever so slowly. What they’re doing with their tongues still feels amazing, but it is no longer a one way trip barreling towards the cliff. Now we’re riding alongside it, parallel and moving at a safe pace.

Charlotte then licks up the side of my shaft, meeting Ava’s mouth at the top of my dick. Ava lets my cock slip out of her mouth and backs off, looking with surprise at Charlotte. “You almost licked my lips!”

“Mmm,” says Charlotte. “Would that be so bad?”

“I’m not—” Ava begins a little hotly.

“Neither am I,” says Charlotte. “But this ain’t about you and me, remember? This is about pleasing him. We give ourselves to him right now—,” she holds up a hand before Ava can object, “because the pleasure we get from giving pleasure is special and unique.”

“I’m not going to make out with you just because it turns him on,” Ava says huffily.

Charlotte shrugs. “I’m not saying you have to. And I’m not saying you have to grab my boob and suck my nipple, here.” She palms one of her large breasts at this and rolls her nipple between thumb and forefinger, pulling on it slightly. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” The slightest emphasis on that word, because she has noticed, as I have, that Ava’s gaze is lingering on Charlotte’s enormous, ripe breast and the nipple play being conducted there.

“I know Karly Jones is the one who kissed a girl and liked it,” I say, speaking up for the first time in awhile. “Those California girls,” I add, shaking my head sadly.

Ava smiles in spite of herself. “Can I just say that I can’t believe you haven’t cum yet? I mean…” she shrugged and gestured around at herself and Charlotte and then my cock.

“Stamina,” says Charlotte airily. “This ain’t some Hollywood boy toy, here, who spends half the day looking in the mirror and beating off. I told you,” she says, beginning to stroke my cock once more, “he’s virile. This may take a little extra. Even from us.”

“Extra what?” asks Ava incredulously. “We’re sucking his fucking dick!”

“I know! Believe me,” says Charlotte. “I know. I fucked him this morning, I fucked him after lunch, and then I blew him right before you got here.”

Ava’s jaw drops and she looks back and forth from me to Charlotte. “You also blew him after I got here too! Are you kidding me?”

I grin and Charlotte shrugs again.

“What the fuck… how the fuck,” Ava flounders. “What the fuck do you feed that thing? Most guys last about three minutes and then they just mutter about getting up in the morning!”

“This guy,” says Charlotte, pointing at me, still stroking my cock, “is not most guys.”

“What the fuck are we supposed to do to arouse him?” Ava asks, throwing up her hands.

“Oh, he’s aroused,” says Charlotte, spitting on my dick casually while she talks. “But I see your point. Here,” she says, taking Ava’s hand and putting it on my shaft. “Spell me a sec, my arm is getting tired.”

Ava leans in and starts stroking.

“I guess we could try some more visual stimulation,” says Charlotte.

“I don’t want to make out with you tonight,” says Ava. Then glancing at me, “Sorry.”

“Oh, no problem,” I say, feeling outside of my body again.

“I know, I know,” says Charlotte. “Well, another option would be for us both to get naked.”

Now I see her genius. If she had led with this, it surely would not have worked. I still don’t know what her end game is, but if it was this, she’s clinched it. I watch Ava begin to object but then defeat her own argument in her head. I know she’s enjoying herself, but she’s in way over her head and needs an out. I can almost see the thought cross her face. I’ve come this far….

Ava sighs and stands up. Her arms cross, hands going to the hem of her shirt. “All right,” she says. “If we’re gonna do this, let’s fucking go.” Then she smiles.

She pulls the slinky shirt over her head as Charlotte stands up next to her. Ava is tall, but Charlotte is easily a couple of inches taller, with a more voluptuous body type—fuller, rounder boobs and wider hips. As Ava’s shirt lifts up, I’m treated to an uninterrupted view of her dancer’s body and the lacy bra underneath. She turns her back to Charlotte and grabs a handful of her hair out of the way and pulls it over her shoulder.

“Could you help me?” she asks Charlotte. Charlotte reaches up and undoes the clasp on Ava’s bra. Ava shrugs it off and, without turning, pulls down her miniskirt. She has a lacy thong on that matches her bra, and after a moment’s hesitation, she pulls that down too.

“There,” she says, turning back with her hands naturally coming up to cup her breasts and cover her nipples. She has her chin up defiantly and looks at Charlotte.

Charlotte grins at me and pulls her own shorts down, panties and all.

“Damn, girl,” she says to Ava, looking her up and down. She looks at me. “Right?”

“Fuck,” I say. It’s all I can think of.

Ava drops her hands and clenches her fists at her sides, not at all relaxed. I get my first view of her breasts, and they are quite lovely. Not huge, though next to Charlotte, few women would hold a candle in terms of volume, but very well formed, round and perky. Her nipples aren’t hard, but as I watch, they stiffen in a most appealing way and I long to draw one into my mouth and test them out.

“Come here,” I say to her, and she moves forward to kneel. “No,” I say gently, and pull her into my lap, straddling me in front of my cock.

“You’re beautiful,” I say, looking into her eyes. She meets my gaze and I see her fear. “I see you, and you’re lovely.”

She bites her lip and for a moment I worry that she’s going to start crying. Instead, she looks away briefly and then looks back at me.

“Charlotte,” she says. “Do you mind if I...”

“Please,” says Charlotte, amused.

Ava leans in and kisses me. It is a close-lipped kiss, reserved but not reticent, and I lean in to meet it, my hands rising up her bare back. There is something about the long, smooth field of a woman’s back that has always aroused me more than many overtly sexual things, and her soft skin fills me with a desire to take her, here, now, to impale her on my cock and thrust upward until I explode inside her. But I am unsure of what the consequences of giving in to that impulse would be, so instead, I return her kiss and gasp into her mouth when I feel Charlotte’s warm mouth around my cock again. Ava reaches behind her and finds Charlotte’s head bobbing up and down.

“God damn, girl,” she whispers. “Do you know what you’ve got here?” she asks me.

I shrug and shake my head. “The love of my life?” I blurt without thinking. I feel Charlotte pause ever so slightly, and I think her lips tighten in a smile...and then she is deepthroating me. I grunt and Ava kisses me again with a laugh, sounding carefree and happy for the first time.

“Touch me,” Ava says, “touch me, Jack, and for god’s sake suck on my tits.”

This, I suspect, she has had more practice in— she could probably have any guy she chose to worship her for a night on the road. Whether I am number one, ten, or four thousand, I couldn’t care less. I slip one hand down her back and curl my fingers under to begin teasing her, while with my other hand I cup her right breast and suck her nipple into my mouth just as I had wanted to when she first uncovered it a few minutes ago. I run my tongue around her areola and latch on, massaging her full breast and relishing the feeling of the firm but yielding flesh beneath my palm. My fingers find her to be very wet, and she begins trying to grind against my pelvis slightly as my fingertips trace her full lips.

Charlotte is going all out now, gagging slightly on my full length and massaging my balls with one hand while she strokes the shaft every time her mouth slides up and away with the other. I am in a heaven of flesh, my every sense flooded with gorgeous, perfect female anatomy.

Ava is rising quickly to a crescendo as well, and one of her hands slides down to play with her clit while the other runs through my hair, holding my face against her breast. As the fever pitch builds past the point of no return for both of us, I hear her say urgently, “Bite me! Bite me, baby!” So I gently nibble, and she pulls my hair and moans. Charlotte is bobbing up and down until I have no way of telling the difference between her hand, mouth and throat. I only know that my cock is warm, wet, and on the verge of yet another eruption. One of Charlotte’s hands leaves my balls and I’d bet all the tea in China that I know where it’s migrated to. I have enough time to think, “Triple orgasm?” and then I’m gone. Ava’s breast in my mouth, my fingers buried in her pussy, hers in my hair, my dick in Charlotte’s throat, and it’s over. I vaguely hear Ava gasp, “Fucking bite me like you mean it!” and whether I intend to or not, the force of my orgasm has my teeth clamp down on her nipple for a couple of seconds, much harder than I meant to and she squeals in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I feel her body seize up just as mine does, I feel Charlotte bury my cock in her throat as the cum rushes down and shoots out from the tip with what feels like shocking force, and I feel her shudder and moan her own orgasm around my shaft, a feeling I’m becoming more accustomed to in recent days. My cock is iron, my balls are pumping, my hips jerk up into Charlotte’s face and my mouth is locked on Ava’s right breast. My teeth are the first thing to let go when I realize what they’ve gotten up to during this momentary loss of control, but everything else stays as it is. I am practically convulsing with the strength of my orgasm, and I can tell that the two women I’ve engaged with here on the couch tonight are riding waves of pleasure as well, coasting down one trough and up the next peak. It is an eternity and yet no time at all when we all begin to breathe again, huge, gasping sighs and sharp intakes as muscles relax and nerve endings decline from their peak outputs. Ava collapses against me and wraps her arms around me. I bury my face in her neck and put my arms around her as well, though one hand goes to find Charlotte’s cheek so that I can stroke it. For her part, Charlotte pulls off my cock slowly, letting it slide across her tongue inch by inch until just the tip is in her mouth. She suckles it, using one hand to milk the last of the cream out and clean me off as she always does. Over Ava’s shoulder I can see Charlotte lovingly kissing the side of my shaft as my cock finally softens, aching slightly after its demanding duties of the past hour. She kisses my balls, my shaft, then tenderly the tip again, making me shiver. Ava’s face is nestled into the space between my neck and shoulder, and I can feel her breathing finally becoming more regular as I stroke her spine with one hand. I begin to worry that she’s falling asleep. I adjust my head slightly so that I can look at Charlotte, who is sitting back on her heels now and wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. Always one for showmanship, she opens her mouth and shows me the last of my cum on her tongue before closing her lips and swallowing, winking at me. I smile and then raise an eyebrow, pointing at Ava. She grins and steps backward, grabbing her clothes off the floor and holding up both hands. This is your problem, not mine, she says with her eyes and her gestures, and giggles silently as she backs out of the room.

After another minute or so spent in silence, I become convinced that perhaps Ava really has fallen asleep. I stop stroking her back and rest my hands on her hips. She is leaning on me fully, her knees on the couch on either side of my thighs, and her nose and mouth are right by my ear. Occasionally one of her shallow breaths goes over my earlobe and makes me shiver. I’ve always been easily turned on by girls kissing or whispering in my ears. The lights in the room dim--Charlotte setting the ambience, of course--and I hear, very faintly, Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On” begin to play. That woman, I think, has endless faith in my ability to fuck. She is telling me to fuck her friend now, I realize, as clearly as if she was passing me a handwritten note. But, whether she’d believe it or not, I’m tired, and my cock really is down for the count. As I lay slightly reclining on the couch trying to figure out what to do with the international pop star who has fallen asleep buck naked on my lap, I drift off myself.

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“I’m having a friend over tonight,” says Charlotte. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all. Anyone I’ve met?”

“I don’t think so, but you’ll know her.”

“Oh?”

“You’ve probably heard her voice and seen her face a few times a week for quite a few years now. She’s definitely your type.”

I raise my eyebrows. “You’ve got my attention. Who is she?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Do you want me to go catch a movie or something so you can have the house to yourself?”

“Heavens, no. I want you here. I’ve gotta show you off,” she says with a smile.

“You haven’t been telling stories about me, have you?” I tease.

“You know I have. And... rumors circulate after a party like we had. She in particular is fascinated by the idea of free-use.”

“Fascinated?” I ask.

“Well,” Charlotte says, reaching over and rubbing my thigh. “Mortified might be more appropriate.”

I laugh. “Why’s that?”

“Let’s just say it’s been awhile since anyone told her what to do,” says Charlotte. “She’s in her own head and in her own world all the time, what she needs is to be reminded that there’s something to gain from having another real human being in her life. A strong-willed, big buck man, preferably.” At this she starts rubbing my crotch through my jeans.

“Sounds like a diva,” I say, with a sigh of contentment.

“You have no idea,” says Charlotte, tracing the outline of my cock as it hardens. “And I’m hoping to help her out with it.”

“How so?” I ask a little unsteadily as Charlotte unzips my fly and slips her hand inside.

“Well,” she says, shifting on the couch so that she can lean over my lap while still looking up at me, “I’m glad you asked.”

She lays her head on my thigh and starts licking the underside of my cock, holding it up with her hand as it stiffens.

“I want her to see how it works. How good it is to be sexed on the daily by a virile, confident man.” She sticks her tongue out and wriggles the tip directly under the head in its most sensitive spot.

I groan. “Okay,” I say. I am not following the trend of her thoughts.

“So I’d really like it if you would treat me like,” she pouts her lips and slides them up and down again, “your personal free-use slut while she’s here.”

My eyes, which had slipped close, fly open. “You what?!”

“I know you don’t like that word,” she says, sucking me between her lips. “But it’s accurate to how I want you to treat me tonight.”

“In front of,” I gasp as she takes me deeper, “your company?”

“She’s one of my best friends and has been for several years,” says Charlotte. “This isn’t just anyone. I love her and I want to help her. I really believe she needs to loosen up and see what a healthy sex life can do for her.” She swirls her tongue around the tip of my dick.

“Wow,” I breathe. “It’s really hard to think when you do that.”

“Mmm,” she hums. “I wonder if that’s partly why I’m doing it.”

I bark out a somewhat desperate laugh.

“So,” she says, pulling her mouth off and stroking me quickly. “Can I count on you?”

“To do what exactly?”

“To whip that cock out tonight and give it to me however you feel like, just like always. You know how I like it,” she says, taking me in her mouth again.

“I’m really not sure that I--”

She applies incredible suction and bobs her head double time, tongue sliding all over the tip on every up-stroke.

“YES!” I say.

“Good boy,” she says, caressing me with both hands. “Also, if the opportunity presents itself, I’d like to get her so riled up that we can give her a good fucking.”

I gape at her.

“Like we did with Lucy! Or... maybe it would be better by yourself… she’s not European. I don’t know. I love her but she’s so… wrapped up in her world that she can’t accept that what she needs is a man who doesn’t follow her every whim. She needs a good banging to bring her back to earth. Fuck her brains out, for me. Fuck her until you find her factory reset button.”

“Holy shit,” I mumble.

“I’ll watch, if it makes you feel better!” she says earnestly, still pumping my shaft. “Mostly I want you to blow your load in and on me as many times as possible. But just know that if things head in that direction, I want you to go all the way with it. For me.”

“So long as you know I’m doing it for you,” I say.

She seems to see this in my eyes because with a mischievous smile she says, “I think you’ll feel a little bit more excited once she gets here.”

I shake my head and close my eyes. “More excited than this? Not likely.”

“Exactly!” she says. “Now, for a normal guy I’d say you better save up some cum for later, but since you’re such a virile Viking stud of a man...” with that, she deepthroats me to the base of my cock. With her feverish ministrations of the past few minutes, and the prospect of fucking her in front of a famous diva, or maybe fucking the diva herself, I am at my limit. She takes me all the way in and out a handful of times and I grab her by the hair and hold her head down as I go over the edge. I pump it all straight down her throat, which she still says is her favorite way to take it. I feel and hear her swallowing as I drain into her, and the world fades away to the sounds of her small whimpers of arousal and pleasure as she does it.

***

I am standing at the top of the stairs trying to identify the voice I am hearing in the living room. I hear Charlotte and the other voice is maddeningly familiar, but who is it? A model? An actress? She said I’d recognize her.

I take a deep breath and remember my plan. Stride into the room, sit down near Charlotte and tell her to sit in my lap. That way I start out strong but not overbearing. Whoever this guest is, she supposedly already knows about our arrangement. The party was one thing. I wasn’t prepared and I couldn’t stop it, and all I had to do was sit there. This is so much more intimate. Another breath. I can do this. For Charlotte, I can do this.

I pop my neck and walk down the stairs and enter the living room with a smile already on my face, and it freezes when I enter. Sitting on my couch is Ava Sinclair.

She smiles and I take a step forward and then stop. I realize I don’t know the etiquette for this situation. Do I shake hands? Introduce myself? Will she stand and go for a hug so we do the European air kiss on each cheek? All thoughts of sex are gone due to my shock at having the most famous person on earth sitting on my couch.

Charlotte sees my slight pause and steps in to save the day.

“Ava, this is my boyfriend, Jack,” she says smoothly. “Jack, this is Ava.”

“Nice to meet you,” I say with an eye watering grin locked in place. I can feel my face reddening as I realize I’ve stopped lamely in the entryway of my own living room.

Ava stands and walks over with her arms out. “Oh my god! I’ve heard so much about you!”

I put my arms out automatically and she walks into them with a surprisingly warm embrace, not at all the frigid pop star I was expecting. She gives me a familiar squeeze and I feel her ample chest pressing into me. I hug her back as graciously as I can flying blind and she steps back, easily sliding her hands into mine and leaning away grasping my fingertips with hers. She is wearing a delicate mini skirt and a simple, sleeveless red blouse that highlights her figure very well.

“I’m so glad you’re making my Charlotte so happy,” she says warmly, looking right into my eyes.

“Hey, no problem,” I say. Then add quickly, “It’s mutual.”

Ava looks over at Charlotte, still holding my hands. Charlotte is smirking at me and then arches an eyebrow at Ava, as if to say, “See?”

“You’re right. He IS real. And it IS charming!”

Ava looks back and gives me an appraising glance that only I see before letting go of my hands and returning to her side of the U-shaped sectional that dominates the living room.

I awkwardly walk over to Charlotte and sit down next to her. My plan of confidently walking into the room and ordering her into my lap is long forgotten. Now I’m just trying to breathe in spite of what feels like a twenty-five pound weight on my chest.

Charlotte places her right hand on my left thigh and continues her conversation with Ava. They’re talking about a mutual acquaintance, a photographer I think, and I follow as best I can, looking back and forth between them as they talk, smiling vaguely. My mind is racing as I realize Charlotte is wanting me to make a move, and I honestly can’t think of what to do. The thought of taking my cock out in front of a stranger, let alone one of the wealthiest and most successful musicians on the planet, is incomprehensible to me. I’m not even sure how to interject into the conversation.

But I needn’t have worried. Charlotte loves me, and therefore comes to the rescue.

“So, Ava, you were just telling me the other day about how much you loved Jack’s book. And he’s something of a fan himself.”

I see a sheepish look on Ava’s face that matches the one I feel on my own.

“I thought it was great,” Ava says. “It really got me thinking. I read it practically in one sitting.”

“Really?” I ask, surprised.

She shrugs shyly. “LA to Sydney is a long flight, even on a private jet.”

“Oh gosh,” I say. “No kidding. That’s a flight I don’t look forward to, even though I do want to get down unda’ sometime.”

As I say this, Charlotte slips her hand from the top of my thigh to my inner thigh and wraps her fingers over my cock. I try to keep a straight face but Ava obviously notices.

“Charlotte!” She whispers.

“Yes?” Asks Charlotte innocently.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, nothing. Just taking care of my man.”

“Right now? In front of me?!”

“I told you, Ava. I’m a free-use girl. It’s not a sometimes thing. It’s an all the time thing. If he needs me, all he has to do is ask, twenty-four seven.”

“He didn’t ask for anything!”

“Well, he’s too polite to ask in front of company, of course,” says Charlotte, looking at me affectionately and starting to rub her hand back and forth. “Even though I told him explicitly to interrupt us anytime and take what he needs from me.”

“Can’t you do it after I go?” Ava asks, glancing at me and back to Charlotte.

“Oh, we will,” says Charlotte. “When you have a man this potent, he goes seven or eight times a day. It really needs to be once an hour when we’re together, or else we can’t keep up to the schedule.”

Ava’s jaw drops. “You’re exaggerating. No man can get it up eight times a day.”

Charlotte smiles sweetly at her. “Mine can. I told you, this free-use thing is my kink, not his. He just happens to, ah,” she looks up into my eyes and squeezes my balls through my shorts, “uniquely meet my needs.”

Ava adjusts her miniskirt. “I still think it would be better if you waited,” she grumbles quietly.

“But Ava, I have some things to show you. I told you, I wanted you to see this so that you can see how good it feels. You say you can’t find a man to satisfy you, right?”

“Charlotte!” Ava moans.

Charlotte grins. “Well! Anything you can say to me you can say to Jack. We’re a package deal now.”

Ava squirms. “Fine. Yes. I did tell you that.”

“I don’t deny that the man himself matters in the equation,” she says, sliding a hand up my thigh inside of my shorts to touch me directly. “And the cock, for that matter. But also you may need to adjust your own desires. Find out what you actually want. What makes you cum.”

Ava is blushing as Charlotte pulls one of the legs of my shorts up a little to give herself better access. The head of my cock is poking out now, and she is giving it plenty of attention. I’m blushing too now, my heart lunging in my chest.

“It might not be what you think. I know some girls, especially pretty ones, think they’re too good to give head, but they’re really missing out. There’s something about a man shoving his cock down your throat that just…” she trails off as she pulls more of my cock into view through the bottom of my shorts.

Ava’s eyes are glued to my crotch.

Charlotte smiles up at me and bites her lip. I question her with my eyes but she nods, sending me reassurance.

“Here,” Charlotte says, sliding off the couch onto her knees in front of me. “Let me show you.”

Ava blinks and seems to come back to herself. “What? Charlotte, no!”

“Yes,” she says. “Didn’t you just tell me that you’ve almost never gone down on a guy before?”

Ava’s legs are closed tightly but I swear I see her rubbing her thighs together surreptitiously. She is speechless.

“You did. I believe you said something to the effect of, ‘He can go down on me if he wants, but these lips are for microphones.’”

Ava’s face reddens further.

“I’m going to show you how much pleasure I get from this,” says Charlotte, grabbing the waistband of my shorts.

“Wait,” I say, placing my hands over Charlottes. “I don’t think Ava is ready for this. Maybe after we get to know each other a little better or something….”

Charlotte looks over at Ava and we both catch a look that is a little like panic cross Ava’s face, like she doesn’t know what to say and can’t admit that she wants this to go further. I release Charlotte’s hands and she giggles, then pulls my shorts down. My cock springs free, fully erect and throbbing.

“Oh, my god,” Ava whispers.

Charlotte strokes it ostentatiously from top to bottom, relishing the hardness. Pre-cum is leaking from the tip and she swirls it around the head with a fingertip and then wraps her hand around the shaft and strokes it to the bottom. Then she leans forward and holds my cock up and out of the way so that she can bury her face in my balls. She takes one into her mouth and sucks on it, her tongue dancing all over it in her mouth. I groan with pleasure.

“You’re just... sucking on his balls?!” says Ava. “But that’s so... demeaning!”

Charlotte makes loud slurping noises as she switches from one to the other.

Ava is watching, brows raised in shock.

One of my nuts pops from Charlottes lips with a little wet sound. “Fuck,” she says. “I just love sucking your balls so much. They’re so heavy and full. I can’t wait to drain them for you.”

I put my hand on her head, getting lost in the feeling now. I guide her mouth to my cock and it passes between her lips. I push her head down until she is deepthroating me to the base. She’s getting better at taking it all.

Ava can’t keep her peace. “You’re just going to let him force himself down your throat? I can’t believe what I’m seeing here!”
Charlotte tries to bring her head off to answer, but I figure an object lesson will do just as well. I hold her in place and she moans deeply and immediately relaxes, her tongue moving on the underside, trying to reach the balls she loves so much that are so close but so hard to get at. When her face starts to turn red I hold for a few more seconds and then, grabbing a handful of her hair, pull her off.

Charlotte gasps deeply and grins, grasping me in both hands to stroke while she looks over her shoulder at Ava. “This is what turns me on so much. Giving such a potent, virile man what he needs and wants, being his everything— I give myself and get double back!”

With that she drops one hand to my balls, the other to the base of my shaft, and begins sucking the top half of my cock feverishly. Her hair is everywhere, and she uses an arm to flip it back over her head, moaning and slurping obscenely.

I look at Ava, feeling a bit shy again at the state of things in the room, but see that a change has come over her. Her thighs are now definitely rubbing together, and as I watch, her tongue steals out of her mouth and licks her lips unconsciously. I look away before she sees me watching, a small smile on my face.

What Charlotte is doing to me feels amazing. Since she blew me only a little while before Ava arrived, I’m able to last a little longer. I decide to have fun and put on a show for Ava. I was uncomfortable at first, but if she’s stayed this long, she’s obviously not too freaked out.

I lean forward and pull Charlotte’s blouse up her torso. She breaks contact and pulls it over her head quickly, then goes back to the job at hand, switching again to licking my nutsack.

“You know, Ava,” she says, punctuating nearly ever other word with a large lick on my balls, “I’m surprised you don’t like doing this more. It’s so empowering.”

“Empower--what? How?” Ava snaps back to reality and stops squirming her legs. “You’re on your knees for a man right now,” she says, regaining her composure and picking up her previous train of thought.

“Mmm, I know,” Charlotte says. “And he’s putty in my hands. Watch.” Without any more warning than that, she suddenly deepthroats my cock to the base. My back arches and my legs go rigid and I groan loudly from the change in temperature and pressure. She swallows my cockhead, working her throat around it and driving me wild. Then she pulls off and keeps stroking. “You see? I am in charge here.”

“Even though he’s getting what he wants,” Ava says thoughtfully, biting her lip.

Charlotte nods. “Don’t you just love the feeling of a hard cock on your tongue?” She gobbles mine up. “The rippling veins, and the way it pulsates with your every move?”

Ava shrugs. “I... well... uh....”

Charlotte stops dead and turns all of her attention to Ava.

“Oh. My. God. You’re fucking kidding me.”

Ava turns red again and opens her mouth, then shuts it.

Charlotte looks at me, wide eyed. It’s hard to take her completely seriously because I have no idea what’s happening, and in addition to having her gigantic breasts exposed freely, her lips and chin are shiny with saliva and pre-cum. My brain is in the fog of being about halfway to orgasm in addition to the other details of the day, so I’m no help at all. I look back blankly.

“She’s never sucked a cock,” Charlotte says. And I see something pass over her face. She turns to Ava. “You’ve never sucked a fucking cock!”

Ava is now a bit put out and looks ready to fire back an angry reply, but Charlotte holds up her hand. “You said you’d given blowjobs before!”

This sets Ava back on her heels. “I--I thought I had!”

“What? What the fuck did you do that made you think you’d done a blowjob if you hadn’t?” Charlotte asks incredulously.

“Well, I’d--I’d used my hands before, of course,” she speeds up when she sees Charlotte draw in a breath to reply, “and I’d sort of... kissed and blown air on the tip to tease a boy before....”

There is a slight pause. Charlotte stares at Ava. Then she turns to me. Ava looks at me, red-faced and looking like she’s about to start crying. Then my cock, neglected now for a minute in the open air, twitches, and we all look at it. It is still rock hard, dripping with the same shiny fluids that coat Charlottes mouth and jaw, looking oddly lonely sticking up in the air for no reason. This breaks the tension and we all burst out laughing.

“All right,” says Charlotte. “So you’ve never even SEEN a blowjob, then. Holy shit. I had no idea what I was doing for you here. I mean I thought I did, but geez, girl....”

Then Charlotte does something that shocks both of us. She waves Ava over.

“Come on, sister. There’s no time like the present. You’ve got some lost time to make up for.”

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I wake in the late morning to an empty bed, my mind swirling with hazy impressions from the remainder of the party. I roll over and check my phone out of habit, and find a text from Charlotte.

‘Morning loveeee! Had to run some errands. Found something that belongs to you in the guest bedroom. Have fun!’

I yawn and jump into the shower, heading downstairs after with a towel around my waist to get a drink from the fridge. I am ferociously thirsty.

I grab a glass of orange juice and walk absently past the door to the guest bedroom. Then I walk backwards and look in again over the rim of my glass.

Seated on the bed is Alexandra, still wearing her swimsuit and grass skirt, looking at me placidly with her hands in her lap.

“Oh,” I say. “Hey.”

“Hello, master,” she says calmly.

“Have you been waiting here all night?” I ask.

“As instructed, master.”

“You don’t need to call me--wait, did you sleep?”

“Yes.”

“Have you eaten?”
“Mistress told me to eat breakfast, so I did.”

Oh my.

“And now... what’s your plan for today?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe.

“To serve you, master.”

“Don’t call me master all of the time.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright. Listen,” I start, but then stop myself. “I want you to care for yourself, okay? I expect you to eat and... go home and change or whatever.”

“Would you like me to change now?” she asks.

I sigh. “This is quite a kink you have, Alexandra.”

She says nothing, simply watches me attentively.

“So, let me see if I understand this,” I say. “You want to do whatever I say?”

She nods. “Yes, sir.”

“For how long?”

“Until you ask me to find a new master,” she says.

“Right. I should have guessed that one.” I think. “So if I told you to lay down on the bed and hang your head over the edge, you’d do it?”

Before I’m done speaking, she has already begun to lay down and get into position.

“Well, geez,” I say. “This is not something that I am capable of passing by.”

I step into the room and she shivers with anticipation.

“Better take off your clothes,” I say, and she smiles as she does so, pulling her bikini bottoms down to show me a neatly shaved patch of hair just above her pussy. Then she unties her top deftly behind her back and pulls it away. I watch with approval as her breasts lay against her rib cage, practically begging to be massaged.

She gets into position, hanging her head off the edge of the bed.

“Good girl,” I say, and she shudders. “Now, open your mouth.”

Alexandra beams as she opens her mouth.

“I’m going to fuck your throat now, Alex. Is that okay with you?”

She moans. “Yes, master.”

“I want you to touch yourself while I do,” I say. “I like to watch that.”

“Yes, master,” she says as I drop my towel.

“Alright, Alex,” I say. “Here we go. If you need anything, just tap my leg twice and I’ll stop.”
“Oh, please don’t stop, master. Please!”

I smile and shake my head. I don’t know where this road leads, probably to hubris beyond imagining, but these first couple of steps at least are fantastic. I step forward and put my balls above her mouth. “Lick my balls. Suck on them too, if you like.”

She immediately starts lapping at my balls with a flat, wide tongue, one hand wrapped around my thigh and one cupping her own breast as I instructed.

I let her lick my balls for as long as I feel like, then I step back and put my cock into her mouth. She welcomes it, licking the head as it passes between her lips, sucking on it as soon as it’s in far enough. I decide to do what I feel since that’s the premise here anyway, and so I push straight through to her throat just to see what will happen. She takes it well, repositioning her head slightly at the moment she needs to, and I have full freedom to travel down her throat. I bottom out with her lips around the base of my cock and my balls resting against her nose.

I start to thrust back and forth right away, and I track my movement in Alexandra’s throat as I push deeper, just a little ripple under the surface of her creamy skin. I watch her hands move down and she starts to play with herself with two fingers from one hand as she slides two fingers from her other hand into her pussy.

As I watch this I realize that if I take her description of her own kink as law, namely, that whatever I want is whatever she wants, I am freed by definition from any consideration of her experience. It’s the perfect expression of Charlotte’s free use agenda, or maybe even the next step beyond it. The idea of having a sex slave does not appeal to me, however perpetual my erection, but the idea of a sex pet who is getting what she needs by virtue of my needs is something else.

I grab a handful of each of her delicious melons and start to fuck her throat. Her body looks great, even from this slightly awkward upside down angle I can tell how fit and trim she keeps herself. She is completely relaxed, and the part of me that still wants to avoid causing her any distress is pleased to see that she is frigging herself with great abandon. Because I told her to? Because she’s really feeling it? Are those truly the exact same thing? It doesn’t matter, I tell myself. Shut up and fuck her face.

I also find myself free of any desire to make this last or perform impressively, and thus when I feel the urge to cum building to critical mass after only a couple of minutes, all I feel is pleasure at its arrival. No desire to distract myself or strategize the moment of orgasm. I simply thrust faster and unleash myself into her throat, feeling her swallow every drop as I press as deep as I want to. She swallows hard, again and again, and I see the saliva leaking from around the corners of her mouth as she does so. I pull out enough to let her breathe and she uses that gasp through her nose to moan loudly.

“Come for me,” I say to Alex, my cock still firmly in her mouth, and I watch with a brand of awe as she does almost instantly. She moans onto me as the last few drops of cum dribble out into her mouth, swallowing and bucking her hips up into the air, all of her muscles tightening except, thankfully and notably, her jaw muscles. I’m not sure if she was riding the edge up to that moment or what, but the timing was certainly uncanny. Perhaps she’s unable to cum unless I order her to? This is fucking wild, and just shutting my brain off is not an option.

I let her come down from her high and suckle on me for a few seconds before pulling out and stepping back. She breathes hard, staying in her position, red-faced, chest heaving, until I tell her she can lay down or sit up.

“As a matter of fact, when I say ‘at ease,’ from now on, just rest for a minute in whatever manner feels comfortable for you.”

She nods gratefully, rolling onto the bed fully and just breathing. Her breasts rise and fall in time with her gasps for air, and I am already excited for the next time I get to play with them. Then I shrug and sit down on the bed next to her, reaching over and grabbing one with my free hand as she recovers. I give her a couple of squeezes, relishing the feel of her warm, firm flesh, and then let go.

“That was fantastic, Alex,” I say. “Really top-notch.”

Alexandra smiles. “Good, master. I’m glad I could be of service.”

I nod. “Why don’t you head home and clean up once you’re ready,” I say.

“Yes, sir.”

“How do I reach you?”

“I will leave you my phone number,” she says. “Any time. Day or night. I live to serve you.”

I smile and look into her ice-blue eyes, then shake my head. “Alright. I’m not gonna argue with you.”

She relaxes visibly. “Please,” she says, placing a hand over mine. “Tell me when you need my body. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Anything.”

I laugh. “No need to beg. Message received. You’re gorgeous, and we’ve already had fun together. I’d love some more.”

She beams and I stand, scooping up my towel from the floor. “You have a way home?” I ask.

Alexandra nods. “I’ll see myself out, master.”

I walk back to the stairs, shaking my head still, not knowing what to think.

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Alexandra has re-entered the room without me hearing her, and has apparently padded, catlike, right up to me. She is wearing a vivid blue swimsuit that remarkably accentuates her figure. It looks sturdy enough to be able to support her generous chest, and she’s wearing a kitschy grass skirt to match the decor of the party. Her brown hair extends wavily to her shoulders, and her startlingly blue eyes seem to peer intensely into mine. They’re light blue with dark rings around the irises, easily her most stunning feature, highlighted by the blue of her suit. She kneels down in front of me, staying a respectful distance away, and folds her hands in her lap.

“Oh!” I say involuntarily. My brain wants me to cover up, but laying back with my semi-erect manhood exposed and my shorts on the floor four feet away doesn’t give me any options. My legs and arms start to move and then stop, realizing there’s really nothing I can do. I relax back as she watches me intently, unmoving, with the ghost of a smile at the corners of her mouth.

“May I serve you, master?” she asks quietly.

I rub my eyes again and look at her. She’s still there. Not dreaming. “I should probably ask some clarifying questions here, but I’m inclined to say yes.”

“I saw the way she treated you,” she says levelly. “A man like you deserves more. Your cock deserves more.”

“I do?” I ask. “It does?”

“Yes, master,” she says, still not moving or breaking eye contact. “It does.”

“Show me,” I say. What the hell? I’ve already been smacked around tonight. Maybe this is karma restoring balance, albeit rather immediately.

Alexandra allows herself a small smile and crawls forward on her hands and knees. She puts herself between my thighs and slides her hands up my legs.

“Where would you like me to put your cock, master? How may I serve you?” she asks, rubbing her hands up and down my inner thighs.

My eyes go involuntarily to her breasts and she smiles, pleased. “Very well,” she says.

I look up at her, unaware that I’ve chosen the form of the destroyer, and she gently pulls each of her breasts out of their cups without removing the swimsuit itself. The result is that they are perfectly presented, pressed together, and ready to be fucked.

“I will need to use my mouth to get you ready. Is that alright with you, master?” she asks.

I nod, eyes wide. I find that when she looks straight at me I have trouble formulating thoughts into words that come out of my mouth in order.

“Good,” she says, and lowers her head down to my crotch. Her mouth opens and she very gently takes me in.

I have had many blowjobs in my life, but this one is different from the beginning. It is so gentle and sensuous, for one thing. It is as if she is trying her best to get it wet without applying too much pressure, almost reverentially applying her tongue to every ridge and hollow around the head and down the shaft. If my cock was a fragile structure made of sugar glass, she couldn’t be more careful to keep it intact. I watch her, entranced, as she methodically makes me wet and slippery with the barest of light contact. At one point she licks me softly from my balls all the way to the tip and I see just how long her tongue is, feeling a thrill of arousal go through me.

“You can... suck it more... if you want,” I say lamely.

“But you want a different experience, master,” she says, looking at me again. “You want my breasts. I would not rob you of that experience just to get you there.”

For the second time tonight I can’t think of a reasonable reply, so I say nothing.

Evidently deciding that I have been prepared, she sits up and leans forward, sliding me slowly and firmly in between her breasts. My stiff member goes into this warm, slick place without effort, and the feel of her hot skin against mine, especially at the fullest extent when the tip pokes through her cleavage at the top and my balls rest against her sternum underneath and out of sight, is fantastic. I let out a groan and watch as her face ripples with her own pleasure. She takes her hands and presses her breasts together and slides them up until my cock disappears, then slides them down ever so slowly to complete the stroke.

“I am going to fuck my titties with your cock, master,” Alexandra says, her voice dripping with arousal. “I am going to let you use my body any way you choose, until you cum.”

I gasp with lust at her words, watching her perfectly formed round globes as they go up again, her nipples pointing at me like two lovely rosebuds, and I long to suck on them. She sees me looking and I watch another wave of desire pass over her face as she spits down into her cleavage to lube up my passage. This woman really is getting a lot out of watching me be turned on.

She starts to bounce a little more quickly, and the warmth combined with the full contact moves me three levels closer to climax already. There’s something about a good titfuck that always makes me blow earlier than I want to, and I assume it’s the tip-to-balls stimulation of full coverage. Combined with the visual of course, tit man that I am deep down, I guess it’s not surprising. And watching this blue-eyed beauty with her brown hair framing her face in little wavelet curls staring into my eyes, so tuned into my every breath and facial response, is intoxicating. I reach down and squeeze her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and she lets out a very loud moan.

“Oh, master!” she cries, sounding as though she’s at the height of pleasure.

“Try to lick it on the upstrokes,” I say.

She immediately bows her head, chin to her chest, and reaches with her tongue. “Yes, master.” This submissive thing she’s got going on would be dangerous to get used to. And that tongue... fuck. I’ve never seen a tongue that long, and I immediately imagine all that she can do with it.

Alexandra starts to easily catch my cockhead each time it comes through the valley of her flesh, occasionally getting her lips around it for an instant and giving it a little suck. I thrust my hips slightly, getting that little bit of extra distance, and watch as she tries to get all of the pre-cum off the tip with each stroke.

“Wow,” I say. “That’s so good.”

“I’m glad, master,” she says, looking up at me with emotion. “I want you to feel good!”

“Can you deepthroat?” I ask.

“Yes, master, of course,” she says with a little moan. “Are you finished with my tits? You’d like my throat now?”

“Oh, shit,” I say, and I start to cum. Alexandra’s immediate response is to slow her strokes, easing me into that most sensitive moment, presenting an open mouth as my target. My cock shoots into her mouth as she slowly strokes it between her soft, pillowy breasts, and I let out an inarticulate cry of pleasure. She starts to shake and I realize with shock that she’s coming, despite no direct stimulation, seemingly just from my own pleasure.

I watch as cream blasts into her mouth and then drizzles back out onto her tits, covering them in my seed. She is moaning consistently, almost convulsing as I pulse again and again. Her breasts are squeezed tightly together around my cock, and she’s stopped moving entirely. My cock is glistening when she lowers her head and sucks it into her mouth, cleaning the tip so softly I can barely tell what she’s doing.

Alexandra swallows and then looks up at me. “I’m sorry, master,” she says. “I couldn’t help myself. After watching her make you waste your load so disrespectfully, I....” she trails off.

“What are you talking about?”

“I just can’t stand to see any of your cum wasted!” she says, in real distress. “That’s why I sucked you at the end without permission. I’m so sorry, master,” she says, bowing her head.

“That felt great,” I say. “I love that you did that.”

She looks up at me, beaming, with eyes wide. “Really? You aren’t mad?”

Mad? What the fuck is going on around here tonight?

“No, no,” I say. “I love what you’re doing to me. You should do what you want to do right now.”

Alexandra looks at me, perplexed. “What I want is what you want, master.”

“Oh,” I say. “Well... you should... feel free to not waste any of my cum, then.”

She beams and leans forward immediately. She proceeds to very carefully lick up every drop of my cream, working her way down. She holds her breasts to her mouth and then uses her fingers to swipe up what she can’t reach with her tongue, which isn’t much until she starts cleaning between her breasts from where my slippery cock had been gliding. I watch her tongue in awe, having never fully appreciated how appealing that single part of a woman’s anatomy could be.

“I’m not sure if I got it all, master,” she says. “I’ll do better next time. I promise.”

“Next time,” I repeat flatly.

“If master desires me, yes,” she says. “Any time.”

I swallow hard. “Yes, master definitely desires you again. I want to see what you can do with your throat.”

Alexandra smiles demurely. “I’ll wait for you,” she says, and rises to her feet, smoothly slipping her breasts back into their sheath.

I hear some commotion outside and stand to walk and look out the window. I can’t tell what’s happening from this angle, but I realize that I should probably get back to the party either way.

“Alexandra, that was absolutely--” I say as I turn to look. But she’s gone.

“Fuck, she’s quiet,” I murmur.

I pick up my swim trunks and pull them up again, then I turn the doorknob and step outside.

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As it turns out, the party is the very next night. I have no idea how Charlotte got everything arranged so quickly, or how party furniture rental companies can deliver and setup far faster than furniture companies from whom you’re paying ten or twenty times as much to buy things from permanently. I don’t even know how she got invitations out to so many people who could make it on such short notice. All I know is that I’m sitting on a fancy rented couch by the pool, surrounded by guests, caterers, and tropical island decor. There’s music playing from a DJ booth, lights strung between poles and fake palm trees, a bar by the pool, and colored lights at the bottom of the pool that pulse to the music.

There are, unsurprisingly, a high concentration of fashion models among Charlotte’s closest friends, and a good many seem to have come here tonight. I spot many women I know by face if not by name, including some lingerie models that I do know by name. And since the theme of the party is “tropical island,” they’re all wearing bikinis and showing off their incredible bodies in the last light of the day.

Charlotte is buzzing about, talking and charming guests, making everyone feel seen and heard for at least three minutes before moving on to someone else. My hopes of getting some from her are somewhat frustrated by this, but obviously there’s no way around it. She’s the hostess and this is our home, so in a way it’s our coming out party as a couple as well.

Said party is about forty-five minutes old when I go to get a club soda from the bar and discover that I recognize the person next to me.

“Caprica Six, as I live and breathe,” I say, turning to face the tall, blonde actress.

“Oh gods,” Lana says, looking upward. “A fan.”

I laugh. “If it makes you feel any better, I haven’t seen everything you’ve ever done, and I don’t have any posters of you on my walls.”

“A little better,” she says, with a wry smile.

“Here alone?” I ask.

She sighs to herself.

“Do you know Charlotte?” I ask.

“No, I don’t know whose house this is. I got invited by a friend who didn’t even end up coming himself.”

“Ah,” I say. “Well, it’s my house, so now you know that much.”

“You’re that writer?” she asks.

I nod. “So say they all.”

She rolls her eyes and I laugh again. “Isn’t being famous fun?” I ask. “I’ve never watched your more recent show.”

“Honestly,” she says, smiling in spite of herself, “I just came here looking to get fucked. It’s been a long week.”

“Holy shit! You’re never going to believe this,” I say. I do a burlesque of looking over both of my shoulders and then point at my chest. “I have a dick! I can give you what you’re looking for!”

She smirks and raises an eyebrow and sizes me up. She’s tall, five foot ten easy, probably almost six feet if you count the massive heels she’s wearing, but I’ve got several inches on her. I’m wearing brightly colored swim trunks and she’s wearing a floral print bikini top with a ruffled red bikini bottom that trails down her thighs.

“I never fuck fans,” she says.

“Sounds like a boring rule,” I say. “I’ve never listened to your podcast. Does that help?”

“You know,” she says, leaning against the bar and looking at me, “it actually does.”

“So...” I say, gesturing with a thumb over my shoulder toward the house. “A little harmless fun between adults? No Cylon jokes.”

She smiles. “None at all?”

I hold my right hand up, three fingers together. “Scout’s honor.”

“And you won’t ask me to call you Gaius?”

“Goodness, no. Who would want to be that poor sod? Apollo. That’s me.”

She presents me her hand. “Apollo. I’m Lana.”

I take her hand and turn, leading her towards the house. I catch Charlotte’s eye across the pool and she pumps her fists and thrusts her hips forward. I grin.

“Is that your girlfriend?” Lana asks at my ear.

“Yep.”

“She loves this shit.”

“She loves this shit,” I confirm.

Lana makes a noise somewhere between amusement and disgust.

I lead us past the back door where the caterers are staging in the kitchen and go to the door that leads to the gym instead. The windows in there face empty hillside, with only one leading to the backyard. The lights are off, but there’s enough ambient light from outside to see everything, albeit with a cool, blue cast. We walk inside and I go to draw the blinds.

“Leave them open,” she says from behind me. The window is far from the center of activity and the lights reflecting off the windows from the outside will probably make it impossible to see in, so I shrug.

I go to lock the door. “Fuck ‘em,” she says. “Someone wants to see, let ‘em watch.”

I stop and turn to watch her as she walks toward me, cool, confident and in control. I happen to be standing in front of the bench press machine with its angled seat and she pushes me back into it and climbs astride my hips. She presses me down with both hands on my chest and kisses me hard, her tongue pushing into my mouth from the first kiss. I bring my hands up to her back and she slaps them away.

“Don’t fucking touch me until I say so,” she says, and rips off her bikini top unceremoniously. Her tits look great, perky and beautifully formed, rising like small mountains from her slim torso.

Lana grinds down on my cock, which is still restrained by my shorts but getting quite hard nonetheless. She kisses me hard again, and leans forward to put her body on mine. I feel her hard nipples push into my chest and her hands slide into mine, lacing our fingers together and pushing my arms out to the sides as she rubs her pussy on me through the thin fabric of our bathing suits. Her tongue dances with mine and she bites down on my lower lip hard, pulling back and snapping her teeth. The hunger I see in her eyes is on the borderland of concerning. It must have been a hell of a week.

She reaches down and grabs my cock through my shorts, feeling its length. “Adequate,” she says, then stands up slightly to grab the waistband of my shorts and yank them down. She pulls her bikini bottom to one side, exposing her pussy, which is absolutely dripping wet, and then lowers herself onto my cock.

Lana sighs with relief and immediately starts rolling her hips. I go to put my hands on her ass and she slaps me away again without a word, so I drop my hands back to hold on to the bench I’m leaning against and let her fuck me. She has both hands on my chest, fingers curled into my chest hair, hunching her back, her tits hanging down slightly, her hair in my face as she works my dick into her in the way she likes. I look over her shoulder and am compensated somewhat by the fact that the mirror on the opposite wall gives me an excellent view of her back and my own cock disappearing into her pussy. She has that supermodel physique, long legs spread to either side with her slim, bare torso arching up and away. There’s always something so sexy to me about a woman’s bare back, and even though she’s not permitting my touch, my eyes wander all over her.

Suddenly she starts to pant and moves her hips up and down, faster and faster, and then shudders and shakes and shrieks as her orgasm takes her. As she is in the midst of her throes, the door that leads from the inside hallway opens and a man I don’t recognize leads in a woman I do recognize, who’s eyes go wide as she sees Lana rise off my cock a little ways, displaying its full girth and length, and then they close the door and are gone.

Lana shakes some more and then relaxes as her passion passes. “Who was that?” she asks.

“Claudia Pena and someone else,” I say.

“Oh, fuck,” she says. “That was good.”

“Can I touch you now?” I ask.

“Yeah,” she says, “sorry--”

“--long week,” I finish.

“I hate it when people finish my sentences,” she says.

“And you never fuck fans.”

“Oh, shut up,” she says, but she smiles. “Grab my ass and put that cock to work.”

“Yes ma’am,” I say. I put both of my hands on her back and slide them down as slowly as I dare before cupping both of her butt cheeks firmly and then pulling her up toward me so that I can start to pump my penis into her vagina more fully. I catch a reflection of this in the mirror and it reminds me of what my cock looked like fucking Rachel on the sex tape we made, brawny and veiny as it slides up now into Lana. My balls hang low in the warm air, looking large and full, and I think how good it will feel to empty them deep inside of this slender woman.

I start to fuck her, hard and fast from the first, ready to give her what she asked for. I pull her butt cheeks apart and slam my cock up inside of her, and she lays herself down against me with her forehead on my chest.

“Oh, yes, yes!” she cries as I drill her. “Faster!”

I couldn’t slow down if I wanted to at this point. Her body is so damn sexy, and she’s so into it, it would be impossible to ratchet down a notch.

“Faster!” she says, and sits up and slaps me across the face. “I said faster!”

I’m caught so off guard by this that I do start fucking her faster, though now the pace is so quick I’m really not sure I can maintain it for very long--not because I’ll cum, but because I’m not a machine. I move as fast as I physically can for a few seconds, frankly not wanting to get slapped again, though the pain was in a way intriguing. Lana puts her head down on my shoulder and takes it with her mouth open, seemingly unable to make a sound.

All at once she’s cumming again, and she clamps down on my cock so hard on an outward stroke that my dick pops out of her pussy. Her teeth are on my shoulder and the sudden pain is startling, though she’s not biting hard enough to draw blood. I don’t think. I manage not to jump or cry out, and once her orgasm passes I grab my cock clumsily around her ass and guide it back into her pussy.

I really don’t know what to expect from her now, but to my surprise she is all tenderness and sweet dandelion wine. She whispers softly in my ear, nibbling on my ear lobe and stroking my hair.

“Such a good boy,” she says, “so sweet to give mommy what I want, what I need. Get what you need, now, but don’t cum in my pussy, pull out like a good boy, okay? Mommy wants you to pull out. Don’t put a baby in me. No, no. Be a good boy for me and cum on the floor.”

I start to wonder what I’ve gotten myself into here, and I’m grateful not to be looking her in the eye right now for what she’d see on my face. I set those thoughts aside and focus on finishing myself. I give her long, full strokes at a moderate pace with a lazy angle that doesn’t require as much exertion. I feel myself getting closer and speed up.

“Oh, yes, work that cock, baby. Get it up inside where it’s nice and warm. Fuck me. Fuck me! Now cum! But don’t fucking cum inside me!” As she says this last she closes her hand around my neck, not precisely to cut off my air, but more than just a gentle caress. She looks me right in the eyes for the first time and I see why she’s such a good actress. Either that, or she’s crazy for real, but I think it’s the former.

“Don’t you fucking cum inside me, you fucktoy cock-boy! Don’t you fucking dare pump your jizz out in my pussy!” She slaps me across the face again and I start to wonder what it is she wants from me, because she is grinding her hips against me again and seems really aroused by what she’s saying and doing. The slaps and the choking don’t turn me on in and of themselves, but the pain mixed with the pleasure has an effect on my body that isn’t entirely unenjoyable.

Lana rests her forehead on mine, looking me in the eyes still, and whispers fiercely. “You can cum inside me just this one time, if you promise to be a good boy, if you swear yourself to me, if you’ll be sooo good, then you can fill me up with that hot cum of yours, drain your balls, let it go--”

I pass the point of no return, even as I realize there is no way I’m going to cum inside of this woman, whether she’s kidding or not. The door to the hallway opens just as I pull my cock out and hold it against her ass with my hand and thrust forward. I look up involuntarily and lock eyes with Alexandra Dawson just as I blast cum across the room in a long arcing jet. Her stunning blue eyes go wide and her mouth forms a perfect round ‘o’ of surprise, and she stands stock-still watching two, three, four jets of cum fly several feet out, each less far than the last, until by the fifth and six they taper off entirely. The mirror affords a very interesting vantage point, showing me exactly what Alexandra is seeing even as I watch her face reacting to it, and when the shock starts to clear from her features, I see fascination and desire.

Lana, unaware we’re being watched, is still whispering things in my ear that are as startling as they are filthy. The music from outside is giving just enough background to cover Alexandra’s entry. Alexandra looks from my cock to Lana and finally to my eyes, and she covers her mouth as she grins and backs out of the room slowly. She was only there for perhaps fifteen seconds, but it seems a very long time.

Realizing I’ve finished but seemingly unaware of Alexandra’s intrusion, Lana licks my ear, swirling her tongue around and going deep, before slowly rising and stretching in front of me.

“That,” she says, rolling her neck around. “Was just what I needed.”

“It was fucking great,” I say, trying to project an energy that sounds more positive than puzzled though I myself am somewhere between. Seeing her body this way definitely keeps things on the positive side at least.

“It was, wasn’t it?” she asks. “I wish your dick was bigger, but I can’t complain.”

I can’t think of anything to say to that, so I grin and shrug, still laying back on the bench. Lana picks up her bikini top and puts it back on, adjusts her bottoms so her pussy is covered, and, careful not to step in the sticky lines I drew across the rubberized gym floor, walks to the outer door and leaves without another word.

“Well,” I say to myself, “you can’t be everyone’s best lover, can you?”

I rub my hands across my face, feeling my smarting right cheek and wondering if I’ll have a red mark there.

I lay an arm over my eyes to catch my breath and reset. “Sometimes you just get yours and she gets hers and that’s all there is to it.”

“But sometimes she should get hers from giving you yours,” a voice says and I move my arm with a start.

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There is much to do on any moving day, and the only oddity for me is that I have none of my own things in the mix except what came in a suitcase on the plane. As we finish out the job of emptying her condo with the last few random boxes, the cleaning service arrives to do their work and we leave for the last time.

“I love this place,” she says. “Leaving it to do anything other than what we’re doing would feel very sad to me.”

“Good thing we’re doing what we’re doing, then, isn’t it?”

“It is,” she says, crossing her arms and rubbing her shoulders with her hands as if a cold breeze had blown through.

“I get it,” I say. “If I ever sell my place on the island I think part of me will just die and stay buried there. A real home isn’t something you walk away from intact, I don’t think. Part of you stays, even if it’s a part of you that you’re leaving behind on purpose to grow toward the future.”

Charlotte looks at me as I say this, and though I mean it to comfort her, I somehow think it does the opposite. By the time I finish she’s looking at the ground. I step to her and hold her in my arms, and she allows it, but doesn’t move her arms from their closed, protective position.

This is real life after all, I think. Not all lighthearted pleasure-fantasy all of the time. People are complicated and contain multitudes and feel more than one way about one thing. I remind myself to be patient with this real person in my arms and let her speak her mind in her own time. Goodness knows she’s given me enough to have the right to hold some things back.

We drive up to our new home, stopping by a couple of stores along the way to pick out some more odds and ends and furniture before heading in to unpack boxes. Anything that has to go on a shelf has to wait, but the kitchen and bathroom can be pretty well set up and outfitted.

The house is buzzing with activity again, deliveries, movers and decorators plying their trades. A pool maintenance company comes to check out the pumps and filters and make sure everything is clean for the pool to be filled, which they commence with when the water truck arrives. A strange thing about the desert--water comes in trucks when you need it to fill a pool or a hot tub, something that feels very foreign to me and reminds me that I am a stranger in this dry land.

Some time after lunch, which we order in for whomever is on hand at the time, Charlotte calls for me to come upstairs and help her with something.

“Bring your big drill,” she says, and, perplexed, I come up the stairs empty-handed.

“I’m in the bathroom,” she calls.

“I don’t have any tools here,” I say as I enter our room. “Though I can go to the hardware store if you need.”

“You’ve got the tool I need,” she says as I enter the bathroom.

Charlotte closes the door behind me and I hear it lock as I turn to find her wearing nothing but a robe which is open straight down the middle a good six inches, showing her delicious body.

“Ahh,” I say. “You know, I’m normally pretty good at detecting double-entendres, but I missed that one.”

She stands back, pulling the robe open and letting it fall, holding her arms up to the sides in a magicians’ gesture of presentation.

My jaw drops slightly at her tall, flawless form, her hourglass shape, her long legs and torso, the flare of her hips and the perfection that is her bust. She giggles as I stand with my arms hanging at my sides, unmoving.

“You’ve seen me naked like... a lot of times, now,” she says, taking a step towards me and lifting a hand to click my jaw shut with one finger.

“Yeah,” I say. “It’ll never be enough, though. There’ll never be a day when you don’t turn my head when you walk past.”

She smiles at me sweetly, and takes my head in her hands, her fingers splitting around my ears and the pads of her thumbs coming to rest in the hollows of my temples, pulling me down to meet her lips. The kiss is as sweet as her smile, and for a few seconds it feels like the world fades out entirely. When she pulls back, her eyes search mine and seem to find what she’s looking for.

“You’re the perfect man,” she says, and kisses me harder, with some real intent. “What can I do to please my perfect man?” she asks.

I look around the bathroom. “You could kneel against that wall,” I say, indicating a blank section of wall behind the door.

Obediently, Charlotte goes and kneels, putting her back to the wall.

I drop my shorts and walk in front of her, stroking my hardening cock. She looks up at me calmly, blinking her large blue eyes at me as I press myself against her lips. She opens her mouth and I slide it in, relishing the warmth of her tongue as I slide over it, just as I did in the small hours of the morning.

I breathe out a sigh of satisfaction and pleasure as I place a hand on the side of her face and push my hips forward and draw back again. She reaches up and holds my balls gently as I do so, rolling them across her fingertips, testing their weight as they move back and forth. The resistance of the wall behind her gives me something to push against and gives me an unprecedented amount of control over the act of deepthroating, usually something that is solely her province. Only once does she turn her head aside as I withdraw.

“This is so damn hot,” she says. “I love feeling you slip down my throat under your control. Don’t hold back.”

I have been holding back quite a lot, anxious to avoid discomfiting her, so now I do start to push a little harder and a little faster. She never takes her eyes off of mine, holding them wide open and looking up at me, calmly staying in the moment throughout as I begin to fuck her face. I go a little deeper now, pushing until her nose touches my pelvis. I feel her tongue slip out of her mouth and tickle my balls and I moan.

“Ohhh, that feels good,” I say, pulling back out and then sliding in again, holding for longer, feeling her throat around me.

I plant my feet further apart and thrust forward again, holding even longer, then pulling out until my cock leaves her lips. “Give it to me,” she says, nodding slightly, some saliva spilling out of her lips and onto her tits. Her eyes are watering and she nods again.

I put my cock into her mouth and slide it forward, feeling myself go down her throat, and then pull out and reinsert it more quickly, watching her to make sure she’s okay. She slaps my ass with both hands twice and then pulls my hips forward. I smile and rest my forehead on the cool surface of the bathroom wall. Then I start to fuck her face for real.

I press into her mouth and down her throat, and I pull out a few inches before plunging back in, faster and faster. I check to make sure she’s doing okay and see that her eyes are closed and I see that her hand is playing with herself. One hand is still on my ass and she’s pushing me forward harder on every stroke, and I abandon my last bit of hesitation.

I thrust now all the way, long full strokes, pushing in and out of her fervently. I am bottoming out on every stroke and she is making the most appealing noises as I do. Finally, I can take no more, and give it three or four more strokes and then feel everything rushing down into her. It cascades out and she takes it all, swallowing and extracting every drop from me, coming herself the instant I pull out enough that she can gasp for breath. Then she pulls my hips back towards her face and buries me into her mouth again, using me as a gag to suppress her loud cries, which may have been her intent. Either way, it’s amazingly hot and I struggle to maintain my now awkward, muscle-locking position of half crouch leaning forward.

When her orgasm subsides she lets me go and I stumble backward, catching myself on the closed lid of the toilet just in time.

“Master bath,” she pants. “Check.”

I giggle a bit hysterically. “Are you ever not in control of your faculties?”

She smiles, sinking to the floor. “Yes. When you’re around, I lose the ability to not have your dick in me someplace.”

I grin. “Of all the effects I’ve ever had on someone, I’m glad it’s this one and I’m glad it’s with you.”

Charlotte rests her head back against the wall. “Me too.”

I stand shakily and put on my shorts.

“Oh, sit down,” she says. “You’re going to fall down the stairs.”

“Yeah,” I laugh. “Okay. You’re probably right.”

“I’m gonna throw us a party,” she says.

“You mean we’re gonna throw us a party?” I ask.

“Ah, yes. We’re the royal ‘we’ now, aren’t we?”

“Indeed,” I say, mimicking her posh English accent.

“Very well, then. We’re throwing us a party, but I want you to trust me on some things.”

“Such as?”

“The date, the location, the guest list, the dress code, and the decor.”

“Ah,” I say, nodding wisely. “So the food is up to me.”

“No,” Charlotte says. “I’ll be choosing the food as well.”

“I see,” I say. “I’m just responsible for valet parking, then.”

“And!” she says. “You can choose the time for it to start, so long as it’s not before twilight.”

“Twilight it is!” I say.

“That’s settled, then,” she says.

We sit in silence for a few moments.

“Do I get to at least know any of the--”

“No,” she says with a curt nod.

“Got it.”

Another few moments pass in which she tries to suppress a smile.

“Okay, then.” I rise to my feet. “I’m off to find a parking... company?”

“Yeah,” Charlotte says. “On second thought, since you can’t know the date and don’t know anything about what you’re doing, I should probably handle that, too.”

“Probably for the best,” I say, cracking my back. “Can I at least have sex with you during the party?”

“Oh yes,” she says. “And, I want you to bang at least three guests before the night is through. Think you can do that for me?”

I bark out a short laugh. “I’ll see what I can do,” I say, and extend a hand to lift her from the floor.

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