I know exactly what he means.
And which clients he’s referring to.
His last client and mine had come in together, a couple of college girls who’d only had strips of fabric covering the cracks of their asses and the mounds of their breasts. They looked like they were walking onto a set of a porn movie.
They could have certainly played the part. Huge tits, bubble butts, and shaved pussies.
I know because mine stripped the instant I closed the curtain to start the work on her lower back. She climbed right up on my chair, face down, straddled it with her legs spread open, and I had her snatch and round ass in my face the entire time.
Looking over her shoulder, she’d asked me, “Does this make it easier for you?”
I almost laughed and said, “Too easy.”
I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me hard. It did. Very.
I didn’t bite. I wasn’t interested, even with that pretty pussy staring me in the face all smooth and pink, I didn’t want it. My cock, on the other hand, was ready to go.
Before Summer and this stupid game the guys dragged me into, I would have had my thumb or finger buried in her cunt the entire time I was working on her, played with her while I did her ink. Maybe alternate from her tight asshole to that velvet slit, getting her ready to take one of us in the ass if that’s what she wanted, while another took her from the front. The way she had her legs wrapped around my chair, I was sure she wanted to ride two cocks at the same time.
I just didn’t want to be either one of them.
Snake worked on her friend. Seems he’s still working on her, and from the empty shop, Bull and Gringo are too.
“The door’s locked, no more appointments today. Come on in, dude,” he smiles as he pushes the door all the way open.
Before I even get in the room, I hear them.
“Does she have a sweet little cunt?” comes Bull’s voice.
“I love to eat her, she tastes so good,” replies a female.
When I step in, Bull’s grabbing the blonde by the hair and yanking her head up from between her friends spread legs beneath her.
“Let me taste, you sweet little slut,” he says as he lowers his face to hers. “Stick out your tongue,” he whispers.
She pokes her tongue out and her face is wet from being buried in her friend’s pussy. Bull sucks her tongue hard, then pulls her head away.
“Oh, yeah, so fucking good,” he growls.
The girls are sixty-nine on the client table, one on the bottom, the other straddling her face on top. Bull, Gringo, and Snake all have their stiff cocks out, one hand full of their dicks, the other fingering the girl’s asses and holes.
“Suck Rock’s dick, baby,” Snake pulls the girls mouth from the wet pussy sitting on top of her face.
Snake knows me, and what I like. We’ve been sharing women for years. What we’ve got, it’s different.
“I’d love to, but he doesn’t want me, give me yours,” she whimpers.
My client.
I may not want her, but my dick sure as hell does.
“Sure he does, who doesn’t want that dirty little mouth of yours?” Snake puts the tip of his dick at her lips as he slips his finger inside her friend’s snatch.
Her friend’s hips begin thrusting back onto Snake’s hand as he starts to fuck her mouth.
Two girls eating each other out and sucking cock has got to be one of the sexiest fucking things.
The girl with Snake’s cock in her mouth looks at me, her eyes wide and inviting as she reaches a hand out to me.
My first reaction is to open my pants and join them.
But I don’t.
I cross my arms in front of my chest and lean a shoulder against the wall. “I’m really enjoying the show,” I smile. My hard-on is protesting my decision.
“You want a show, Rock?” Gringo asks.
He’s got two fingers in an asshole up to his knuckles and a wicked glimmer in his eyes.
“Yeah, I want a show, think they’re up for it?” What I’d really like is to leave so I don’t give in and cram one of them full of my dick.
My client pulls back from the mouthful of Snake’s shaft, a long, thick stream of saliva hanging between them. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
I push off the wall.
The sick fuck part of me is joining the party.
Leaning forward into her face I peer into her eyes. They’re rimmed black from her smeared mascara and her face is flush and wet, I say quietly, “Anything?”
A flash of something flickers in her eyes, then she nods slowly.
“Tell me how much you love pussy,” I whisper as my hand cradles the back of her head.
“It’s so good,” her voice is thick.
“Do you like getting fucked when you’re sucking on her clit?” I lift her head to her friends waiting slit.
“Yes,” she pokes her tongue out and takes a long swipe up her friend’s folds.
I grin at her.
“That’s not going to happen,” I turn her head away from the pussy in her face. “Snake is going to fuck her hungry little cunt while Gringo crams your mouth full with his cock.” She licks her lips, “That’s right, you greedy sweet little slut, and Bull there is going to shove his big fat cock inside you.” Her eyes glaze over and her mouth opens a little. “And while Bull is fucking you hard, your friend is going to suck on your clit,” her eyes widen, “but you won’t be able to make a sound because Gringo’s going to make you choke on him, he’s going to be buried so far down your throat, he’ll feel your heart beating.”
She breathes in deeply as her gaze shifts to the thick piece of meat waiting for her.
I hear the tearing of wrappers as the guys get their dicks covered and ready with condoms.
Her eyes settle on mine again. A slow smile spreads across her pink swollen lips. “Sounds perfect,” she says quietly.
I stand, still grinning down at her, and step away.
Gringo positions himself at her mouth. “Open that beautiful dirty mouth for me,” he says roughly. She opens her mouth and circles his tip with her tongue. “That’s right, taste it.” Her mouth closes on the head as she lets out a slow moan.
Snake is pulling the girl down from her perch on top of her friend.
“Keep your fucking face right where it is,” Bull growls as he grips her head and pushes it back into my client’s dripping mound. “You keep teasing that greedy little clit of hers while I fuck her. If you stop, no fucking orgasm for you.”
“That’s right, baby,” Snake laughs as he grips her hips, “your pussy is mine now.”
With Gringo’s cock nestled between her lips, the girl’s eyes grow wider…and wider…and wider.
Bull’s burying himself.
I laugh. “He’s a big motherfucker, isn’t he?’
Her head dips nominally in agreement as her eyes sparkle.
“You like that, don’t you?” I reach over and pinch her nipple.
She moans around the penis in her mouth.
Then, it’s on.
Sex.
Fucking.
Moans.
Growls.
Slapping.
Pussies.
Cocks.
Flesh.
Hair.
Nails.
Spit.
Sweat.
All of it.
The sounds and smells fill the small space of bodies slapping and voices moaning.
I slip my hand under the girl’s chin who hasn’t lifted her face from eating her friend. Her face is soaked from her spit and the girl’s juices.
“Don’t you dare suck on that clit, not until I tell you,” I command her.
Her eyes are practically rolled back in her head, she’s almost ready to explode.
If I know Snake, he’s been fucking with her, pinching her clit, working her tight little asshole, fucking her just enough to keep her right on the edge.
“Yes, oh God, yes,” she breathes o
ut.
I smile at her. “Do you want him to fuck your ass?”
Her eyes roll back with the question. “Please,” she moans.
I slide my fingers through the wet folds she was just licking then slowly glide them over her lips. She opens her mouth. I slip two fingers in. “You’re a little ass whore, aren’t you?” I ask as she sucks my fingers.
“Mmhmm,” she murmurs around my fingers.
“She’ll get it,” Snake slams into her, “when I’m ready to give it to her.”
I turn my attention to the slurping sounds of the girl sucking the hell out of Gringo. There’s a constant stream of spit dripping from her sideways turned mouth.
“You think she’s ready to take you all the way down?” I ask him.
He pulls out and turns her head so it’s bent back and upside down.
“What do you think?” he asks her huskily as he puts his balls at her open mouth. “Are you ready to take my cock all the way down your throat?” Her tongue swirls around his sacks, licking, sucking, teasing the wrinkled flesh.
“Mmmhhhmmm,” she murmurs, just like her friend.
With my free hand I tease her nipples, twisting, flicking, and pinching them.
“Get back to that pussy,” I remove my fingers from the girl’s mouth and guide her head back between the other girl’s legs.
“Open wide for me, baby, and relax your throat,” Gringo instructs the girl being spit roasted.
I’m always fascinated as I watch a cock slowly creep down a woman’s throat, the bulge growing and going lower as she takes it deeper and deeper.
“Fuuuuuck…,” Gringo grits out, his head dipped back and his body taut.
Now…
I lower my face to whisper into the woman’s ear who’s licking her friend’s cunt. I glance at Bull, he gives me a slight nod, then over to Snake, he does the same.
“Now, slut, suck that clit and make her scream.”
Bull lifts the girl’s knees and bends her legs as he plunges inside her as far as he can.
Snake pulls his cock out to push into her ass like she was begging for.
Both women’s bodies go rigid. The one girl screams into her friend’s pussy, and the face of the girl with the cock down her throat goes beet red. Gringo pulls out of her mouth, takes his dick in his hand, pumps it, and shoots his cum all over the girl’s tits. Snake slams into the girl’s ass, grips her hips tight against him, and growls. Bull gives a few quick thrusts before bringing himself home.
Mission accomplished.
I leave the room as they mutter a few ‘Holy shits’, and ‘Wows’.
I head back to the office to gather my things. I’m going home.
This, what just happened, is normal shit. Practically normal, there was one thing missing.
Me.
Usually I’m right there with them, balls deep in pussy, ass, or mouth.
I might be hard as hell right now, but that was not where I wanted to loose myself.
Summer.
The fucked up thing about being an artist is having a very vivid imagination.
Right now, instead of those two girls, Summer was sprawled out in all her glory on that table in my mind.
But instead of filthying her up, we were worshipping her.
All four of us.
That only makes my dick throb harder.
My blood run hotter.
My heart pound faster.
It fucking turns me on more than watching what just happened.
And I hate it.
SUMMER
CHAPTER 5
“Ouch!” I yelp, hitting my head for the third time on the top of the refrigerator.
I’m on my hands and knees wiping it out. The stupid thing went on the fritz last night and everything was hot when I opened this morning. Fortunately, I had back-ups of all the stock kept in this fridge in the storeroom. Now, this little hiccup is going to leave me short.
I hope I have enough to get me through the day. Wouldn’t that just be my luck, business has gotten steady and I run out of product. Absolutely my luck.
I was finally starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel, finally seeing the point I would start moving beyond just breaking even where I could actually begin making some money, and have enough to put aside for a rainy day.
Like today.
How’s the saying go? Oh yeah, the only thing more overrated than owning your own business is natural childbirth.
There isn’t much left in my tiny little reserve from the small fortune I took when I left, the little bit I didn’t need and managed to keep and hold aside from the opening expenses. Fixing this stupid refrigerator might just take it all if it’s not repairable and I have to replace it.
No, no, no, why now? Couldn’t you wait a couple of months before going into cardiac arrest?
The bell on the front door chimes signaling a customer has just walked in.
I hope it’s not Steve coming back. He stormed out of here when I turned him down again. He was a bigger ass this morning, more so than he usually is.
“I’ll be right with you,” I announce with my head still in the belly of the warm, smelly beast.
“Take your time, I’m thoroughly enjoying the view.”
It’s him!
WHACK!
“OW!” My hand flies to my head as I jerk it down from yet another impact with the blasted machine. This one sends jolts of pain throughout my body and makes my teeth clatter.
“Careful there, princess, you’re liable to give yourself a concussion.”
The insufferable man has the gall to sound amused at my pain.
“It’s the fourth time I’ve hit it. I must be too hard headed for it to put me out of my misery,” I groan and back out of the torture chamber as I rub my lumps.
Still hunched over on my hands and knees and feeling as if I’ve been regurgitated and left in a hot sloppy pile of puke, I know I’ve got to stink. I realize my shirt has slid up my back and is hanging to the floor wide open, the light blue lace covered girls are swinging in full view for God, Mr. TD&I, and everyone else to see.
“Oh!” I gasp and plop my butt down on my heels and wrap my arm around my waist, hugging my shirt to my body.
Please just let the floor open up and swallow me whole!
With my eyes squeezed shut, I pray that I’ll hear Mr. TD&I’s steps walk right back out the way they came.
Fat freaking chance! He’s probably loving this.
“Summer,” his voice is softer this time.
My eyes fly open and I glare at him.
“What?” I snap.
“Whoa,” he chuckles, “I was only going to ask if you’re okay.”
He’s trying not to laugh, the ass. Got an eyeful, saw me make a fool out of myself, and it’s completely obvious he’s loving every minute of it. Hell, he was sitting there leaned over the counter watching me like I was a stupid TV show.
“Enjoying yourself?” I huff as I get to my feet and give my shirt a hard yank down just for impact.
“Actually,” he grins, “I was. That was best thing I’ve seen in a really long time. Blue really suits you.” He’s got a full-blown smile on his gorgeously smug face, chiseled with the perfect neatly trimmed scruff. I want to pull the whiskers on his mustache and goatee, just to make him feel a little pain like me. “I’m visualizing the whole ensemble,” he continues, “the peek at the thong was just enough,” his gaze roams casually over my frame, he’s leaning on the counter with his elbow planted on it and his chin on his palm. Wearing a cocky grin.
Shoot me, somebody please just shoot me!
“I’m sooooooo happy I can be your morning entertainment.”
His grin morphs to a smirk. “The thought of you entertains me very often, Summer.” His voice is deep and husky, and his eyes are stripping me bare to my soul.
WHOA! He thinks about me…like that…often?!
How does he do that? Take me from pissed-off to scorching hot in 0.05 seconds flat!
Swiping the back of my hand across my forehead to push the stray hair that fell from my bun out of my face, I answer, “This thing wasn’t working when I opened this morning. I was just cleaning up the mess.”
“Do you have enough product to get you through the day?” he asks as he pulls out his phone.
How does he even know that? Why would a guy like that, a tough no-compassion having guy, even consider something like that?
He’s a business owner too, dummy.
…oh yeah…
“I think so,” I huff out a heavy breath, I hope so, annoyed from being cramped inside the refrigerator for so long after scrambling like a chicken with its head cut off to rearrange the stock from the back.
He’s scrolling through his phone.
“Have you called anyone to come and look at it yet?” he asks not even looking at me.
“Not yet. I was going to give it a little while to see if it just overheated, then plug it back in.” I don’t want to admit I’m almost flat-broke and hate to part with the last little bit of cash I have on a service call I know I have to make, praying that some divine intervention might rain down on me before I give in.
“Okay.”
That’s it, that’s all he says.
Okay what?
Mr. TD&I taps his screen and puts the phone to his ear.
I shift my attention to the dirty paper towels and cleaning supplies at my feet, resisting the urge to give them a swift kick. After a second, someone must have picked up his call because he starts to talk.
“Hi Joe, it’s Rock.”
Rock? His name is Rock? Who would call themselves that? Does that mean he gets as hard as a rock?
Stop it Summer!
He glances at me and smiles. It’s not patronizing, or full of sinful innuendos. It’s friendly and relaxed. Normal. Beautiful and gloriously normal…and really, extremely nice!
I literally almost flippin’ swoon.
Ugh!
“Listen Joe, I’m calling in a favor. The girl who owns the shop next door to mine, one of her refrigerators went out last night.” Oh, my God! His call is about me?! There’s a pause in the conversation as he listens to whomever this Joe is he’s talking to. “Yeah, the new coffee shop. Her name is Summer.” He glances at me again, flashing me another of those incredible smiles.
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