Slowly, Stacey pulled her hand back, and watched as Megan continued to move her fingers up and down, up and down – it was the first time she had ever touched a cock in person, and she couldn’t get over how every single one of her movements seemed to register in Dravid’s body. When she tightened her grip, it seemed like he tightened right along with her – when she went slow, he would thrust back into her hand a little. She was clumsy compared to Stacey, but it seemed like the eagerness of her touch was enough to send him a little wild with desire, and she adored the fact that she could have this level of control over another person.
"Now, take him into your mouth," Stacey ordered, and it took Megan a moment to realize what she was talking about. Her eyes centered on the oozing drip of liquid that had emanated from his head as she had touched him, but she had no idea what to do with it now that it was there. Was she meant to lick it off? She didn’t want to do something to kill the mood, but she had no idea if this was the right course of enquiry or if she was about to make a total fool of herself.
"Here, like this," Stacey murmured, and this time, she leaned forward to show Megan what she should do – she parted her lips and swirled her tongue over his head, and then let her mouth glide down his full length to take every inch of him in at once. He groaned lustily, and Megan watched as Stacey’s lips grazed the top of her fist. How could she make all of that vanish inside her at once? She slowly pulled back, and then flicked her tongue over her lips and raised her eyebrows at Megan.
"Your turn," she told her, and Megan took a deep breath. She could do this. She could do this. She just needed to think about what Stacey had done, and she could do this...
Leaning forward, she closed her eyes and took just his tip into her mouth. He tasted salty and a little sweet all at once, a little of the lipstick that Stacey had left behind on him. She had no idea how Stacey had managed to take so much of him into her mouth at once, but she did her best to force him deeper into her mouth – he must have been a good eight inches long, though, and at a certain point, he just hit the back of her throat and she coughed and spluttered uselessly, forcing herself to pull back and catch her breath.
"That’s okay, baby, it takes practice," Stacey told her, and she kissed his tip again as though making up for Megan’s failure. "Make sure to use lots of spit and saliva. I know that Dravid likes it good and wet."
"And no teeth," Dravid warned Megan firmly. Megan looked up at him and chewed her lip. She just wanted to do a good job. She knew that she was lucky to have a teacher such as Stacey to hand, and she promised herself that she wasn’t going to let either of them down.
"Yes, come on, come back, try again," Stacey encouraged her, and she coaxed Megan back towards his cock. This time, Stacey kept her hand on him and used it to feed a few inches into Megan’s willing mouth. Dravid groaned, and Megan did her best to keep her lips covering her teeth, taking her time, not going too fast. She didn’t want to make a fool of herself by gagging on him again. She had seen Stacey take him all the way in before, and she wanted to do the same thing, to prove to him that she could give him everything that he was craving and more.
"Good girl," Dravid murmured, and she looked up at him – and suddenly, the pure submission of her position all at once. She was on her knees in front of a man who had paid her to be here, and she knew that he could have done anything at all that he wanted to her and that she wouldn’t have been able to stop him. She just had to trust him, utterly and completely, the same way he had to trust her with his cock in her mouth. He slowly pushed his hips forward, and for a split second, Megan thought she could take it – but then she spluttered again, and had to pull back, her eyes watering as she coughed.
"Hmm," Stacey sighed, clearly not very impressed with her performance. "Here, you kiss his balls, okay? And watch what I do. You’ll get the hang of it."
It took Megan a moment to figure out what Stacey was asking her to do, but then Dravid cupped his hand to the back of her head and guided it down, down between his legs, down so that her mouth was tracing the wrinkly skin of his balls. She kept her eyes open as she kissed and licked at him, watching Stacey as she went to work on his length. She sucked him like she had been starving for him all night long, like there was nothing in the world she would rather have been doing that getting him off. It didn’t take long until she was drooling helplessly, the saliva running all over his cock and her chin and even a little on Megan’s face. The taste of it was familiar, after all the time she spent making out with Stacey, and she could already feel the needy heat taking control of her once more.
Soon, Dravid was thrusting deep in Stacey’s mouth, and his balls were swinging back and forth over Megan’s face – she opened her mouth and let them skim over her, glad that she could do something to give him pleasure even though she had proved so poorly at giving him a blowjob.
"I need to fuck you right now," He growled, and for a moment, Megan thought that he was talking to her – she was shocked by the sound of those words coming out of his mouth, but she would have done for him, would have done it in a second if that’s what he had wanted. But then, she realized that he was talking to Stacey, and she pulled back from him as he tugged both women to their feet and pulled them to the bedroom.
"Strip," he ordered Stacey, and Megan sank back into the chair at his desk, the one that he had been sitting at all day when they had been playing with each other in the bathroom. She couldn’t take her eyes off Stacey. She moved with such confidence as she pulled all her clothes off, as though she knew that she was the hottest thing in this room and didn’t give a damn who knew it. Dravid kissed her, hard, his erection pressed up against her bare thigh, and then tossed her down roughly on to the bed.
Megan, remembering Stacey’s lessons to her earlier in the day, tentatively moved her hand between her legs as she watched Dravid roll a condom on to his cock. He glanced over at her, and for a moment she was sure he was going to tell her off for greedily rubbing her sex while she was watching them. But instead, a grin spread over his face.
"Yeah, that’s right," he growled. "Get yourself off while you watch us, Megan. Fuck, I can see how wet you are from here..."
And then, as though determined to keep all the attention on her and her alone, Stacey climbed on top of him, planted her hands on his chest, and lowered herself down on his cock. She shot a look over at Megan, and Megan knew at once what she was trying to convey – watch and learn, amateur. And Megan intended to do just that.
Stacey took her time lowering herself down on to his cock. From the angle that Megan was sitting at, adjacent to them, she could see the whole thing vanish inside her pussy, slowly, slowly, pushing inside of her until it was buried up to the hilt in her glistening cunt. Megan moaned helplessly – would her pussy take him with the same ease? She prayed it would. She could already imagine, after the way that glass dildo had felt inside of her, how good it would be to have a real-life dick plunging into her pussy. Especially when that dick belonged to none other than Dravid.
"Mmm, yes," Stacey gasped, and she used the leverage of her hands on his chest to begin to work herself slowly up and down his length – his hands were on her hips, but he seemed happy to let her take control and set the pace. Stacey grinned down at him, and then tipped her head back and let out a loud moan of pleasure. Dravid seemed to like that, Megan noted, judging by the way that his jaw tightened and he thrust up into her all of a sudden. For a split second, Megan and Dravid locked eyes, and for that moment, she could imagine that it was her pussy he was pushing so roughly up and into. She wished it was. She bit her lip to keep in her cry of pleasure and moved her fingers against her raw, swollen pussy a little harder.
And Stacey went ahead and gave her a masterclass on exactly how to fuck a man until he was nothing more than putty in her hands. Megan took in every detail of the way she moved – she slithered her hips back and forth on top of him, as though she was feeling him from every angle that she could, she let him bounce her up and down on top of his l
ength, she arched her back and fucked him hard, rocking herself back and forth frantically on him. The room was filled with the sound of their skin slapping together, as Stacey allowed him to fuck her, allowed him to fill her the way that Megan had been craving all night. She hadn’t been able to put it into specific words until that moment, but now, now she could tell for real. This was what her body needed.
Stacey arched her back and rode him hard, and moved her fingers between her legs to play with herself just as Megan was doing on the chair next to them. Her arms on either sides of her breasts, she squeezed them together just-so, making sure that they were on show for Dravid any way he wanted them. Megan found herself mirroring those movements, even though her breasts were smaller than Stacey’s, pushing them together even under the fabric of her dress. She could feel that release that she had felt before getting close once more, and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to hold it back much longer.
"Cum inside me, baby," Stacey groaned, as she slid her whole body up and down on top of Dravid’s, her breasts dangling right above his face. He grasped her hips and pushed up into her, making her cry out in pleasure once again, and that seemed to be it – all that he needed to go over the edge. Megan watched as he thrust one last time and then held himself still inside of her, keeping her steady on top of him. He groaned deeply, and a moment later, Stacey reached her own release, her little mewls of helpless pleasure filling the room.
And it was then that Megan felt her own orgasm rush through her. It was as though seeing them come had been all the permission she was waiting for to get there herself, and with a cry, she felt it consume her, her moans of pleasure meeting theirs to fill the room until it was nothing but a rush of their mutual relief.
Megan’s legs slipped from the chair and on to the ground below her, and, for a moment, she was surprised to find that it was actually still there beneath her – she had half-expected it to have vanished completely, the three of them spinning through space together, nothing to hold them back or get in their way.
Stacey slipped from on top of Dravid and down to the bed beside him, tipping her head back and letting out a long sigh of pleasure. Dravid disposed of the condom, and Megan tugged down her dress and straightened herself up on the chair. Now that she had reached her release, she could hardly believe that she had allowed herself to be so consumed by her want for these two people. Would they think less of her now? She had no idea. She bit her lip and glanced between them.
"Megan, come here," Stacey murmured exhaustedly, as though she could sense Megan’s nerves, and she reached her arms out towards the other woman and coaxed her towards the bed. Megan got to her feet – her legs were wobbly, but they could support her weight – and slowly made her way over towards them. She perched on the edge of the bed for a moment, aware that Dravid was watching her with something that seemed close to amusement, and then felt his hand slide over her thigh.
"You can rest now," he told her, and she found herself yawning at once, as though she was obeying what he wanted her to do. She reclined on the bed between them, and Stacey’s arm snaked around her shoulders, and she turned to kiss the other woman once more – and all at once, she was lost between them again. And she couldn’t get enough.
The night dimmed to blackness outside the windows as they touched and held one another. Megan was surprised to find how easily intimacy came to her when she was with the two of them. It seemed easy, obvious – their legs tangled, their hands hungry, their mouths swapping between one another like this was how they had spent every evening since Megan had arrived in their lives.
Megan had no idea what time it was as her eyes started to grow heavy – outside the window, the first rays of the morning sun had started to leak across the world, but she didn’t care. All that she cared about was that she was here, with these people, that they were happy to hold her and touch her and kiss her like she belonged there. Stacey on one side of her, her hand resting on Megan’s stomach, and Dravid on the other, his chin on her shoulder. They had started to doze, and soon enough, she found herself following them.
Her eyes grew heavy, and she felt sleep come for her. And, at last, she let it. She had learned so much over the course of this day, but she knew she had yet so much to learn. And she couldn’t wait to see where her studies took her next. Because she got the feeling that they were only just beginning.
Chapter 13
Your first time
Women. Women, women, women. Images of women were whirling around Dravid’s head, and he could hardly make sense of them. Women naked, in dresses, touching each other, touching him, on top of him, underneath him – more women than he knew what to do with.
As he slowly came back to the real world, the images remained, and it was then that he realized – they were more than images. They were memories. Everything that had happened with the two women the night before had been real, and he had really, truly gotten to live out a fantasy most men would only hold in their heads for their whole lives through.
Letting out a long, satisfied sigh, he turned to the side to see the women next to him. But to his surprise, only Stacey was there, her body tossed at strange angles over the covers and her head twisted to the side as she continued to sleep. Dravid propped himself up on his elbows and looked around, wondering where the hell Megan had gotten to.
Not seeing her in the bedroom nor hearing her in the bathroom, he decided to go looking for her. Planting his feet on the ground, he grabbed a pair of pants from his closet and tossed them on to cover up his semi-hard morning erection. He had no idea how Megan would be feeling after what had happened the night before, and he didn’t want her to think that he assumed that she would be up for anything in particular. She still worked for him, after all, and he could remember how vulnerable she was – he wasn’t going to be the one to exploit that.
As he made his way through the condo, he realized that the whole place was totally spic and span – the shoes and jackets they had divested themselves of when they had come through the door were neatly put away, the balcony doors were thrown open to let in the swirl of fresh air, and the whole place had that sweetly bitter scent of fresh-brewed coffee written all over it. He couldn’t help but smile. So, she was still taking care of at least a few of her tasks, then?
He could hear her humming to herself in the kitchen, as he rounded the corner to greet her – and there she was, in her usual uniform, a big smile on her face as she washed up a few dishes that had been left over the night before. She was stepping her feet from side to side as she cleaned, as though she was dancing to the beat of some song in her head that only she could hear.
"Good morning," He greeted her, and she spun around on the spot. Her eyes seemed to light up as soon as they connected with his; a huge smile broke across her face, and she smoothed down the skirt of the uniform nervously.
"Good morning, sir," she murmured, and he could see this deliciously cute little flush to her cheeks. God, did she have any idea how attractive she was to him at that moment? When he had been inside Stacey, as tight and as tempting as her pussy was, he couldn’t stop thinking about how good it would have felt to be taking Megan for the very first time, too. He was quite sure that, given her inexperience, she had never had any man inside her before, and something about the thought of being the very first turned him on in ways he hadn’t imagined were possible until then.
What struck him, though, more than anything, as this vision of a woman stood there in front of him, was how much she had changed. It wasn’t just a physical shift though, of course, that was a part of it. It was as though someone had flicked a switch inside of her, and a version of her that she would never have allowed out to play before was finally here at last. She seemed to bubble with energy, as though she could hardly keep it in, her eyes shining and bright and excited to see him once more. It was hard to remember that she really was that same woman who he had rescued from the streets a few months before, who had glared at him, dirty and covered in gunk, as she scrambled
to eat all the food that she could fit into her stomach.
And it was that which pushed him over the edge at last. He couldn’t hold back a moment longer. He knew that he should have paused for a moment, taken a second to talk about the implications of what they had done and what they were about to do, but he could see from the look in her eyes that she didn’t care to debate the morals and ethics of it. And so, he reached out, and drew her close to him, burying his nose in her neck and inhaling as deeply as he could.
"Mmm," she groaned softly, as she wound her arms around his neck. She smelled clean, like she was fresh out of the shower – of coconut, something else fruity and tropical. He could have sunk his teeth into her right there and then and eaten her all up for himself, but he had other ideas.
"Sir..." She gasped, and he turned to kiss her on the lips – the first time the two of them had kissed alone, without Stacey next to them, guiding proceedings.
"You don’t have to call me sir anymore," he reminded her gently, as he traced his lips up her neck. "Just Dravid now."
"Dravid," she repeated after him, as though she was testing out the way that the words sounded on her lips. He smiled, and kissed her again, this time his fingers moving to the buttons of her uniform so that he could begin to undress her at once. He didn’t want to wait. That body, the body that waited for him under there, he had held back long enough. And Stacey had had her fill. It was only fair that he got his now, wasn’t it?
She ran her fingers lightly over his arms and his chest, as though marveling at the strength of his muscles beneath his skin – it turned Dravid on no end to think that she wasn’t doing this for show, or because she thought she should, she was doing it because the sight of him half-naked in front of her turned her on enough to make it irresistible. As Stacey had done the day before, she moved her hand down, down, to the front of his pants, where his morning wood had swollen in damn near a morning forest.
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