by Jenesi Ash
“Whatever you want, Nigel,” Madison says with syrupy sweetness.
“Shall we?” Nigel gestures toward the bedroom.
I force myself to take a step, but I’m a bundle of nerves. I could probably cop out of this if I want. But I’m not going to for two reasons. First, I want that shopping spree at the jewelry store and second, if Nigel is ever in the market for another mistress, I want to be on the shortlist. This will be the best time to try him out.
I grip my evening purse tightly as I follow Madison to the bedroom. I’m trying to appear nonchalant, but I think I’m failing. Maybe I should let them know I’ve never been in a threesome. No, Madison might use that information for her gain. I need to appear strong, sexy and knowledgeable.
Stepping into the bedroom, I’m somewhat relieved to see that it looks normal. Gorgeous and big, but normal. I set my purse down on the chair near the door and just about jump out of my skin when I feel Nigel’s hands on my shoulders.
“Ladies, let’s start with you undressing me.”
I can handle that. I know all there is to know about undressing a man. I reach for his tie just as Madison does the same.
She pushes my hands away. “I got it.”
I don’t want to give up any territory. I feel I need to let this woman know not to push me around. But this bedroom is her domain and I think it would be wise if I acknowledge that. For now.
I reluctantly let go of the tie and step behind Nigel. I help him take his jacket off, making sure that I press my breasts against his spine. My job tonight is wowing Nigel, not putting Madison in her place. I have to remember that.
Tossing his jacket onto the chair, I reach around him to unbutton his shirt. He’s bigger than the men I’m used to and it’s hard to reach around him. I get his shirt off in record time and slide my hands on his hair chest. His skin is hot and already damp with sweat.
“Mmm, I like having my chest rubbed,” Nigel said in a low voice as he places his hands over mine.
I sensed rather than saw Madison stop. She then tugged at his belt with probably more force than necessary. Didn’t she realize that he was purposely riling her up? He was making this a competition. A competition I’m going to win, but she’ll figure that out soon enough.
Nigel hisses out a breath as Madison yanks off his pants and underwear. She is crouched at his feet when Nigel orders her to rub his cock.
“I can do it,” I whisper in his ear as I caress his shoulders and neck.
“I got it,” Madison said in a snippy tone. She wrapped her hands around his cock. She must be rough with Nigel because I can feel him jerk at his touch.
As Madison strokes his cock, I tease him with my mouth and hands. I kiss and massage him until his breath becomes short and choppy. He knees suddenly buckles, but he catches himself before he falls. Obviously he isn’t used to someone as sensual as me.
“I’m going to sit down.” he tells us and slowly makes his way to the bed. When he perches onto the corner of the mattress, he gives more orders. “Amaris, undress Madison.”
Madison takes a step away from me. “I can do it myself.”
“No,” Nigel says, rubbing his chest with his knuckles. “I want to watch you undress each other.”
I’m willing to have sex with Nigel, and I willing to try out the ménage à trois, but I don’t trust Madison near me. It’s time to take the offensive. I grab for Madison and whirl her around, pressing her back against my chest. As she yelps with indignation, I push down the shoulder straps and shove the nightgown down to her waist.
Nigel smiles with satisfaction. “Very good, Amaris. Now grab her tits.”
I’m pleasing Nigel. That’s all that matters. Cupping Madison’s large breasts, my hands brush against her tight nipples. I chuckle, knowing she’s aroused by my touch.
“Shut up,” she mutters under her breath. She tries to get back by kicking me in the shin. I retaliate by pinching her nipple.
A shudder ripples through her. I can’t see her face, but by the look of Nigel’s expression, he knows his mistress is aroused.
“Keep undressing her, Amaris.”
I slide my hands down her waist, noting that she’s a little heavier than me. That makes me feel better. Clenching the material pooled at her waist, I drag it down her hips and watch it fall to her feet.
Madison is naked and I make a show of sliding my hands along her hips and stomach. Her skin is soft, fragrant and warming to my touch. Nigel is really getting excited watching me run my hands all over his mistress. I decide to take it one step further. Dipping my head, I press my open mouth against Madison’s neck.
Madison inhales sharply and leans back against me. I think it’s just a matter of time before I make this woman surrender to me.
But Nigel isn’t going to give me a chance. “Madison, undress Amaris.”
Madison whirls around and I see the hard look in her eyes. It’s payback time. It’s difficult to keep my arms to the side and appear unconcerned, but I manage. I know Madison is going to play it rough and I need to predict her next move.
The woman reaches for neckline of my dress and pulls down. My eyes widen as I hear the fabric ripping. I look at my torn dress. It’s ruined.
“Oops,” Madison said, not caring one way or the other.
My hands bunch into fists at the sides. “Hey, this was couture. One of a kind.”
“I’ll get you another,” Nigel promised soothingly. “Madison, watch what you’re doing.”
I want to laugh at Madison getting reprimanded, but I keep quiet and remain still. She should be smart enough not to try something like that again. But if she ruins my designer lingerie, I’m going to strangle her with my bra.
My dress slides down my legs and I kick it to the side. I also shuck off my high heels. Not because I want to make Madison’s life easier, but rather I don’t want her near sharp objects.
Instead of going behind me, Madison stands in front and unclasped my bra and peels it off of me. I can’t help but compare my breasts with hers. I’m a lot smaller in that area, but I try to console myself with the fact that mine are natural.
Madison slides her hands in my panties, flatting her palms against my ass. I try not to react, or at least pretend that it’s an everyday occurrence for a woman to fondle me. I don’t know if I achieved the image, but fortunately Madison is concentrating more on pushing my panties past my hips and wiggling them off me.
Madison glides her hands up my legs and cups my bare bottom. Is she that fascinated by my ass or is she trying to rattle me? She’s standing so close that our naked breasts touch, her pouty nipples grazing against mine.
Damn, if that didn’t make me wet. I’m not attracted to women, but this is different. I know I’m doing something naughty, something forbidden, and that makes me hot.
“Kiss her.”
I gave him a quick look, wondering who he’s talking to. Was he going to act as director for the rest of the night or would get into the action? He’s seems excited by what he sees before him. His skin is pale and he’s still breathing heavily. He’s stroking his cock, but he’s not participating fully yet.
Madison pushes me closer to her and kisses me hard enough that I feel her lipstick smear against my mouth. She’s aggressive, but I’m not going to let her get the best of me. I reach around her head and grab a fistful of her long blond hair. I yank hard and she grunts, breaking the kiss.
We’re eye to eye and she’s glaring at me. I dart out my tongue and slowly outline her lips. She tries to move her head, but I have a firm grip.
Madison doesn’t surrender easily, but I kind of expected that. Her fingers are biting into the skin of my hips and she grinds her mound against mine. The friction and force feels good. I rock against her, our breasts bumping against the other, as I deepen the kiss.
“Now it’s my turn,” Nigel announces.
I immediately pull away but Madison is kind of slow on the uptake. Is she getting into this more than I expected? I hope so. I want
to have power over her.
Turning toward Nigel, I sashay toward him. He licks his lips as he watches me approach. I notice his cock is erect, which is just what I need right now. I can’t wait to sink onto it.
Madison knocks my shoulder with hers and suddenly she’s at the bed, kneeling before Nigel. What the hell? Did she run for him? That is so lame.
As Madison grabs Nigel’s cock with both hands and, leaving me with nothing, I crawl onto the bed and sit behind Nigel. I’m not going to wait for permission or for him to dictate my next move. Curling my legs against his, I tuck my body against his. I know he can feel my wet pussy and hard nipples.
Nigel leans into me. He freezes and hisses between his teeth. I see him holding his jaw as if he has a toothache. He tilts his head back against me and I gently rub his chest and stomach. My touch seems to do something for him. Soon he drops his hand from his face and roots for my mouth. I give him wet, sloppy kisses that make him moan.
“Suck my cock,” he whispers against my mouth. “Madison is already doing that.” I look down and see the other woman’s blond head bobbing up and down at a demonic speed.
“I want you both to suck my cock.”
I know that rich guys think they’re all that, but his cock wasn’t big enough for the both of us. I refrain from saying that and scoot out from behind him.
Madison had already stopped sucking when she heard Nigel’s request. I can tell that she’s furious. She’s going to be even angrier when she realizes that I’m so good at blow jobs that men would sacrifice everything for one.
Nigel lies down on the bed and I crawl closer to his cock. I’m on the left side and Madison is on the right. She has a firm grasp on the base of his cock and she isn’t letting go.
I am not fighting over a cock. I could get one anywhere, probably bigger and thicker than the one twitching in front me. Rather than have a power struggle with Madison, I lean down and start licking Nigel’s balls.
I flick my tongue and start to nibble. My head is right against Madison, her hand next to my face as she slurps on his cock like a popsicle.
I give a gentle squeeze to his balls and Nigel bucks his hips. “Ah…yes, Amaris,” he says in a relaxed whisper. “Just like that.”
Madison lifts her head to glare at me, and that gives me just enough opportunity to wrap my lips around his cock. Madison gives a growl of displeasure but she doesn’t push me away. Instead she licks the length of his cock as I take him deep into my mouth.
“Oh, God.” Nigel grips the bed sheets with his fist. “I’m going to come.”
I frown at his announcement. Already? I really am that good. Either that, or Madison doesn’t know how to give head.
“I need both of you to stop.”
I slowly release him and rise into a kneeling position. I watch his chest rise and fall as he takes in shallow breaths.
“Just give me a moment,” he says with his eyes closed.
“Are you okay, Nigel?” Madison asked. The concern in her voice alerts me that Nigel doesn’t usually act this way.
“Yeah, I just want to make this last as long as I can. Let me just…” he stops and takes a deep, shuddering breath.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” I ask.
He opens one eye and gives me a sly smile. “Yeah, I want to watch you eat Madison’s pussy.”
Okay, I wasn’t expecting that answer. I go still as his words ricochet in my head. Is he joking?
“Lie down next to me, Madison.”
Madison is positively gloating as she snuggles next to Nigel. I can’t believe he wants me to go down on his woman. This is the thanks I get for being good at oral sex?
As I watch Madison defiantly splay her thighs for me, I realize something. If I had a choice, I would rather be giving than receiving. This way I’m in charge.
I crawl between Madison’s legs, but I don’t touch her pussy yet. I’m kind of hoping Nigel recovers fully before I get there.
I reach for her breasts and roughly massage them. Madison closes her eyes and mewls, twisting under my hands as Nigel encourages for me to do more.
“Suck her nipples. Suck them hard,” he orders me.
My heart is beating hard in my chest as I bend down and twirl my tongue against one of her nipples. It puckers under my touch. I close my lips around it and suck the tip of her breast deep in my mouth.
Madison’s breath hitches in her throat as she arches her spine. She grabs the edge of her pillow and bites her lower lip. My nipples are tingling and I’m tempted to pinch them while I lick Madison’s.
I’m sure she expects me to suck her other breast, but she doesn’t deserve that much pleasure. I straighten and slide and rub my hands up and down her chest, sometimes tweaking her nipples or tickling her ribs.
Nigel is growing just as impatient with the teasing touches. “Finger fuck her,” he says as lays on his side, watching me pet his mistress. He’s stroking his cock and I’m hoping he’s going to be ready for the main event soon.
Cupping her pussy, I can feel Madison’s wet heat. I spear my fingers through the wiry hair and slide one finger along her wet slit. Madison gasps and her body is tense as I pump my finger into her pussy. Her flesh grips me and greedily sucks me in. Nigel leans over and starts sucking Madison’s nipples as I pump harder.
“Another finger.”
I do as Nigel says. I figure he knows better than anyone what will get Madison off. With my other hand I press down on her swollen clitoris.
Madison groans. It’s deep and guttural and it seems to vibrate through her body. I capture her clit between my finger and thumb and give it a good squeeze. Madison’s hips launch off the bed.
I hate to admit it, but I’m really getting turned on. I’ve never thought about having sex with a woman, and this is probably the only time I will. But it makes me feel incredibly sexy knowing that this woman who probably has more experience and gets paid more for her services, who can’t stand the sight of me, is begging for more.
“Eat her pussy,” Nigel tells me.
Now this part I’m not too sure about. I won’t say it makes me uncomfortable. I’m curious, but this is something I’ve never done before. What if I don’t like it? I probably won’t, but that might be because I don’t like Madison.
“Amaris.”
I hear that warning tone. I look at Madison, her face flushed and that look of triumph in her eyes. It’s as if she thinks she’s better at this—at fulfilling a man’s fantasies—than I can. And that’s why she plays with the big boys and gets the big bucks.
I want to be there, too. I want someone as rich as powerful as Nigel taking care of me. And if this is what it takes, so be it. I slide down, hook Madison’s legs over my shoulders and plunge into her pussy.
Her scent surrounds me as I attack. I don’t do timid little darts of the tongue. I shove it into her pussy. I don’t know if I’m doing it right, but I don’t care. My goal is to drive Madison—and ultimately Nigel—wild.
“Damn, Madison,” Nigel says with a hint of awe. “Look at her go.”
That spurs me on. I lick and slurp, stab and thrust, my face grinding into her. Madison grabs my hair with both hands and pushes me closer. She humps my face, her hips moving at lightning speed.
I feel wicked. It fizzes through my blood, encouraging me to go harder and faster. I feel the dark, dangerous greed pressing against my skin, threatening to break free as Madison starts to convulse around my tongue.
Her cries echoes in the room and mingled with Nigel’s raspy chuckle. I lift my head and wipe the moisture from my mouth as I watch Madison ride out her climax.
My pussy is throbbing for attention, too. I want to come as hard and wild as Madison. I hope I find some satisfaction or I am going to be in for a long, long night.
“I’m ready now,” Nigel says urgently as he lies on his back. “Amaris, ride my cock while Madison recovers.”
Oh, thank God I’m getting some cock tonight. I notice my arms and legs are tremb
ling, my heart racing, as I slowly straddle Nigel’s cock. I know I have to make this into a performance. The guy did win my in a high-stakes game, after all.
As I sink onto Nigel’s cock, I slowly rock my hips and tilt my head back, moaning as he fills me. He is so thick he’s stretching me.
Nigel doesn’t seem to be worried as I shimmy my hips, trying to accommodate his size. He folds his arms behind his head and I know I’m going to be doing all the work here. Fine by me.
Knowing that Madison is watching me, I slide my hands over my breasts and play with them. His cock feels so good inside me and I slowly roll my hips. I’m wet and swollen and if he would just thrust inside me, I’d come.
“Madison, get behind Amaris and play with her tits.”
Madison reluctantly rolls out of bed and kneels behind me. I don’t like having my back to her. I still don’t trust her and I want to know where her hands are at all times. I watch her fingers come from around me. She squeezes my breasts hard and I gasp in pain. She pinches my nipples to the point where they sting.
But she doesn’t stop there. Madison roams her hands all over my body for Nigel’s entertainment. She pinches and digs into me. She splays her hands over my mound and slides her longest finger against my swollen clit.
Madison is rough with my clitoris, rubbing it with such speed that I’m shivering. If she’s trying to hurt me, she’s going about it all wrong. The pleasure swirls in my pelvis, building and building. I think I’m going to come.
“Stop!” Nigel says.
His words are like a harsh slap. I try to stop, but I have to get one more roll of the hips. Only it doesn’t send me over the edge. I squeeze my eyes shut as a tremor sweeps through my muscles. He’s not going to let me come. I should have known he was up to something.
“Madison,” he says, his voice gravelly, “ride my cock.”
I don’t believe this. Why does he want her while I’m already here? Will I be forced at the sidelines and watch Madison have all the fun? It’s not fair.
“Don’t worry, Amaris,” he says with a hoarse chuckle. “You get to ride my mouth.”
