“You promised,” Drew said, in a shouted whisper.
“Sorry,” she whispered, with a squeal.
Drew slowly slid his shaft in and out of her asshole as Brooke’s moans moved from intense pain to pleasure, then back again. Her asshole was tighter then, but there was still enough pleasure to pound at her temples, hard enough to make her break her promise. She screamed Drew’s name and he pounded faster, alternating tits with one hand, and stroking her clit with the other. When Drew exploded, so did she – the biggest, most explosive orgasm of her life.
And just like that, Brooke was hooked. As long as a guy knew how to move it, they could fuck her fudge factory any day ending in Y.
Seth entered the kitchen, a wide smile swallowing every inch of his face. “Well, hello there,” he said to Brooke. Then he turned to his wife. “Glad you’re finally letting me come out to play.”
“I needed to get to know the girl first,” Mrs. Camden said. “Makes me feel better about it.”
“Hey,” Seth said, “I’m still in shock. You can take her out for a round of miniature golf and a weekend at the spa if that makes you feel better!”
Brooke had never seen a happier client. He was beaming as he looked over every inch of her over, up then down, then back around. She was wearing a white top and a short, pink tennis skirt. She lowered her matching pink and white panties to the floor, stepped from the lacy puddle and lifted her skirt above her waist, then bent in a 90 degree angle over the kitchen counter. Brooke was already soaking wet from the memory of Drew, and she could feel her asshole crinkling in anticipation.
“Happy birthday!” Brooke said. “Would you like to come and inspect your present? You can use your hands, or anything else you need to.” She giggled.
Seth kissed Mrs. Camden on the cheek then went to Brooke’s side of the kitchen. He was wearing a pair of charcoal-colored workout pants and his cock was pushing hard against the polyester. He circled around her, running his fingers along Brooke’s body, up and down her legs and then along the length of her arms.
“It’s okay,” Brooke said. “You can look where you really want to. It’s your birthday, and I’m your present, after all.”
Brooke couldn't see his face, but figured he probably still looked like he won the lottery. He dropped to his knees behind her and spread her cheeks. “Would you like to lick my asshole?” Brooke asked, her voice an invitation.
He did. The next thing Brooke felt was the smooth sop of his tongue sending shivers through her body. “Would you like to put your finger inside it now?”
He did. Brooke shuddered.
It was time for business.“Is there someplace we can go?” she asked.
Mrs. Camden said, “Any room in the house is fine with me, but Seth cums fast, so I would suck him off real quick if I were you. Otherwise he’s gonna shoot as soon as he lands in your ass. Come to think of it, I really should’ve taken care of the first one before you got here. Much more efficient.”
Brooke shook her head. “No, I like it this way.” She smiled. Mrs. Camden left, and Brooke dropped to her knees. Mrs. Camden was right – the poor birthday boy was throbbing so hard, Brooke couldn't imagine him lasting more than a few minutes.
She took Seth’s thick cock by the base and started licking him around his rim, lapping the sides like there were drips falling from an ice-cream cone. Then she moved to the top and lowered her mouth to the hilt where she paused. Seth thrusted and the tip of his cock hit the back of Brooke’s throat. Her lips slid back and forth along the shaft, thinking of nothing but the taste of his dick and the dessert about to fill her mouth.
She looked up at Seth, who was looking down at her with an expression Brooke would swear was love, if she didn’t know better, or hadn’t met him just a few minutes before. She was burning hot and wanted to rub her clit while milking his member, wanted him to tell her she was a good slut. But there would be time for that later. Her mouth was already filling with pre-cum and Seth was just seconds from blastoff.
He put his hands on each side of her face and started to fuck it hard. She felt his throb. Then 5...4...3...2...1..., her mouth was flooded with his thick, hot man milk. She swallowed every drop, then stood. “Feel better, Birthday Boy?” she said.
“Fucking amazing!”
He may have shot his wad in no time at all, but Brooke took that as a compliment. It wasn’t like it took him forever to get the blood back either. Just 10 minutes after he shot himself to empty and Brooke’s gentle rubbing was bringing Seth’s one-eyed snake back to life, now in the bedroom.
Seth was leaning into every inch of her touch, and Brooke was goose bumped in anticipation of what he was going to do with her in just a few minutes. She would have thought Mrs. Camden didn’t appreciate what she had, but the fact that she had booked Brooke through the afternoon was proof that she did. Mrs. Camden clearly loved her husband, even if she didn’t want his dick in her ass.
Like many things in her life, it worked out perfectly for Brooke.
Seth wasn’t just handsome, he was her type exactly. Though lately her type had been Jake, the boy-toy who had hired her to teach him to fuck, then taught her a thing or two. Seth seemed like a more grown-up version of Jake; gentle, with manners. And like Jake, his strong hands felt amazing all over her body. Hopefully, he was like Jake in the way she really wanted: able to shed the polite act and dive deep into a down and dirty fucking.
“How do you want me?” Brooke said, spreading her legs wide as she sprawled herself on the bed. “Would you like to fuck my little cunt first? Or have you been thinking about fucking my ass too much to start anywhere else?”
Brooke giggled like a schoolgirl.
Seth was on his knees, crawling toward her and holding his dick. “You see this?” he said. “I’m going to shove this into your asshole. Is that okay with you?”
“I don’t know,” Brooke played, biting her bottom lip and looking at him with wide doe eyes. “It looks awfully big, Mister. I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle it.” His cock was already throbbing. “I guess you can try,” she said, “but please don’t hurt me.”
Seth said nothing, just pushed his head through the tiny muscle in her back door, making a slurping sound which pushed through her cheeks. “Oh GOD NO!” Brooke screamed, still playful. “You’re MUCH TOO BIG for my tiny butthole!”
He slapped her ass and said, “You’ll take it and you’ll like it!”
“I’ll give you anything you want,” she said. “But you’re TOO big!”
“I have what I want,” he started to thrust, “and so do you!”
Brooke screamed.
“You like the way my dick is hanging out of your ass?”
“YES!”
Seth pounded her for several minutes before Brooke reached back between her legs and started stroking the base of his shaft, as a stray finger met the tip of his dick and rubbed at her asshole.
Brooke’s other hand pinched her nipples as her breath was severed by shortening gasps. “Faster, faster, faster,” she screamed, twisting her ass and using her muscles to gain further purchase on the throb of his cock.
This was what she had been waiting for.
Brooke lay facedown on the pillow, impaled on Seth’s dick, as his fingers clawed at the hole in front. She started to whimper and Seth slapped her ass, hard, repeatedly, roughly kneading her tender cheeks.
Brooke could picture the stiff of his dick sliding in and out of her asshole, and could feel him start to lose control as cum gathered like rain in a cloud. Seth slammed into her ass a final time, sending her into a series of screams.
They lost it together, Brooke swimming in the seas of an orgasm you can only get from the back, and Seth from the beauty of racing his rocket past the sign that said “Exit Only.” He pumped load after load of homemade yogurt into Brooke’s waiting asshole, tighter than a pussy, but still loose enough to leak cum from the sides.
Brooke reached around and slapped her own ass. Seth pulled out and a strea
m of cum squirted onto the bed.
Brooke took Seth’s softening cock in her hand and slowly ran her thumb from the base to the tip, squeezing the few final drops onto her hanging tongue. She swallowed, then looked him in the eye and licked the cum from the tip of his cock.
“Happy birthday,” she said.
It sounded like Seth tried to say thank you, but the only sounds he managed to make barely resembled words.
XXX
Sophia Knight: Hopeless Romantic
Sophia watched Mark bury his face between Celeste’s legs as her back arched and a long purr rolled through the bedroom. Her hands were curled in his hair, pulling him deeper. His hands were under her ass, fingers pressed into her cheeks, pushing her lower frame harder against his face as if he couldn’t get enough muff.
Mark pulled his head from Celeste’s lap and smiled, mouth glazed and eyes shining. Celeste gave him a “you better not even think about stopping while you’re eating my pussy,” look, so he finished his grin and went back for seconds.
Sophia crawled behind Mark, slowly running her hands up and down his back, tickling him with her nails before spreading his cheeks and licking his asshole. Mark shuddered and moaned and buried his mouth deeper inside Celeste.
Celeste cut her own scream short, gently kicking Mark from her middle. He lay flat on his back as she reached down and practically devoured his dick.
Sophia watched, unsure of what she should do next.
She wasn’t sure why she was needed, outside the novelty of a threesome. Celeste and Mark had amazing chemistry, and he’d obviously paid her enough times to know her rhythms and get the most for his money. Sophia was in the way, not adding to the experience.
Mark should’ve saved his money.
Or maybe that was the lie she kept telling herself to make the moment easier; the lie she needed to deal with her feelings, the feelings that were making her space out during a threesome.
But she just couldn't find the moment. As well-compensated as she was to be wet, naked, and wild with Mark and Celeste, her mind was on Bob.
Sophia had led him to his apartment and put him to bed. She put on a soft white negligee and slowly tended to every inch of his body. She nursed his erection, taking her time until the final tightening of his cock, followed by the immediate blast and shuddering release of the thick cream leaving his body. He fell asleep and she was there the next morning to offer him coffee.
Celeste shot Sophia a look, no mystery in its meaning:
What the fuck are you doing? Make some noise, swallow some cock, shove your fingers in your cunt, eat my asshole, or do whatever you need to goddamn do to be a part of this here menage a hole stuffing.
Sophia had been a professional for 20 years, and had never felt such hesitation before. Mark’s cock was gorgeous, and her cunt was hungry. But it was hungry for Bob, not Mark.
But Mark’s was the dick she had been paid to milk.
Surely her feelings would pass. She and Bob weren’t exactly hitting Williams and Sonoma to outfit their new place together. She needed to pull her shit together and get in the moment. Sophia returned Celeste’s look with I’m sorry in her eyes, then lowered her head and added her tongue to the fence painting Celeste was already doing on the thick and throbbing client.
Sophia gave Mark her hungry eyes, and went “Mmmmmm,” as she pushed Celeste out of the way, and greedily gobbled all of Mark’s cock by herself.
Much better.
She bobbed up and down, imagining it was Bob swelling inside her cheeks, bringing the tip of her tongue from the base of his shaft to the top of his head, while his entire cock stayed inside her mouth, just like Bob liked.
She pulled her lips away, a trail of saliva connecting her wet lips to his still-engorged cock. Mark moaned as Sophia stroked his slick shaft, up and down, up and down, while Celeste nibbled him ear to toe.
Celeste smiled at Sophia, a “great job” behind her grin, then crawled to the bed’s edge and started fingering her slit as a cue for Sophia to take the balls and run.
Sophia did.
Mark had Sophia’s full attention, while his was on Celeste. He reached over and started rubbing her pussy, his fingers over hers, slipping inside. She bit her bottom lip and began to moan. Sophia leaned over and licked the edge of Mark’s lips, quietly begging him to open his mouth. He did and her tongue entered, then she left his face with a final flick of her tongue and leaned back, improving her angle so Mark’s fingers could slide deeper inside. He held them rigid as she bounced up and down, faster and faster, her breath growing ragged until she finally heaved a bottomless, shuddering breath, then eased herself from his fingers, dropped to a crawl and shoved his digits in her mouth, sucking juices from his fingers, one by one.
Sophia took firm hold of Mark by his base, then eased herself on top, rubbing the tip of his dick against her full, swollen lips, before sliding down to the bottom. Sophia went, “AH!” then started bobbing again until she fell into the beautiful rhythm of cocksucking autopilot, twisting and turning and twirling and moaning as thoughts of Bob swam in her head.
Celeste crawled on top of Mark’s face and started grinding against his mouth with guttural growls of pleasure.
Sophia was lost in euphoria, breaking the First Commandment of Cunt Selling by putting her needs above the client. She came hard, and her twisting and writhing was about to send Mark into rapture when Celeste said, “Oh no you don’t!” teasing, but with an edge Sophia could hear behind it. “He’s not allowed to cum until he pounds my pussy! Isn’t that right?” She threw her teasing eyes at Mark and he nodded.
Sophia finished her shudder and slipped from the client’s shaft.
“Fuck me,” Celeste commanded as she got on all fours. Mark filled her dripping wet hole with his swollen salami, then grabbed two handfuls of ass and started fucking her.
“Fuck her harder,” Sophia whispered in his ear. “Tell her she’s a filthy whore who deserves to get covered in cum.”
Mark screamed, “You’re a filthy whore who deserves to get covered in cum!”
“Faster,” Sophia whispered.
Mark was pounding like a hammer to a nail, pushing Celeste deeper into a heaving moan with every thrust. “I’m gonna cum!”
“Not in her, on her,” Sophia said, no longer whispering. “Cover her in cum like the filthy whore she is!”
Mark pulled free from Celeste’s pussy. But if she was unhappy with the change you would never have known it outside a slight whimper. “Drench me in cum and Sophia will lick it off,” she cried. “I hope you brought enough for us to share, because I want to suck your jizz straight from her mouth.”
The first stream missed Celeste’s back entirely, landing with a thick glop in her hair. The next six shots landed mostly on her back, except for the splashes that fountained on the headboard like a water show at the Bellagio. Mark wasn’t even finished shooting and Sophia was already lapping at the pools in the hollows of Celeste’s back, swallowing most of what she licked, but saving a mouthful for Celeste.
The escorts shared a long, passionate kiss. Sophia swallowed the last drop, then Celeste opened her mouth and said “Ah” to show Mark the surprise she had inside.
“Holy fuck,” he said. “Twice the price and three times the fun.” Mark collapsed on the bed. Celeste and Sophia cleaned him, and then themselves, before gathering their things, collecting their money, and leaving the apartment.
“What the fuck was that?” Celeste asked, a second from the closed door.
“What?” Sophia said, as though she had no clue what Celeste was talking about.
“You just made an ass-ton of money to stare off into space, wiggle a dick for a few minutes, give yourself an orgasm, then whisper a few dirty words. Really, Sophia, what the fuck?”
“I licked up every drop of cum, didn’t I?”
“You want a blue fucking ribbon? I’d have drizzled that shit on my fries and not even mentioned it.”
“Sorry,” Sophia said, look
ing down.
“It’s fine,” Celeste’s voice softened. “Mostly I’m just worried. I actually meant, ‘what the fuck was that?’ That wasn’t like you at all. Everything okay? YOU okay?”
Sophia stood beside her Lexus. “I’m fine, I promise. And I’m sorry I let you down.” She tried to hand her half of the money back to Celeste, but Celeste wouldn't take it.
“I don’t want the money,” Celeste said. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I am.”
“You have Tom later today?”
Celeste nodded.
“Does he still like to have the gay porn on the big screen while putting from the rough?”
Sophia nodded, a smile cracking her lips.
Celeste shook her head. “I get why a guy would lie to his wife and family, even to himself. But Christ, why you’d pay a hooker and lie to her, too? That shit makes no sense to me.”
“You’re telling me. I’m the one who has to face the wall to keep him hard.”
They hugged and Sophia climbed into her Lexus, drove from the garage, and sped toward her next destination.
She’d be at Bob’s in less than 15 minutes. It would either be the best or worst professional decision she had ever made. In two decades, she’d never done anything like what she was about to do, had never engaged a client on a personal level, or driven to their place of residence without an appointment. It just wasn’t done. If Sophia was wrong about Bob’s feelings for her, she would be jeopardizing everything.
Bob wasn’t just her best client, he had made himself at home in her heart. Had even redecorated the place. But even if she was wrong about Bob’s feelings for her, she was clear on her feelings for him. And she knew when things changed for her, almost down to the minute.
It was dinner at Ragazzi, earlier this year and after a year and a half or so of “dating.” They were on dessert. The wine was great, and food even better. Conversation was nowhere near sex and the comfort between them was thick as a December blanket. Sophia realized what was happening almost immediately, since it had never happened before.
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