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He heard her move into the hall behind him as he picked out a seat. Chair or...couch, definitely. Some people are very particular about their chairs, and they were both a little small for him. Jessie's voice called out from the hallway.

"If you need the bathroom, it's at the end of the hallway."

He didn't really need to, but curiosity won out. He walked down the hallway ...which door? One was open half way, he reached to push it open and realized it was a bedroom. With a nude woman in it, who didn't notice she was in full view in the mirror. He froze. Keep watching? No, this was an accident, don't do it on purpose. He quickly turned away to try the other door, went in, and waited for his erection to go away so he could piss in comfort.

Jessie was waiting in the smaller chair when he got back to the living room. She smiled over at him as he sat down. "So Cheryl's running late, as always, you want to watch something while we wait?"

"Um, sure. Whatever."

Jessie moved to sit next to him on the couch. Of course, the chair didn't face the TV. Did she realize how close she was sitting...?

"Hmmm...Big Bang Theory?"

Could be worse. At least she didn't want to watch something with horses and melodrama.

"Sure."

A few minutes in, Jessie excused herself, then returned with an opened root beer bottle. "Cheryl said you always drank this at work, is this OK?"

He blinked up at her in surprise. "Sure. And thank you, I didn't expect..."

"You're a guest, of course we want you to be comfortable."

She settled in close to his side. Very close. Touching close. He nervously sipped the drink, then froze as she leaned her head on his shoulder. She seemed oblivious to his response. He nervously took another sip, then she turned to face him, her leg pressed firmly against his. "So, Bill. Do you have a girlfriend? Boyfriend?"

He avoided her eye and answered quickly. "No. She cheated on me."

She laid her hand on his leg, gave a comforting squeeze. "I'm sorry. I hope you got tested, god knows what she could have..."

He looked at her concerned face, trying to drive down his arousal. "Oh, I did. Clean as a whistle, she at least was careful."

She nodded, turned her head to watch the screen. Her hand was ... right where she left it. He couldn't believe she didn't notice his erection, he was going to need to leave *soon* or have a damp spot spreading across his crotch.

His pulse was pounding, he could barely hear her quiet voice. "You know Cheryl is a lesbian, did you know I'm not?" Her hand crept up his leg to settle right next to his cock. "I'm bi. I like men too."

He turned his head to stare down at her. How did she manage to show so much cleavage in a t-shirt? And didn't she ever wear a bra?

He summoned every ounce of his willpower. "I should leave." He pulled away and stood.

She looked up at him with a smile. "You don't have to. We have lots of time..."

Temptation almost won. But... "No. I won't help you cheat on Cheryl. I can't believe you.." He stopped. "Your relationship is not my concern, but I hope you don't stay with her if you're going to cheat."

He turned to step to the door, was almost there when she called out. "Babe! He passed!"

He turned to face her in surprise, then Cheryl came out of the hallway. What the...fury rose, his voice was hard and flat. "That was a very cruel joke. I hope you enjoyed teasing and humiliating me like that. Please don't talk to me again, either of you."

Cheryl's voice was comforting, not mocking. "I'm sorry for playing games, Bill, but it isn't a joke. We weren't teasing you, we just had to know you could be trusted.

"Trusted? Trusted with what? You think it's comfortable being aroused and let down by a little...woman?" He had almost said some very cruel words.

"Bill, sit down, please, I can explain."

Jessie's eyes were pleading, he relented and sat again, she moved to the end of the couch.

"So, explain."

She opened her mouth, closed it. She flushed scarlet. Finally Cheryl spoke.

"She's a horny bisexual tramp who needs a cock from time to time. So show him, tramp. NOW."

Bill's jaw dropped at her tone and words. Which saved it the trouble of dropping when Jessie stood, pulled off her long t-shirt, and stood nude in front of him.

Cheryl's voice had a real snap to it. "Kneel for him. Undo his pants."

Jessie immediately knelt, looking up at him. "May I take down your pants, sir?"

Bill could barely get the words out. "Yes. Absolutely."

His cock stood tall and proud, glistening with precum. He looked around for something to wipe it clean with, then stared down at Jessie as she took it in her mouth.

He watched in awe as she began to bob up and down, she met his gaze and stared straight back at him. He clenched his fists as he tried to hold back.... "I'm coming! Now!"

She didn't even blink. A massive orgasm shot through him as he pumped a huge load into her mouth. She pulled back, then took him as deep as she could, doing something AMAZING with her tongue. "Oh, god, that's incredible..."

Jessie pulled back, closing her lips around the tip as she sucked the last bits of semen out of his cock, then sat back on her heels, looking up at him expectantly.

Cheryl's voice brought him back to reality. "She needs to know what you want her to do with it. Spit, swallow, smear it on her chest, whatever. She'll even feed it to you if that's what you're into."

Bill took a deep breath. There were a few drips coming out of the corners of her mouth...fuck it, might as well be a pervert. "Let it run down your body. Yes, like that. Rub it on your tits. Play with your nipples." She obeyed, smiling back at him. He was speechless. What next...

"You nervous about me being here? You want some privacy? I like to watch, but I don't have to."

He had a pang of shyness, and ignored it. "Nah, I don't mind. So, you said from time to time. Do you want me again, Jessie?"

Cheryl took a dry tone. "What do you mean, again? She hasn't had you yet. That was for your benefit, not hers."

He directed his voice at Jessie. "So you want me to..."

"I want you to take me to bed. Or on the couch. Or in the shower. I want your cock in me, as soon as you can get it up again." She glanced down at his crotch. "What a remarkable coincidence!"

He glanced over at Cheryl. "Can you grab her a washcloth? She needs to clean up a little. And you - get up here."

Jessie obeyed. As she lowered herself onto his cock, he began to chuckle.

Jessie let out a sigh as he filled her. "So what's so funny?"

He took the washcloth from Cheryl and began to wipe Jessie's tits.

"When you invited me over, I had this improbable fantasy that you would, well, do this."

She raised herself up, the lowered herself slowly, began a gentle rocking.

"And how does this compare?"

"Almost as good."

"Almost?" She paused her movements, her voice had a bit of an edge to it.

"Well, there was whipped cream in the fantasy." He gripped her hips firmly, lifted her a little, and pulled her down hard onto his cock.

Jessie gasped as his cock drove deep inside her. "I guess - ah - that's OK - ohhh!"

****

Bill came awake slowly. What an incredible dream...there was someone next to him in the bed - someone warm, soft, and very feminine. Someone who had told him "Don't bother asking, just roll over and reach for me. The answer is yes, but you may need to wait for me to use the bathroom."

She took a very long 2 minutes in the bathroom, then returned to slip under the covers. Her hand found his cock and gave it a squeeze. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, you were on top the first time, I was on top the second...how about you roll on your side and I do you from behind?"

She gasped as he penetrated her. He froze - that didn't sound like a good gasp. "What's the matter?"

"Sorry, a little sore. I can take it. Go ahead."

"No. I'm kind of sore too. Should have used some lube, I guess. Maybe in the morning." His mouth went to the back of her neck, his hand reached around and cupped her breast. After he played with her body for a while, he dozed off.

****

"So are you satisfied?"

Bill knew he had a silly grin. "If I say no, can we try again?"

Cheryl pretended to glower at him across the table, then broke into a smile. "Jessie, will he do?"

Jessie reached over and took her hand. "If he agrees to the terms."

Terms? "What terms?"

Jessie turned to face him. "Bill, this was fun. Exciting, but there's no 'us'. I'm Cheryl's girlfriend and she is mine. What you and I do together in bed - or wherever - is just sex. We won't be dating or meeting each other's families or anything like that. No catching feelings. Can you handle that?"

"Just so we're clear, you're asking if I want no-strings-attached sex with a beautiful woman. Ummm, tough call. Yes."

Jessie gave a little laugh. "As expected. But I had to ask. Are you really onboard with this? No silly 'contracts' or anything like that, but we do have expectations."

"Let's hear them."

"First, no bragging, no telling your friends or your siblings or the guy at the convenience store about the bisexual tramp you're screwing. No pictures or videos unless we agree."

Bill opened his mouth to answer, then thought better of it and gave a quick nod.

"Second, you're under no obligation to be exclusive to us and vice versa. Just be careful, and tell us if you're falling for someone else. If you find Miss Right, then say goodbye to us and no hard feelings. We know how you feel about cheating, we feel the same way, so we end things - or pause things - if you get serious with another woman. In the meantime, you can tell them you have a FWB, but no more. Don't bring anyone by to join in, it will not go well."

Another nod.

"Third, I'm up for a lot. My previous ... friend ... was pretty kinky, and I've gotten a taste for it. So if you want to try something a little odd, just ask. And if it's anything we've done already, just tell me or even order me, the answer is probably yes. You don't need to cuddle or talk afterwards if you don't want to. If I'm kneeling when you come in, you're in charge and I'm waiting for instructions. If I'm not kneeling ... Don't be shy."

"Take off your top."

Jessie shrugged, then pulled her shirt over her head. Cheryl gave him a wry look, and took Jessie's hand again.

"Any questions? Other than 'will you suck my cock?', I mean?"

Bill looked down at his hands, then focused on her tits.

"How often?"

Jessie and Cheryl exchanged glances. "I *would* say as often as you like, but I don't have that kind of time. At least once a week, and if you're in the neighborhood, text me to see if I'm home and not busy."

"What about this other guy? Is he going to be a jealous ex?"

Cheryl answered. "No, it was a mutually amicable parting. He and his wife are trying for a kid, and decided that they should concentrate on each other for a bit."

"His wife? Were they separated?" Did they cheat...?

Jessie again. "No cheating. I had a thing going with both of them, she actually brought me into it. But all good things, etc. etc. Anything else?"

"Two things. First, why me?"

Jessie answered. "You're honest, trustworthy, and generous. You're smart but not arrogant, strong but not a jock, and you actually turned me down because you thought it was the right thing to do."

"And if I hadn't?"

"I would have ridden you like a rodeo cowgirl, then kicked you out when you were done and never talked to you again. What else?"

"You said 'exclusive to us'. What did you mean by that?"

Jessie opened her mouth, glanced at Cheryl, and closed it. Cheryl's voice was firm. "What that means is that while Jessie is a horny bisexual tramp with a craving a cock, I also occasionally indulge myself. So if I'm kneeling on the floor next to Jessie, you get us both. But not today. Understand?"

Bill nodded. "Sure." He turned his head to Jessie. "This cock isn't going to suck itself." She slid under the table, he smiled as she took him in her mouth.

Quite a while later, Jessie pulled off him. "My jaw is really getting sore, do you want to..."

He was already answering. "Sit on the table." He turned his face to Cheryl. "Fetch some lube, please."

Cheryl had a tube in her hand already. Bill took it with a smile and squeezed a generous amount into Jessie's waiting hand. He watched intently as she rubbed it into her cunt, then grinned as she put a good layer on his cock. At his order she got down, turned, and bent over the table. He slid in smoothly, and fucked her fast.

It took a while, she was on her third orgasm when he gripped her hips and grunted with a final, hard thrust. With sweat dripping from his chest, he leaned down to kiss her between the shoulder blades.

"I must say, you are a very good cock-hungry bisexual friend."

Her voice was weary. "And you are a very good perverted, lecherous, insatiable, etcetera friend."

****

"Dude, WTF? You're not coming out with us?"

Bill kept his tone level. "I'm broke, I'm tired, and I need to work in the morning. I can't follow you around watching you get shot down by every woman in town."

"Whatever. I get more action than you, loser."

Bill rolled his eyes as the door shut behind his roommate, then a smug smile spread across his face.

*Jess, are you busy?*

*Not at all. When should I expect you?*

The answer was a knock on the door. She checked the peephole and opened it. "Confident, aren't we?" Bill stepped in and bent his head for a kiss, putting his hands up her shirt to fondle her breasts.

"We didn't spend nearly enough time kissing last time. Join me on the couch."

****

Cheryl quietly turned the key in the lock. Was Jess up? As the door closed behind her, she heard the noises coming from the bedroom. Sigh - she was hoping for some alone time with her...fuck it, might as well join in.

Bill was pumping away on Jessie when Cheryl stepped nude into the room and knelt facing the bed. He paused to look over at her, then gave a broad grin.

"You had enough for now, Jessie?"

She turned to look at Cheryl with a smile. "Sure."

Bill pushed himself upright, then gestured for Cheryl to stand and move closer. His hands went to her breasts, then to her ass, pulling her firmly to him. His erection pressed into her stomach, his lips were on her neck. She arched her back, pressing her chest to him... he pulled away.

"Kneel. Suck." He was very close, a minute later he gripped her head and pumped his semen into her mouth. "Keep sucking. Use your tongue." She obeyed, he looked down at her with a smirk. "So you want me to fuck you?"

Cheryl mumbled "uh-huh" around his softening cock.

"Say 'Please fuck me, Bill.'"

Cheryl pulled off his cock and held it in her hand, gently squeezing. "Please fuck me, Bill."

His cock had been softening, he looked over at Jessie with a smirk. "Go down on Jessie, I'll screw you when I'm hard again."

Cheryl complied, kneeling on the bed to lower her face between Jessie's thighs. Bill sat beside them on the bed, idly playing with their bodies. It didn't take long for his erection to return. He stood and moved beside Cheryl to feel her cunt. Hmmm...kind of dry.

"Swap. Get her nice and wet, Jessie."

He knelt beside them and brought his mouth to Cheryl's breasts. They were smaller than Jessie's, her nipples sharper, he sucked on one, then the other. His hand want to her cunt, she was slick from Jessie's attention and her own juices. He waved Jessie away, got between Cheryl's legs, and thrust into her slowly.

"Damn, you're nice and tight." A long, slow thrust, then another. She was responding, raising her hips to meet him. He started moving faster, harder, her moans urging him on. She bucked under him, writhing as he screwed her relentlessly. He was getting tired...he paused. "Hold on tight." She nodded and wrapped her arms and legs around him, he pulled away from the bed and levered himself upright, then turned and flopped backwards with her on top.

Cheryl gasped as his cock drove into her from below, then she started moving up and down urgently, riding the wave of her orgasm as he pulled her tight to him. He was close now, thrusting frantically, she cried out again as he gave a final hard thrust and came deep inside her.

Cheryl collapsed on top of him, resting in his arms.

Bill ran his hand down her spine, feeling the quivers still running through her body. "So, your *sure* you're a lesbian?"

She wiggled her hips and snuggled down into his arms. "Yep. Can't stand men. But sometime I just need a good hard screw, so what can I do?"

He chuckled. "Glad to help out."

****

Bill's phone rang. Another call from Jessie. He had an enormously smug grin when he answered it. "You rang?"

Her voice was apologetic. "I have to cancel tonight, I have something I need to do. Are you free tomorrow night?"

He laughed. "I'm free every night you are. But do you need help with whatever it is? I can lift heavy objects and reach high shelves, you know."

Her tone was amused. "Definitely don't need your help with this. But thank you."

****

Bill smiled as he stepped into the living room. Jessie was kneeling nude, knees apart and hands behind her head, displaying herself fully. He drank in the view, trying to decide what position he wanted. Then he froze. There was a noticeable hickey on her neck - a big one. Long, thin bruises on her side. Even some teeth marks on the side of her breast. She smiled up at him, not seeming to think anything was amiss.

He stepped to her, lifted her chin with his finger. "Are you sure about tonight? You look kinda ... tired."

She nodded vigorously. "Yes. I want you tonight. I'm fine."

She was serious. "OK. Come here and suck me off." He plopped down on the couch, opened his fly, and let her do what she did so well. A minute later he was finishing in her mouth. "Good girl. Swallow. Now go rinse your mouth and get back her to sit on my lap."

A minute later she was back again, settling down to lean on his chest with her head on his shoulder. He pulled a blanket over her. "So you want to talk about it?"

She shrugged. "We said we're not exclusive. I paid a visit to an old friend, we had fun, now I want to have fun with you."

"So ... your old friend is a little demanding."

"Yes. Always has been. There's nothing wrong with that, it was all consensual."

"And you're fine? Physically?"

She shrugged again. "Nothing that won't heal in a few days. My nipples are sore, if you want to kiss them and make them better."

He rested her hand on her hip and gave a gentle caress. "I'll definitely be doing that. In a bit. Ummm - will you be seeing him a lot?"

She turned her head to face him. "You wondering if I'll have time for you? Maybe feeling jealous?"

He pursed his lips in thought. "Sure, some. If I'm not keeping you satisfied, I guess it's none of my business..."

She interrupted him with a kiss. A very deep, passionate kiss, that lasted quite a while. "Oh, stop it! You're great. I didn't go looking - they asked, I said yes."

He raised his eyebrows. "They? Two - oh, right, that couple you mentioned. They decided to spice things up again?"

She shook her head slightly. "No. She's having a rough pregnancy and can't have sex for a while. So she asked me to take care of him."

"A very understanding wife. You're sure she's fine with it?"

She laughed dryly. "Fine with it? She joined in the fun, the whip marks and the bite are from her - he was resting, and she wanted to get him excited again." She shifted her weight to press against his rapidly hardening cock. "Kind of like you are now."

He blinked away his vision of another woman dominating Jessie. "So I am. Climb on facing me. I want to do something about those sore nipples."

She sighed as his cock filled her. "You're not sore there, are you?"

She leaned in and kissed him gently. "No. She didn't want him to fuck me. Just used my mouth and tits. She never let him tit fuck me before, so it was a new experience."

He brought his mouth to her breast and licked around the nipple, teasing it erect. Jessie winced a little, but put her hand to the back of his head, holding him to her. They moved together, faster... Bill pulled away to look up at her face, bringing his hands to her hips and pulling her to him hard.

"Ohhh!" Her head was back, her eyes closed as he lifted her away a few inches and began thrusting vigorously. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her breath quickened, she screamed with release and collapsed forward onto his chest. He kept fucking hard, she moaned with each thrust, her breath hot on his chest. Soon enough her gripped her hard and gave a final deep thrust as he came.

When their heartbeats had slowed, she lifted her head for a kiss.

****

"That feels very nice."

Bill smiled as he rubbed his thumbs down the muscles at the base of her spine. "You're welcome. I strive to please."

"Mm-hmmm. You go any lower and I may think you have ulterior motives for this backrub."

He moved his hands lower, rubbing the heels of his hands into her very attractive glutes. "Well, I was going to seduce you, but I don't know if I can manage another round." He worked lower, finally reaching the creases at the tops of her thighs, then lifted himself off of her thighs. "Spread 'em."

"Demanding, aren't we?" Jessie complied, tensing for him to do whatever he was planning to do, then relaxing when he closed his hands on her right thigh and began massaging the hamstrings. Slowly he worked down her leg, then moved to her left thigh and began again.

"You know, that's making me very sleepy."

"So you will soon be helpless before my vile, perverted attentions."

"Mm-hmm."

He continued massaging her until she started to snore, then got off the bed, pulled a blanket over her, and tucked it around her shoulders.

****

Jessie had turned over in her sleep, she was face up, hands at her sides. Bill contemplated - fast, or slow? Decision made, he abruptly pulled the blanket down to reveal Jessie's nude body. She gasped in surprise and opened her eyes, to see his hard cock a few inches from her face. He brought it to her lips, she obediently took it in her mouth and began sucking. With one hand gripping her hair to guide her back and forth on his cock, his free hand roamed her body, fondling her nipples, stroking her cunt, then sliding a finger inside her.

"So, SLUT, which hole should I use?"

Her eyes widened at his tone, she licked vigorously on his cock until he pulled her off him. "Please fuck me." He brought her mouth back to his cock, drove it to the back of her throat and held it there. After a long minute, he pulled her off again.

"Please fuck you, WHAT?"

"Sir! Please fuck me SIR!"

"No." He brought both hands to her hair and pulled her onto his cock, then held her motionless and thrust his cock in and out vigorously. "You know, you have a talented tongue, but it's fun to just fuck your face. It's such an innocent looking face, but we know different, don't we?"

He pulled out to allow her to answer. "Y-yes, sir. I'm a slut!"

Back in her mouth. "You know, slut, I'll fuck you. Like a dog, NOW."

He pulled out, Jessie scrambled to her hands and knees, he slid his cock into her in one smooth thrust. "Damn, you're a wet little slut. Did that turn you on, getting facefucked?"

Jessie "Ohh...yes, sir. It turned me on a lot."

"Good, Now, you said please already, so..." He gripped her hips and screwed her hard and fast. She bucked under him, moaning as his cock drove deeply into her. His orgasm was rising...he stopped. Holding her tight by the shoulder, he brought his other hand around her waist and found her clit. "Hey, what does this button do?"

Jessie writhed as he rubbed her firmly, clenching her cunt and jerking her hips back against him. Her orgasm rose, she buried her head in the pillow and screamed her release. Mercilessly, he rubbed faster, harder, she screamed again, almost throwing him off with her frantic bucking. Almost there...She gasped in relief as he relented, then moaned again as her took a firm grip on her hips and brutally fucked her like the slut she was. With an inarticulate cry he drove in a final time as he came, then finally stopped pumping to stand motionless, dripping sweat.

"So, slut, was that good enough, or do I need to try harder?"

An exhausted moan was all she could muster in reply.

****

The knock was quick, impatient. Jessie hurried to the door and opened it, Bill looked down at her with a leer. "Were you a good girl?" She glanced nervously side to side and opened her robe. His eyes travelled up and down her body, lingering at her breasts. Jessie heard a door open down the hallway, and footsteps approaching. Heavy footsteps. She started to close the robe, then held it back open at Bill's frown. Was he going to make her stand there in plain sight?

At the last second he nodded to her and spoke. "Terribly sorry about the late delivery, ma'am. Will there be anything else?"

Jessie held her robe closed as her jerk of a neighbor walked past the door. He did a double take, her robe was opaque but very thin, if he couldn't see her nipples jutting out he was in need of a new prescription. The leather bondage gear she was wearing wasn't as obvious, she hoped he didn't notice that.

She found her tongue. "Come in for a minute. I'll get your tip."

As soon as the door closed behind them Bill gripped her shoulders to guide her back to the door and knelt before her. There was nothing submissive about it, he ripped open her robe and brought his mouth to her nipple. One hand was squeezing her breast, then other was at her crotch. Huh, almost wet enough. He stood and opened his fly.

"Kneel, slut." She didn't hesitate, she took his cock in her mouth and sucked it as deep as she could, then started to move. He looked down at her bobbing head. "You still can't fit me all the way in. We're going to fix that one of these days, slut." She paused to nod slightly, mumbling something that sounded affirmative. He allowed her to continue sucking for a few minutes, then pulled out and gestured for her to stand. It was only for a moment, he bent to grip her around her upper thighs, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and sighed as he lifted her then lowered her onto his cock.

Pressing her back against the door, he started screwing her vigorously. She made strangled noises in her throat as she tried to stay quiet, finally burying her face in his shoulder and screaming in ecstasy. He didn't last much longer, finally grunting as he drove a final, hard thrust deep in her cunt.

He gathered his strength to lift her off and lower her gently to the floor, not releasing her until he was sure she was steady on her feet.

"So, slut, was that adequate?"

She looked up at him with a satisfied smile. "Absolutely, sir. Would you like to stay a while, or do you have other imaginary deliveries to make?"

"Stay as in hang out, or stay as in..." Her hand was at his crotch, she took a firm grip on his cock and started to lead him deeper in the apartment.

"Hang out, of course. Until you get your strength up. Would you like some ice cream?"

"Sure. Don't forget the whipped cream and syrup."

Eating ice cream with a nude woman is enjoyable. Eating ice cream off of a nude woman is even more so.

****

The table was hard and cold under Jessie's back. The ice cream he spooned onto her breast was very cold. The way he slowly kissed and licked her body, carefully avoiding the ice cream, was very, very frustrating. "That's very cold!"

Bill chuckled. "Yeah. Your nipples are incredibly erect. Very arousing."

"That's not arousal!"

His mouth closed on her nipple, tonguing her clean and warming her flesh.

"I was talking about me. It's not like you have any choice right now."

Jessie squirmed a little. Her arms were tied straight out, her knees up and open. Her hips were right at the edge of the tabletop, Bill was standing there, his erection resting on her stomach as he bent over her. Both of his hands went to her breasts, palming her nipples.

"And they're still erect, so I think you're lying, slut. I think you are aroused. And I think you need to beg."

He moved away, she heard the spoon click in the bowl... "Hey!" She jerked at the sudden cold of the ice cream on her crotch. He was pushing it deeper with his fingers. The spoon clicked again..

"Fuck me, sir. Fuck your slut!"

She heard him place the spoon in the bowl. His mouth was on her crotch, licking up the ice cream that dribbled out of her. He suddenly stood and pressed his cock to her opening. "What's the magic word?"

"Please fuck me!"

He carefully entered her, then pulled out and began thrusting slowly. "Like this?"

"Faster, sir!"

"You say you want it faster? Like this?" He gave two quick thrusts, then resumed his slow screwing.

"Yes!"

"Nope. You'll just have to wait." His tone was insufferable. If the blindfold were off she would surely see that smug smile he always had when he made her wait.

She surrendered to the inevitable and relaxed, enjoying the slow buildup as he gently screwed her. His hands were slow, sure. By now he knew exactly where to touch her, how to bring her higher, and he was doing it INFURIATINGLY slowly!

Jessie heard the key in the door. She felt a pang of panic, then calmed herself. It's not like Cheryl hadn't told Bill when to come over, she knew what to expect. The door opened and closed, Cheryl's footsteps approached.

Cheryl's voice was amused. "You're going to have to clean that up, Bill. Tables are for eating."

He didn't change his slow, easy rhythm. "I assure you, I have been eating quite a bit. You're welcome to join in."

She came to stand next to the table, Jessie responded eagerly to her kiss, then Cheryl pulled away. "Maybe next time. So are you going to finish anytime soon, Bill? I need Jessie to help with dinner."

"I could finish faster, I guess. The more tits I can see, the faster I can screw."

Jessie could practically hear Cheryl's eyes roll, then cloth rustled and Bill suddenly sped up. Much better. She was getting close - Bill suddenly started thrusting hard and fast, she was orgasming in seconds, moments later he grunted and came hard inside her.

"No, stay like that, I want Jessie to see." Bill pulled the blindfold off. Jessie blinked at the bright light, then turned her head to look at Cheryl. She was topless, her pants were down, one hand holding her cunt lips open while the other plunged 2 fingers in and out. "I think you deserve a reward. Don't you think she deserves a reward, Jessie?"

"Oh, definitely. Untie me and I'll take care of her."

"No need, I'm perfectly capable." Moments later, Cheryl was slumped back in a chair, legs wide, with Bill's face buried in her crotch. A few minutes later she pulled his head to her and cried out, then relaxed.

Bill stood with a smile. "You're welcome. You want me to help with dinner? Someone really needs a shower."

Jessie snorted as he started releasing the ropes. "You need one just as bad."

"Yes, but if I join you we will be in there for ages. Your tits are really hard to clean, you know."

****

"So Bill, did my advice help?"

Bill smiled across the table at Jessie, then turned to answer. "Very much. I had .. concerns about treating her too roughly. But now I know what she can take. Right, Jessie?"

"Yes, it -"

"Yes, WHAT?" His voice was firm, his gaze hard.

Jessie looked down at her hands. "Yes, sir. You've been much more intense."

"And that's what you need, isn't it?"

She gave a small nod. "Yes, sir."

"Well, that's what you will get. When I want." He turned to Cheryl. "You have a problem with that?"

She looked at him levelly. "Be specific."

"Sure. First, no other men in this. I don't bring friends - no matter how much I think you might like it - and you don't have any other men telling you what to do. You want to screw another man, fine, but you keep no secrets from me, and rest assured that I will reclaim you fast and hard. Even your 'friend' from before can't tell you what to do. If he asks nicely, maybe I'll say yes, and you get two men at once.

Second, when I ask questions, I expect honest answers.

Finally, that bullshit about not having time? Sure you do. You keep me updated with your work and class schedules, and I make sure I don't interfere. If I tell you I'm coming over, you're waiting nude or however I tell you to dress. If I just show up? You get naked when I tell you to. You want a date night with Cheryl? Just put in on the schedule. You get behind on your homework? Just tell me when I arrive and I'll give you a quick screw and leave." He turned to Cheryl. "And you - that attitude gets annoying. Sitting there watching like I'm a zoo animal? Fuck that. You offer yourself to me at least once every 2 weeks. If you can't do that? Leave when I show up. What I do with Jessie is none of your damn business, and she doesn't tell you a damn thing except that I was here."

Cheryl opened her mouth to answer, Jessie cut her off.

"Yes. That's fine. Everything." She turned to Cheryl. "If you want to watch the game, you have to be willing to play. And don't pretend you don't enjoy it.

Cheryl glared at Bill. "Fine. That's what Jessie wants."

"No, what Jessie wants is firm treatment from a man. You're just deciding whether you get to be part of that or not."

She pursed her lips and nodded. "Fine. I'm part of it."

"Prove it. Strip and present yourself. Position whatever you call it. Kneeling, arms up."

Cheryl crossed her arms and glared at him. "Just like that?"

"Just like that. Or Jessie gets lonely again until she goes out and finds a worse man."

Jessie looked as Cheryl with pleading in her eyes. Cheryl met her gaze, then stood and stepped to the center of the floor. She took her time stripping, folding each item of clothing neatly and stacking them on an end table. Finally, she knelt, knees wide, hands behind her head, elbows wide. "How's this...sir?"

Bill smiled. "Very good. Now you can suck me until I'm hard again." He smiled as she crawled to him and took his cock in her mouth, then turned his head. "Slut, bring me something cold to drink, then kneel behind this cocksucking slut and help her out."

****

Cheryl was a decent cocksucker, until Jessie brought the vibrator to her clit and thumbed it to high. She groaned around Bill's cock, trying to address it with her tongue, but couldn't focus on it with the sensations coursing through her. Bill let her continue for a minute, then gripped her hair to pull her away then turn her face up to look up at him. Her mouth gaped, her eyes were vacant as her body shuddered under the constant overstimulation.

"Flat on your back. Jess, keep at it." They obeyed, Cheryl lay spread-eagled, working her hips, trying to somehow seek out and avoid the vibrator at the same time. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, trying to endure .. The vibrator pulled away, Bill's weight was on her in an instant, his cock driving into her. Her limbs were rigid with the effort to keep them straight, each thrust a torture of need ...she gave up and wrapped her arms and legs around him, urging him deeper, faster...he gave out a loud cry with his final, hard thrust, then collapsed onto her, their sweat running together to create a puddle on the floor.

When he had gained his breath back, he levered himself up to look admiringly at her body. Her expectant expression caught his attention.

"Something wrong?"

Cheryl shook her head rapidly. "No, sir, I was just wondering about my punishment. For breaking position."

He smiled down at her. "I'll think of something, slut."

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LUST4LIFE writes Sat 30 Aug 2025 00:21:

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