“Do my ears deceive me?” said Jessica with a chuckle. “You two are playing a game to see who can be the least faithful? Really?”
“Uh. Yeah. And—you two are going to help me take the lead.”
“Competitive cuckoldry! Now I’ve heard of everything.”
“You have a nice girlfriend,” opined Jacklyn with a giggle.
Jessica peeled off my coat. “And a nice coat.”
“Thanks,” I said, trying to contain my libido until we were ready to get started. “It was almost 2,000 dollars, she bought it for me.”
She spotted the designer’s label. “Holy shit, this is Adrison! Damn, she isn’t just nice to you, she spoils you. Does she own you or something?” She unbuttoned my shirt and removed it.
“No… my other lover does.” They laughed. I couldn’t tell whether they realized it wasn’t a joke.
Jacklyn took off her jacket and shoes then started removing her pants. “I was asking you about your experience with trans women when we got sidetracked.”
“My girlfriend is transgender,” I informed them, “and she was pleasantly surprised by how I handled the reveal.” Jessica got to removing my sports bra then her pants. “Surprised and relieved. I like her cock… a lot. I crave it, I can’t get enough of it, I never want her to pull out.”
“That’s lovely. We’re in for a smooth ride. Have you sucked it?” Jacklyn pulled off her panties then untucked, revealing a penis.
“Yes. But I like swallowing it with my pussy more than with my mouth.”
“I don’t do penetration, except with Jessica. I save myself for her in that way.” Once Jessica had removed her panties, they were both bottomless. “So you’re going to be sucking dick and clit.”
“Is there anything else you don’t want me to do?”
“That’s all.”
“Jessica?”
“Just like Jacklyn saves penetration for me, I save my holes for her, so watch where you put your fingers and tongue.”
“Okay, so… My jaw is going to be sore after this.” They both grinned. “Have you two been tested?”
“One month ago, all negative, and our single partner in all that time also tested negative.”
“Clean, now get to it.”
((I guess I just… get down on my knees and go to town.)) And that’s precisely what I did. Jessica looked moderately dry, whereas I had a hunch that I had enough lubrication for all three of us and a guest. I removed the rest of my clothes and fetched two fingers’ worth with my left hand, then touched her clit and made gentle circles. She gasped, then asked, “Is this your first time—(hah)—fucking two people at the same time?”
“Yes, so don’t expect a breathtaking performance.”
“Doing it in public’s—(mh)—more about the risk, the novelty, the taboo, than—(unh)—about the sex itself. I’d like to keep it going after—(ah)—you’re done with us, eat you out.”
“I don’t have any objections. If I’m going to be honest with myself… I’ll probably have sex with anyone, anywhere, anytime, if I’m horny enough.”
“Wow. You’re a slut.” ((Don’t fucking call me a sl—wait. There’s nothing wrong with being a slut. It’s okay to be a slut, remember? There’s no shame in it.)) “That’s pretty hot.” ((Oh. Yeah. It’s… hot. Being a slut is hot.)) “Don’t neglect Jacklyn’s needs.”
While maintaining circles on Jessica’s clit, I brought my head down to Jacklyn’s cock—and noticed that hers was not only shorter and narrower than Judy’s, it also didn’t have as much skin. “Jacklyn… Are you circumcised?”
“Obviously.”
“I’ve seen pictures, but this is the first cut penis I’ve seen in person.”
“It doesn’t take a rabbi to recognize a circumcision.”
“If you say so. Would it be rude for me to ask why you were circumcised?”
She rolled her eyes. “Maybe I’m Jewish.”
Her sarcasm went over my head; I grinned and exclaimed, “No way! So am I!”
She sighed in irritation. “I was joking. Circumcision is simply what they do to factory-fresh penises in this great nation. Just suck my dick already.”
((Am I just an object to them?)) I pushed the question to the back burner of my mind—where over the course of several minutes it would creep towards a boil—and returned to the matter of her cock. I slicked up my free hand and massaged her tip.
“What are you doing? Stick it in your mouth.”
“I’m trying to give you an erection.”
“You’re doing it the slow way.”
“(Ugh. Fine,)” I replied with frustration greater than hers, and wrapped my lips around her cockhead. I looked up and she was smiling smugly. I massaged the underside with my tongue, and felt the whole thing gradually fill my mouth.
Just then I remembered that I was supposed to be fingering Jessica, too, so I checked in with my left hand to make sure I was doing so; to my satisfaction, I was maintaining a consistent rhythm with her clit, and her eyes were closed. By the time I was done checking in, Jacklyn’s 6-inch cock was fully erect. I slowly pulled my head back, dragging my tongue along the underside, until her tip was just inside my mouth, then commenced the actual sucking, causing her to groan and snicker in delight. I pulled my head back a little further, so that my lips were just crowning the rim of her tip, inspiring another utterance from her. I thrust my head back down, as quickly as I could; a little too quickly, in fact, as I swallowed her cock so far that I gagged, but not before breathing in the—
Orchard vast and deep of root
Tempts the nose with tender fruit
Gorged with floral, sweet, and sour
Birthed and raised by mother flower
Pollinated by a bee
From the father’s leeward tree;
Meet they never all their lives
But make their love by honeyed hives.
Jacklyn cackled. “I love it when they choke on me, Jess.”
“I love the lewd sounds they make,” replied Jessica. “And she’s extra cute.”
((This is humiliating… but I want to satisfy them, I want them to remember me later and be willing to help me again if I ever need it. I’m desperate. But desperation is a productive reaction to necessity, isn’t it?)) Somewhere deeper in my mind I knew damn well that desperation was unhealthy, if not outright self-destructive. But I wanted this occasion to be memorable for them, so I decided to give them plenty of what they enjoyed most. I withdrew my mouth from her shaft and slammed her cock back down my throat with a gag and a cough.
“Sounds like she enjoys gagging on your cock!” observed Jessica with amusement.
“And, fuck, does her throat feel good!” admitted Jacklyn. She then grabbed my head and took control, moving my head up and down her shaft, choking me with each thrust—
I found myself slipping my free hand down and over my mound, curling my finger into my sopping-wet pussy and massaging my G-spot vigorously.
“Oh my God, she’s fingering herself!” exclaimed Jessica. “Look at her, listen to her.” Between choking sounds I heard myself moaning passionately.
“She’s a fucking whore!” shouted Jacklyn ecstatically. “Fuck, she’s—(ah)—the perfect sex toy.”
“I can’t wait to have her suck my clit.”
“(Oh…) Her mouth is—(Jesus)—so good, you’re—(fuck)—you’re gonna love it.” As she fucked my mouth, her groans grew louder—and so did mine. Then she grunted, and, one last time, planted her cock as far into my mouth as she could, and started to twitch, leaving something salty on the back of my tongue. Even as I struggled to breathe, my right hand massaged my G-spot as I thought to myself, ((I’m good at sex. In fact, it’s the only thing I’m good at. And I’m a slut, so the natural thing to do is to let anyone who desires my sexy little body fuck me to my heart’s content.)) And as I thought this to myself, my desire to be used grew stronger and stronger, and my self-stimulation grew more and more aggressive, until, as Jacklyn wrenched my head off of her cock…
Sweet nectar pooling ’pon my tongue stirs lust
Within my heart and brings with it a prize,
A jewel pearly white and rich with life,
Which eagerly I swallow with a gulp.
And as her seed travails my throat I cum;
My muscles taut, my dripping quiv’ring cunt,
Poor famished Tantalus of dainty flesh
Like fruit in reach my soul doth fiercely grasp.
I moan throughout each course of something more
Resplendent even than a queen-fit feast,
And thus till satisfied I stuff myself
Upon a single load of silken jizz.
“She swallowed!” announced Jacklyn ecstatically. As the orgasm ended and my muscles relaxed and her semen dripped down my throat, I collapsed against her leg, panting heavily, and tried to catch my breath. The pleasure, which still lingered as a gentle, calming buzz, had been so strong at its peak that in its midst I thought that my head might explode. She prodded me with her foot. “You stopped fingering my girlfriend. Get back to work.” I struggled to get back onto my weak, shaking knees, and could hardly move my hazardously relaxed arms.
“She came so hard that she can’t get up,” observed Jessica. “Hey, girl. Are you anything but a whore?”
((That’s an insulting question, stupidly easy to answer.)) “Absolutely nothing else but the sluttiest whore to ever suck a cock,” I said, stating the obvious for her. “You wanna know something?”
“No. I want you to suck my clit, whore.”
Drunk on pleasure, I admitted—proudly admitted—something that only someone with (temporarily) unshakable self-respect would admit: “Just a couple of days ago, I rented out my body for one hour for a thousand dollars, 20 times the minimum rate established by the Sex Workers Guild. I’m an expensive whore, and I expect the two of you to come up with a solution to my problem as fair compensation.”
“No,” said Jacklyn.
I stood my ground, sure of myself, confident in my power over them. “I’m not eating out Jessica until you two figure out a way to help me move forward with my job.”
Jessica threw Jacklyn an angry, if concerned, face, and they looked at each other, communicating wordlessly until silence was no longer the most efficient way to express their thoughts, at which point they switched to whispers. As I transitioned into the gentle tail end of my orgasm, I regained my strength and rose to kneel, shoulders squared, spine straight, chest proud, eyes sharp. They stole glances at me as they quietly discussed their quandary until, suddenly, they hushed. Jessica, as the one being deprived of oral sex, reported their decision: “We’ll clear a path to the scene—assuming you know where it is.”
I grinned victoriously. “Top floor, room 410, right next to the stairs.”
“Perfect. We can’t give you a precise ETA, but it should take less than an hour to beat the path. We’ll string red ‘danger asbestos’ tape along the path. If you need access to other rooms, ask first—do not cross the tape.”
I was supremely satisfied. “Thanks.” I then kneeled in front of her, gently spread her legs, dipped my face into her pussy—
Cod, fresh-caught
Dipped in flour
Tuber chips
Crisply fried
Piping hot
Malt brewed sour
“Mm,” I quip
(My tongue’s tied)
“There we go—” I sucked. “—ooo—!” She braced against the ceiling and squeaked, “(Hah!) —girl.”
I varied the suction, and played with her little nub with my tongue, causing her to vocalize more loudly. She wrapped her legs around me, then grabbed my hair and yanked on it, sending a shock through my body and a smothered yelp through my mouth. I had cum only recently, but I could feel my body reacting to the pain of having my hair pulled by readying itself for another round. I followed my instincts by wetting the fingers on one hand to rub my own clitoris and sticking a finger on the other hand into my pussy to resume playing with my G-spot; being extra-sensitive from my recent orgasm, the tactile response proved a little overwhelming—though that hardly bothered me in this moment of passion.
I struggled to keep track of what I was doing with my various body parts, but, hearing Jessica’s loud moans, I concluded I was doing just fine. She yanked my hair again, and I felt the same arousing shock as before. I couldn’t stop myself from briefly opening my mouth to demand, “Keep pulling,” before resuming sucking and licking her.
To my pleasure, she began pulling on my hair in a rhythm which I tried to match with the stimulation of my G-spot, and as they approached synchrony, the sensations interfered and amplified, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm… but before I could reach it, she cried out in ecstasy as I felt a stream of something moisten my chin. I continued sucking until she pulled my face off of her pussy, shouting, “Oh, fuck! Too much stimulation!” I felt myself close in on my orgasm—then