by Lexi Sinner
“Come on, Melanie.” Diana said huskily. “Let’s play a duet on that beautiful instrument.”
Jordan groaned and threw his head back as two hot and moist pairs of lips fell on his pulsing cockhead from each side. Their wet, slippery tongues slithered all over, playing tag with each other. His whole body shivered as electrical impulses of intense pleasure raced all through him. He grasped at each of their heads, entangling their silken tresses in his hard fingers as they slobbered over his surging tool.
“Oh, god.” He growled. “I’ve never felt this… this good before.”
The two women worked his cockhead into a frenzy, sucking on each side and sliding up and down the entire shaft. Diana sucked on his balls as Melanie took the entire cockhead into her mouth, slurping wildly. She hadn’t done that for so long and it felt really good. Diana returned to his cockhead and muscled her way in. Melanie laughed and let the taller woman take all of him down to the root. Jordan looked down in awe at what he had only seen in his fantasies. Diana Pierce giving him head, for real, was too good to be true. Melanie slid over to her and began kissing and sucking on her pert breasts. That took the blonde over the edge as she intensified her sucking on his cock, her teeth scraping over his sensitive skin.
Jordan couldn’t hold on any longer. He felt the rising surge building up inside him. He bucked his hips harder, grabbing Diana’s head and fucking her mouth. She gagged, struggling against his grip. The gurgling sounds she made excited him further and then watching his own wife eating the pussy of the woman blowing him set him off. He almost yelled as his orgasm exploded inside Diana’s throat. She was like a woman possessed, hell bent to drain him of every drop. He could actually feel the suction of her throat and lips as he came. She swallowed hard, taking all of him in deep. He reached down and stroked his wife’s spread pussy, savoring the wetness against his fingers he hadn’t felt in a while.
“Oh, fucking hell.” Diana groaned, finally relinquishing his cock. “Was that a month’s supply of pent up stress. By god, Melanie… you really left him wanting.”
“Well, I’m making up for it now, aren’t I, baby?” She smiled at her panting husband. “And now that Diana’s taken the edge off… I want you to fuck her, baby. Fuck the bitch while I make her eat my hot pussy.”
Jordan looked at his wife in bemusement. If he had heard her speak that way even an hour ago his ears would be on fire, but now he wasn’t surprised at all. He was suddenly impressed by her sudden brazenness, maybe this was what their sex life lacked, a sense of adventure and he saw no reason to complain. The woman he was in love with and the woman he lusted for were together awaiting his pleasure. What else could any man ever want in his life?
“What’re you waiting for, big boy?” Diana looked at him sultrily. “You’ve got the green light… stick that fat meat-pole into me, lover… and let watching your wife have the orgasm of her life.”
“Stick in her, Davey.” Melanie moaned deliriously. “Make her feel how good it is to have that big cock inside her.”
Jordan took a deep breath and looked down at his rising cock. These two sure knew how to get a man’s blood to rise, even after having drained him completely. He felt his second wind coming around as his cock filled out to its entire length and then some. His hands grasped at Diana’s flaring hips and he pulled himself closer to her. She moaned and wriggled her hips, inviting him to take her. The young man looked at his wife, she nodded at him encouragingly and he entered the blonde with one swift thrust. Her cry of pleasure and pain was muffled by Melanie grabbing her head and pushing her face down over her pussy. Diana squirmed her curvy ass against his pelvis as Melanie ground her face between her sexy legs.
“Fuck her, baby… fuck her hard.” Melanie whimpered as Diana’s tongue fucked her pussy.
“Yeah, baby…” Jordan grunted. “She so tight and hot… fuck, yeah.”
“Yeah, fuck me, baby.’ Diana looked back at him. “Fuck the bitch who made your lovely wife cheat… on… uuhh… you.”
Jordan roared like a bull in heat, slamming his hips against her yielding buttocks with more and more intensity. Each thrust drove the blonde’s face further into Melanie’s pussy, making her moan louder than Diana. He leaned over her, humping away, and grabbed her big breasts, squeezing the soft, resilient flesh. Pleasure, intense pleasure, filled his senses. If this was a dream, may he never wake up, he prayed.
“Oh, yeah… I’m cumming… so hard.” Melanie yelled, grabbing at Diana’s head.
“Mhgffhm... umm... meee toooo.” Diana whimpered with a face full of Melanie’s hot gushing pussy.
Jordan closed his eyes and savored the sensation of Diana’s hot orgasmic release over his throbbing erection. Her juices flowed out, all over his cock and trickled down his muscular thighs. He knew he would cum again soon, but a sexy thought lit up in his head.
“Mel… Mel…” He cried out. “Get under Diana… I want to fuck the two of you together, one by one.”
“Oh, yeah… hell yeah, baby.” Melanie moaned as Jordan pushed Diana to clamber over his wife.
The two women faced each other, kissing and licking at one another‘s sweaty faces. Jordan pulled himself out of Diana’s squelching pussy and plunged his rock hard cock into his wife’s equally soppy opening. Her loud gasp told him that she was back in form. He grinned, enjoying the familiar tightness of her pussy surrounding him and began to fuck her. His hands mashed and kneaded Diana’s soft, plump buttocks as the two women moaned and writhed with lust. He could see them grinding each other’s sensitive clitorises together again. This was day he would never forget.
His orgasm was hard, harder than he could ever remember. He felt his muscles clench and cramp as explosive sparks of pleasure rippled over his nerve endings. He emptied his load into his wife, shaking violently and seeing double. He dropped down over Diana, squashing Melanie under them and hearing her gasps and giggles as if they were from far away. His thigh muscles felt more hammered than they ever did, even after the heaviest session of squats he had done in his college days. He fell off to the side and let either woman slither up to him and caress his chest.
“This was the best sex ever in my life.” Melanie purred, her eyes brimming with love.
“Me too, baby.” Jordan smiled back weakly. “I love you more than ever.”
“And to think it was all because of me.” Diana smirked. “Mr. Jordan… your life is about to change forever... for the higher things.”
“I couldn’t agree more, Diana.” He grinned as the women kissed him on either cheek. “Call me Dave.”
***
“Dave… Dave Jordan.” The messenger called out. “I’m here to escort you to your new office.”
“New office?” Macgregor looked bewildered. “Where?”
“Twenty-third floor.”
“Twent… that’s where Montello’s office is… and only the bigwigs sit there.”
“There was an opening and I guess I filled it.” Jordan laughed and picked up his things. “Well, I better not keep the boss waiting…”
“But… but, hey wait… can we talk…later?” Macgregor stood dumbstruck watching his best friend waking away.
“I’ll see you at lunch…” Jordan waved and stepped into the express elevator. “And maybe put in a good word for you upstairs later on, till then be good, Mackie… and thanks for all your help, couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Done what?”
Story 48
Life was pretty simple for Lilly Jameson. Most days consisted of her waking up early, finishing chores, and then having a cup of tea in the garden before retiring to bed for the night. Some days she longed for fun, adventurous and bold experiences, but that seemed so unrealistic for a girl like her. Her only destination would be to settle down, get married, and have children.
Lilly picked a flower and admired the shades of color from her garden. The blue-grey petals in-between her fingers resembled the color of her own eyes. Her long brown hair blew in the wind as t
he breeze picked up. She was eighteen now and would soon be married off to the man her father decided was best. Arranged marriages were common during those times, but Lilly hated the fact that she didn’t get to decide who to be with. She was still a virgin and had never even kissed a boy, now she would soon be thrown at the man who her father thought may benefit him most. It seemed so unfair and cruel, but that was how things worked and she supposed she would adapt to a new life with whoever he chose.
“Have you scrubbed the kitchen floor yet?” Her stepmother asked, breaking her focus on the blue flower in her hand.
“Yes, mam.” Lilly answered her promptly.
“Well, don’t just lollygag around the garden.” Her stepmother’s voice was stern and demanding. “Go find something to keep busy. There is plenty to do around this place.”
Lilly dropped the flower to the ground and envied its freedom. She followed her mother’s orders and headed into the house to find something to do, even though all of her chores had been finished.
“Lilly!” Her father called to her from the den. “I need you to make a delivery for me.”
“Yes sir.” She went into his den.
Her father was sitting at his desk with a box. He seemed nervous as he tied a string around it to keep it closed tight. Her father owned a small business and occasionally had deliveries that needed to go to town members. Lilly sometimes made the deliveries but usually just the ones in walking distance to their home.
“This needs to be delivered to Dr. William Forrester immediately. It is very urgent.” Her father pushed the box towards her. “This is very important, do you hear me?”
“Yes father.” She reached for the box but her father stood up and put his hands onto it quickly to get her attention.
“I am serious Lilly. You know how influential Dr. Forrester is in this town. He needs this box immediately and intact. Go straight to his mansion, no stops along the way, and you need to be polite to him. I need his business. Do as he asks and use your manners.”
Lilly nodded as she picked up the box and headed to the door.
“I had the carriage readied for you.” Her father said from behind her. “Now go and hurry before the rain comes.”
Delivering a package would be less labor than most chores around the house and she would get to go through town, which was much more interesting than scrubbing floors or hanging wet clothes on the line. So Lilly was glad to be heading to Dr. Forrester’s mansion, even if he did intimidate her. Dr. William Forrester was a well-known man in town, but few people got to go inside of his mansion. Lilly had never even seen him in person.
The ride to his mansion was hot and humid. Sweat slid from her neck down to her large breast. She was a curved woman with a small waist, wide hips and thick thighs under her heavy dress. As she rode through the main street of the town she wished she could stop and talk to a few of the familiar faces she saw, especially a couple men that she spotted, but her father would not approve and had warned her to stay on track. So she kept her carriage moving and ignored her desire to stop and mingle with the people around her.
***
The doctor’s mansion was on the other end of the town and sat up high on a hill. It was huge and unlike any other home around. She looked up at it as she got closer, wondering how it would feel to live in such a place. Someone like him didn’t have to spend his days scrubbing floors or doing laundry.
As she stopped her horse and steadied the carriage, her stomach got nervous. Although the mansion overwhelming it was the thought of interacting with a man like Dr. Forrester that caused her to tremble. She prayed that he would have servants to answer the door and receive the package, so she would not have to deal with him directly.
She picked up the box and went to the front of the mansion, knocking loudly against the thick wooden door. A servant opened the door and looked at her blankly, his gray brows heavy above his eyes.
“I have a package for Dr. Forrester.” Lilly told him.
“Set it down on the side table over there.” The older servant told her. “And don’t touch anything else.”
Lilly nodded and stepped into the mansion. She tried not to stare around the home too much, but she was amazed at the size and quality of the room. It was not only huge, but filled with expensive furniture and paintings, unlike anything she had ever seen.
“Hurry up.” The servant rushed her.
His voice made her startled so she hurried to the table, sat the box down, and turned quickly to go. In the midst of the hustle, she tripped over her own dress and fell to the floor, bumping her knee hard on the hardwood.
“Get up and move girl!” The servant demanded.
“I’m sorry.” She began to get up from the floor.
“Frank!” A loud deep voice came towering from the staircase above them. “Is that anyway to treat our guest?”
Lilly tried to see the man that was speaking but it was dark in that part of the house.
“Sir, um, I was only…” The servant, Frank, stumbled on his words as he tried to answer the man.
“Apologize to this woman.” The man commanded him. “Right now.”
Frank looked down at Lilly, who was still on the floor, frozen with shock.
“I apologize miss.” Frank told her, but his voice didn’t sound very convincing.
“Go.” The man’s voice was getting closer. “Frank, leave us.”
“Yes Sir.” The servant disappeared to a different room.
The man stepped out into the light. He was tall and handsome, with a strong build and dark hair. He was in his late thirties, much older than her, but she couldn’t fight the attraction she felt when she looked at him. Her body tingled with excitement.
“Let me help you up.” He held his hand out to her. “I am Dr. William Forrester.”
“Lilly Jameson.” She put her hand in his and felt his warm skin on her fingers. She imagined what the temperature the rest of his body was.
“Are you hurt?” The doctor asked her. “You hit your knee pretty hard.”
“No sir.” Her voice was soft and quiet.
“I think I should still take a look at it.” He grabbed the box from the side table and began walking across the room. “Come with me, Lilly.”
***
She followed him, watching him closely as they entered his office where there was a desk, a small leather couch, and an exam table. Apparently he did see patients in his home. The doctor closed the door and locked it behind them.
“Jump up on the exam table so I can take a look at your knee.” His voice was firm but friendly. She did what he said as she watched him reach for her leg. Part of her was scared because a man had not looked at her bare leg since she was a young girl, but all of her was excited because she was no longer a child and the doctor’s touch was what she wanted. “I am going to look at your knee now, alright?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice had never sounded so raspy and seductive.
His eyes shot up to hers and she knew that he could sense her desire from deep inside her body. Slowly, he began lifting her dress over her bare leg, his fingers barely brushing her skin along the way. It was subtle but powerful.
“Does this hurt?” He asked as he touched her knee.
“No Sir.” Lilly took a deep breath as she felt his hand on her skin once more.
“And this?” His fingers gently squeezed the area around her knee.
“No.” Her voice was soft.
“No, what?” The doctor looked up at her with disappointed eyes.
“No, Sir.” She quickly corrected herself. Her answer seemed to please him, which made her very satisfied as well. Lilly spread her legs a little, hoping he might touch further up her body.
“And here?” Dr. Forrester’s hand went past her knee and onto her inner thigh. Lilly became extremely aroused. It was such a new feeling for her. She had never even kissed a man, let alone been touched like this. She wanted more of him, and she yearned to give him more of her.
“T
hat feels fine.” She spoke, as she closed her eyes.
“Sir.” The doctor reminded her.
“Yes, Sir.” As soon as the words left her lips she felt his fingers go between her legs and onto her slit. She opened her eyes and watched him as he rubbed her core. Heat rushed through her body.
“And how does this feel?” His finger entered her opening. Pleasure unlike anything she had ever known shot through her body.
“That feels good Sir.” Her legs spread open more to give him full access.