by Anthology
Now I stand here with my dick harder than it’s been in a long time and as odd as it may be, the credit goes to my hot wife and Dirk. I feel like a complete man again. I feel like I deserve my wife’s love. Man, this is some twisted, backwards shit, that a man helped me feel like this. Don’t go thinking I have a desire to be with Dirk, because hell would have to freeze over, pigs fly, and my wife and all other women would have to be dead before I’d ever go down that road. It’s not my thing, and I assure you I’m not homophobic either. I have friends and family who are either gay or lesbian or just trying to figure it out. Hell, I think my own daughter is trying to figure it out. That’s a story for a different day. All I know is my sexy as hell wife is sprawled out on a luxurious bed waiting for more so I rush to finish up in here to get back to her and whatever else is going to happen tonight.
Chapter Six
Hannah
Oh. My. God. That was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. The feel of two men on me was exquisite. This bed is heaven and I cannot wait to get things going again. I know I lay here like a lump on a log, but my mind is running through all the possibilities this bed will give me. It’s huge and we all can fit on it comfortably.
“Hannah,” Dirk’s voice whispers from the bedside.
My eyes flutter open to see the beautiful man looking down upon me with concern in his yes.
“Everything is great,” I reassure Dirk before he can ask me if I’m ok. His smile broadens and I wish I could kiss that sexy mouth, but I know he doesn’t do that and it is way too intimate.
“Honey,” Jack says from the other side of the bed, so I turn his way, “do you need to use the restroom?” he asks.
“Actually I do,” I giggle out. I’m in a state of euphoria that I don’t want to end. Hell, I don’t even know if I can walk. “Jack, can you help me to the bathroom?” I ask my husband.
“Sure.”
Jack carries me to the bathroom but before he walks out I grab his hand, “Are you ok with all of this?” I ask, a little afraid of the scene he might make.
Nothing in my husband’s demeanor says he’s hurt or upset but I need to hear it.
“Everything is great, Hannah. I love you, babe,” he answers with a sweet kiss to my lips before exiting the bathroom and closing the door behind him. I want to melt at those four sacred words that are said between two people who are in love. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard them. I could leave right now knowing that Dirk was worth every cent my husband paid; but if Jack is ok, which he seems to be, I want to keep going for as long as my body will allow. Is that fucked up? Actually, I don’t fucking care if it is. Not every woman gets her fantasy of two men. I’m going to enjoy every second of this.
Once I have finished in the bathroom, I join the two men who are both sitting on opposite sides of the bed, still naked, so I crawl up the middle and sit between them.
“I’d like to suck off my husband while you fuck me from behind, Dirk,” is all I say. I had a few minutes alone in the bathroom to think of what I wanted next and this was what I wanted.
“Jack?” Dirk questions.
“Whatever my wife wants, Dirk,” he states with a huge smile. Boring ole missionary with no real foreplay is what we’re used to. I know he wants my mouth around his dick, that’s why I chose to blow him instead of Dirk.
My husband lies down in front of me and I position myself to take him into my mouth when I feel the bed dip behind me, where Dirk is getting ready to take me from behind. I’m as wet as a Slip N Slide so Dirk will have no problems entering me. I feel his fingers test the waters before I feel the pressure of his massive cock pushing through my entrance as I grab ahold of Jack’s dick and lick him from base to tip, circling his head a few times before taking him into my mouth.
My husband’s hands grip my hair, helping guide me. The tempo matches Dirk’s assault from behind me. I swear I could feel him in my stomach as my husband’s cock goes down my throat. Both men are grunting out their appreciation of what they’re seeing, stroking my confidence and ego. I tighten my pussy around Dirk’s dick as his balls smack against my ass; humming my pleasure as I continue my oral assault on my husband’s cock.
It doesn’t take me long to come after Dirk reaches around me to rub my clit. I immediately see stars and fireworks behind hooded eyes. Next I feel hot liquid shoot down my throat as Jack grunts out my name, quivering beneath me. I swallow every ounce of the salty sweet goodness that is my husband as Dirk picks up his pace behind me. The sound of his skin slamming against mine is music to my ears. Jack’s encouraging words to take all of Dirk like a good girl makes me hotter, wetter, and I tighten even more around Dirk’s shaft as he pounds away until pulling out and coming all over my back. Dirk’s right hand will definitely be leaving marks on my pale skin.
“Stay like that, Hannah,” Dirk says as I feel his presence leave me.
I glance up at Jack to see his handsome face looking happily pleased.
“Are you ok, baby?” I ask.
“I’m better than ok,” he smiles even bigger.
My heart swells with so much love for the man I married. Tonight shaped up to be quite the unexpected pleasurable surprise.
After Dirk returned to clean up his mess on my back with a wash cloth, we all hydrated with some cold water and then enjoyed some champagne; afterwards I am then turned, twisted, bounced, and spanked some more before the sun rose the next morning. Jack and I thank Dirk for everything he gave us and leave Magnolia House sated, happy, and utterly in love again. It was truly the best night ever.
Epilogue
Derek
Three Months Later
It’s the second Saturday night of the month and my favorite couple are waiting for me in the parlor. It has been three months since that almost disastrous night with Jack and Hannah, but here they are, my regulars. I thanked Harmony for the brief psychology advice on how to help the couple and tried to pay her the money that was rightfully hers but she declined and said that the goal was to help the couple and we did. Now their marriage is stronger than ever and they thank me all the time. Hannah and Jack continue to come here to keep their marriage spicy and interesting. I don’t always get to play which is fine, but I do get to boss them around a bit. It’s like watching a porno I’m directing. On the nights Jack wants his wife while I instruct, I just jerk off wherever there’s a place to sit comfortably. It’s a win, win in my book.
All in all, Marcus and Magnolia House have been great to me. I don’t regret my decision to work here for a second; even when my mother started to get suspicious. I hated lying to her about my job, so I grew a pair and finally told her the truth. Saying that she flipped out is putting it mildly. She went ape shit on my ass; and then gave me the silent treatment and cried for a couple of weeks. That was tough for me to deal with but eventually she came around. She said that she understood where my heart was and why I chose the profession she didn’t pay for. Of course, she insisted I pay back every cent she spent on my degree. That was my intention anyway. The guilt would have killed me if I didn’t. Now my mom, my hero, is set up in a nice apartment, with nice furniture, a new car, and only works one job, leaving her time to enjoy life. Thankfully she’s right next door to my apartment so I get to see my mom more than I would have if I worked a regular day job. I am by no means a mama’s boy; I just love my mom and I want to take care of her like she did me.
The End
The Schoolgirl
Written By Christine Besze
Copyright © 2016 Christine Besze
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons living or dead, events or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Chapter ONE
Harmony
The walk from the front parlor of Magnolia House up the stairs towards my room always gets me hot. Clients’ faces are always the same. To them, it’s like they’ve entered the Garden of Eden and I’m the forbidden fruit they’re about to taste. Not even close. I’m more like the snake in this little scenario. With a name like Harmony, I can make any sinner sing.
Rhett and Charlotte have been coming to me for “counseling” for almost a year, and they have the same look on their faces every single time. Of course, now it’s because they know treats await them. It could also be because I wear their favorite black leather outfit, complete with garters and fishnets. The corset pushes my C cup tits up so far, they’re practically spilling out. My long, dark brown hair flows wildly against my back, making me feel like a fucking goddess.
Once we slip inside my room, they know the routine and head straight into the marble tiled bathroom. While they shower, I prepare. Reading my clients and knowing what will help their marriages takes work, but in the end, we all leave smiling.
I glance around my space and grin. Covered from top to bottom in white, my room is one of my favorite places. Everything is very clean, very simple. I love that the decor contrasts with all the dirty things that happen here. Some say it reminds them of a padded room, and that’s okay. Because I’ve been known to get a little crazy.
I pull out my favorite strap on, slip my legs through the thin black straps and then cinch the sides tighter until it fits right. A couple of practice pelvic thrusts ensure it’s properly secured.
Charlotte’s the first to leave the bathroom. Her deep red hair stands out like a flame against her pale skin and blue eyes. She stands tall, completely naked, looking to me for instructions. So, it’s going to be that kind of session.
I point a red painted fingernail towards the bed. She follows without a word and spreads out on top of the plush comforter, like a feast.
Rhett comes out and my mouth waters. I’d be lying if I didn’t say these two turn me on. While Charlotte’s soft and delicate, Rhett’s hard, strong, and all man. His light brown hair is cropped short in a military style, showing off the hard chiseled features of his clean-shaven face. As soon as he sees his wife on the bed, his cock springs to life. He’s hard and thick, with a decent length. This man loves his wife and that is so fucking hot.
I crook a finger at him, telling him to follow me towards the bed. We both kneel down in front of Charlotte’s legs, and what I see has me so turned on that I stroke my fake cock. She’s pink and glistening. Absolutely perfect. Sometimes, I just crave the sweetness of a woman. Dick is fun, too, but the power of the pussy is not something to be taken lightly. I lean down and sniff her. “She smells so good, Rhett, doesn’t she?”
He mirrors my movements with such precision that I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s taking mental notes for when they’re home alone later.
“So good. Like pumpkin pie.” Rhett’s getting creative tonight. I’m pleased. It’s only taken him ten months.
“And what do we do with pie?” I lean back and assess him. He’s as eager to taste his wife as I am, but I’m not letting him dive in right away. Anticipation makes victory that much sweeter.
He licks his lips and grins like the Cheshire Cat, those hazel eyes of his gleaming with hunger. “We eat it.”
“That we do.”
My fingernails dig into the smooth porcelain skin of Charlotte’s thigh. She likes it rough. You’d never guess by her prim and proper attire, but she’s a goddamn tigress underneath. That’s what makes these two my favorite regulars. I can push and pull them any way I want and they’re so fucking receptive. I lean down to lick her juicy center.
“Mmm. Sweet as pie.” I could eat Charlotte for hours. She has one of the sweetest pussies I’ve ever had the pleasure of devouring.
Charlotte arches her back. The faster I shove my tongue in and out of her, the tighter she grips the comforter. She’s close; I can feel it, but it’s not going to be me who gives her release this time.
When she’s about to come, I stop and let Rhett have some fun. “Taste her yourself.” My hands spread her legs wider apart, opening her up further to us.
He leans down and does as I say. Technique is something Rhett needs to work on, though. He’s chowing down on her like she’s a goddamn TV dinner when he should be savoring her like a glass of wine.
Charlotte’s making noises so I know she’s enjoying bits of it, but her body should be levitating off the damn bed from pure pleasure.
When she lets out a loud moan, Rhett thinks he’s the man and pulls back like his work is done. Oh, Rhett. You’re just getting started. As a woman, I can tell the difference between mediocre and fucking phenomenal orgasms. Rhett’s not even in the ballpark yet.
“Oh no. You’re not done.” I shove his head down and force him back in between Charlotte’s legs to lap at her cream filled center. “Preach to the peach, Rhett.”
Rhett goes back to munching. Loud sucking sounds fill the room, along with Charlotte’s panting.
“Lick it like it’s the best dessert you’ve ever had,” I encourage.
He does as I say and Charlotte lifts off the bed like she’s the fucking exorcist. That’s how you do it! Rhett pulls back with a knowing look on his face. I think he’s realized the difference himself now. This is a proud moment for me.
I glance at my clock and realize I need to move this session along. Their time is almost up.
“Time for all of us to play.” I stroke the tip of my strap on, and give him a deviant grin. “Is this going in your ass tonight, or Charlotte’s?”
Rhett’s so worked up he doesn’t hesitate to answer. “Mine. Please, mine.” He’s finally starting to make progress in owning his kink, and that makes me so proud.
“Since you were a good boy today and pleased me, I’ll let you have your way.” I press the tip of the silicone dick against his lips. “Make me wet. Very wet. You don’t want me to hurt you…too much.”
He opens his mouth, accepting all of it inside. “Good boy, Rhett. Good boy,” I coo, as I stroke my fingernails through his hair. His eyes make contact with mine, and wetness pools between my thighs. Watching a man at your mercy is fucking hot. He takes all I have to give without complaint. My ass squeezes tighter, as I keep thrusting in and out of his mouth.
Charlotte groans from the bed, stroking her clit. She’s enjoying the show. She always does. Her hand moves faster, keeping rhythm with each of my thrusts. The more Rhett slurps at the cock, the louder Charlotte moans.
“Next time, Charlotte’s in charge.” It’s not a question. I don’t ask. I never ask. Rhett worships his wife and will do anything to please her.
Charlotte’s breathing speeds up as she moans. My attention switches back to her and I like what I see. A grin spreads across my lips. “Look how wet you’re getting just thinking about it. You want him on his knees for you like this, don’t you?”
“I do,” she pants. Her deep-set eyes light up at the thought, like I knew they would. She’s still a bit shy, but I’ve been slowly pulling her outside of her comfort zone and watching her blossom into the sex goddess she was born to be.
“That’s enough.” I slip from Rhett’s mouth and he eagerly awaits my direction. “We can’t leave Charlotte out of this party.”
Rhett settles between Charlotte’s thighs and enters her in one quick thrust. She gasps at the shock of his intrusion until she becomes accustomed to it. He stares into her eyes the whole time. Watching such intimate moments between couples is the best part of my day. There’s nothing like when a woman’s body melts and comes undone for her man.
“Your turn, Rhett.” I spread his ass cheeks wide apart and slip inside. Nothing about my taking of him is gentle. Rhett likes to get pounded…hard. His body shudders the second I do and I know it won’t be long now.
Together, we find our perfect rhythm. He thrusts into Charlotte and I slam into him when he pulls back. It’s
like a dance—one we’ve perfected.
Charlotte’s the first to peak, but then I hit Rhett’s spot just right and he falls next. We’re still for a few seconds to gain our breath before I ease out of him.
These two are going to kill me. I’m a sweaty, horny mess, but I’ll finish myself off after they leave.
They grab their clothes and dress, smiling at each other the whole damn time.
Times like these, I love my job.
“No uniform today, Rhett?”
“No ma’am. I’m off duty today.” He smiles.
“Pity. I like the uniform.”
Rhett laughs, but I catch the hunger in Charlotte’s eyes. She does, too.
Once they’re dressed, I escort them out through the parlor.
Before they go, Charlotte turns to me like a giddy schoolgirl. “Same time next week, Harmony?” Her eyes are bright and greedy.
I give her the same answer I have for the past ten months. “If you scheduled it with M then I’ll be here.” Then I turn my attention to Rhett. “And next time, wear your uniform. I want to fuck the Chief of Police properly.”
Rhett winks as the door shuts behind them.
I begin the ascent back to my room to shower and take care of myself because I have class in an hour.
Chapter Two
Harmony
Class is the same as it is every other week—a lecture followed by homework, which is the part I love the most. Getting hands on with my assignments is one of the many perks of my job.
Then there’s Professor Price. He’s six foot three of fuckable goodness. His deep blue eyes melt every set of panties in the room, while the dusting of brown facial hair on his strong jaw has my inner thighs aching to ride his face. The dark tailored suit he’s wearing screams that he’s all business, but there’s nothing conservative about his slender build. Sex with the promise of mind-blowing orgasms radiates from his every pore. Every female in class sits as close to him as possible, hanging on his every word and leaving all of their male classmates forgotten in the back rows.