Autumn spread her legs and Sam attacked her, plunging her pussy without friction, thrusting as fast as he could while Autumn screamed: I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SINCE I FUCKING WOKE UP!!!
She screamed and he grunted.
She bit his shoulder and he dug his fingers hard into her flesh.
The phone in the front room continued to ring.
Autumn wiggled her pussy right as she slipped a finger in Sam’s ass.
They both screamed, OHMYGOD!!! as he filled her with cum.
Sam pulled himself free and Autumn flipped on all fours, then crawled to the edge of the bed and cried, “Wait!” as Sam was pulling on his pants. He turned toward her and she wrapped her lips around his softening dick and sucked all the cum from his shaft.
“That was such a tease,” she said. “I want more.”
“You, too.” He kissed her on the mouth. “I’ll be back soon.”
Autumn walked him to the door, then shut it tight and answered the phone.
She took two calls and was pouring herself a glass of water from the Brita when her phone started violently drumming against her nightstand in the bedroom, again. Autumn went to get it. Of course, a text from Sam. Four in a row.
Already hard again.
Can’t wait to fuck you.
Three times for V-Day.
First one doesn’t count.
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Jake and Sasha and Brooke
“Shouldn't we wait to pour the wine until she gets here?” Sasha asked.
Jake laughed. “Are you serious?”
Sasha shrugged. “Just seems like bad manners is all.” She crossed her eyes and added, “Then again, seems like social conventions are out the window when you’re drinking at noon and waiting for your holiday whore.”
Jake shook his head. He may have been born with a silver spoon and a blessed life, but that didn’t mean it had been easy to wrap his head around the twists and turns his luck had taken lately.
Jake had been with Sasha forever. Even if their forever wasn’t really forever, it was a hell of a lot closer than most couples’. They first met around the time they were learning to read, and had shared peer groups, as well as the peer groups of their parents, since.
They were THE couple. Their parents were rich, Jake’s from real estate and Sasha’s from shipping, and no one ever doubted their inevitable Happily Ever After.
Except Jake.
He didn’t really doubt it, necessarily. It was more that Jake wondered if there was more out there waiting. Sasha was perfect for him in many ways, but he’d never really felt a burning for her like the star-crossed lovers in his favorite books or movies.
Physically, and mentally, Sasha was close to ideal. So Jake figured something was either wrong with her, or something was wrong with him. Like when he learned to speak Italian, play guitar, and build his body, Jake turned to a professional.
He found Brooke on Twitter, advertising herself as part of The Pink Triangle, after his Uncle Mark first made the suggestion. Brooke ended up being the best thing that had ever happened to him, even if she didn’t happen quite like he expected.
Jake had never met anyone like her before. She was an absolute nympho, the kind you read about but find it hard to believe really exist. But that was her, inside and out. Brooke was medium height, with long brown hair and bangs, and giant blue eyes, screaming with passion and smarts. She loved to get naked, except for the silver and pink heart necklace she wore around her neck, and so far Jake had found nothing she wasn’t willing to do once stripped to the skin.
He’d hired her to teach him how to make love to a woman, which she’d done remarkably well. It wasn’t until after Jake had filled her with cum for the first time when she taught him how to fuck.
Ever since he learned, Sasha had never been happier in bed.
Jake got addicted, fast. It wasn’t just Brooke’s pink little pussy, which was the best he’d ever had, even though it was the only one he’d ever had besides Sasha’s. It was how she practically glowed with sensuality, so much so that he felt warmer by proximity. He couldn't get her out of his mind, though he did everything he could to try.
Tuesdays were his safe day when he knew he could fuck Brooke all the live-long day without risk of getting caught. Of course, Jake had no idea Sasha was on to him, and when he tried on a Monday for size, he got caught red-handed, or purple-cocked, as Sasha burst into his apartment, mid-fuck, his dick hanging from Brooke’s ass.
That was when the impossible happened.
Sasha stripped naked and joined them. She figured whatever Jake was bringing home had been good for her, too. As a result, the perfect couple had never been closer.
Brooke was their new toy. They moved her standing appointment to Wednesday so they could enjoy her together. Jake wasn’t allowed to enjoy her alone, ever again. But they looked forward to their Wednesdays all week, and enjoyed the planning and plotting and fantasizing about new ways to fuel their fire.
If Brooke was fun with one, she was a downright blast with two.
If money wasn’t changing hands, Jake would almost think the three of them were friends, the way they joked and laughed and fucked each other silly. Especially Sasha and Brooke, which, of course, Jake still had a hard time getting his head around.
Now, they were waiting for their Valentine’s appetizer, Brooke, to arrive.
Brooke had a busy day, booked from morning to midnight. She was ditching every one of her classes at school, and getting an early start on her day. She had laughed when they added to their usual appointment, saying her pussy would be pounded harder than ever before, but that she’d make a fortune, and was so excited for the big day, she’d been wet for a week.
“She’ll be here in just a few minutes,” Sasha said, “can't we wait?”
“Of course,” Jake smiled. “We want to show our whore how much we care.”
“Don’t call her that.”
“You’ve called her worse.”
Sasha smiled. “That I have, but that was before.”
The doorbell rang. Jake went to open it since the wood door was far too thick to hear come in, from the other side.
“Hey there,” Sasha said, kissing Brooke softly on the mouth, then pulling back and licking her lips. “You have perfect timing. We were just pouring the wine.”
They spent a few minutes sipping, then Brooke said she was so sorry to rush things, and that she wished she could stay all day, but she had back-to-backs on her plate and didn’t want to disappoint anyone, especially on the loneliest day of the year.
Jake said he understood, then followed the two girls, already holding hands and practically skipping off to the bedroom.
Jake lay Sasha on the bed and kissed her neck, gently nibbling as he unfastened the buttons on her gauzy cotton shirt, lightly licking her nipples before working his way to her belly button.
Brooke undressed herself as Jake cupped Sasha’s firm breasts, gently squeezing and kneading them with his hands, running his tongue up and down the length of her body. Her nipples were bright pink and perfectly hard. Jake gently gnashed his teeth as Sasha started to moan, softly at first, though her breathing quickly grew sharp. Jake reached between her legs, her pussy already hot and wet, then slid down her body, using his lips until his mouth was between her thighs and he was lapping at her flowing juices.
Sasha was already writhing, and Brooke was grinning ear to ear as she crawled onto the bed and watched, waiting for her moment.
But it wasn’t there yet.
Sasha pulled from Jake, then started to kiss his neck and nibble at his ear lobe. She was stroking his shaft with her hand, her lips lingering on his torso. A light moan was Sasha’s cue to move her lips slowly down Jake’s body. She flicked her tongue at the head of his cock, lapping his length before lowering her lips to the base of his shaft where she added pressure and started bobbing up and down.
Jake’s moans turned to groans and Sasha took her next cue, climbing on top of him and guidin
g his dick between the sopping wet folds of her slit, then moving herself up and down with steady rhythm.
Sasha’s moaning was the permission Brooke was waiting for.
Jake’s tongue fell from his mouth as Brooke settled herself on his face. He began to lick frantically, as her flap flooded the flat of his tongue. Sasha was moving double speed, and screaming twice as loud, while Brooke rode his mouth like it was made of dick. Jake shoved his tongue deeper inside and Brooke oozed from her hole, covering his face in the warm sticky of her desire.
Brooke rocked back and forth, forcing Jake’s tongue deeper and deeper. He was grunting, and rather loudly, but both girls were screaming louder, building themselves up to the sort of explosive orgasms he’d only seen when the tree of them fucked together.
Sasha was bending backwards, her cunt muscles clutching his cock. She placed her palms flat on the mattress, raised her ass in the air, then gyrated as her pussy rode harder and harder and faster and faster.
The girls screamed, cumming together. Jake was about to blast, but neither girl was ready for that, so Sasha pulled herself from her man, and his meat, still shuddering, and put her hands all over Brooke’s tits, pulling her away from Jake and into an embrace.
Jake slid up on the bed, watching the two women.
They lapped at one another like kittens, Sasha finishing what Jake had started, munching her muffin like she was digging for poppy seeds.
Sasha returned the favor.
Jake did everything he could to keep from finishing himself off and sprinkling the pair with his batter. He was patient like a good boy, until he couldn't take it any longer. “I’m gonna jack myself off if one of you doesn’t fuck me,” he screamed.
Brooke lowered herself on Jake’s throbbing cock and he started to pump his hips. Sasha took her turn on his face. Her breath was a train off its track. He pushed his mouth into her hole. She screamed and squirmed, then lifted her pelvis as cum squirted from her cunt and onto his face.
Jake rammed his cock harder and harder inside of Brooke.
Brooke roared through a rattling orgasm, her body shaking and slamming into Jake’s until he started to convulse. “Now!” she screamed, then pulled herself from him.
Sasha practically leapt from Jake’s mouth, then slid onto his cock, then quickly wiggled up and down until he bellowed and blasted what felt like a gallon of cum deep inside her.
Brooke’s fingers were way inside her slut hole, and both girls were moaning alarmingly loud, even over Jake’s deafening groan.
Sasha slid from Jake’s dick, his cum poured from inside her.
Brooke crawled between them, and with her right hand milked the rest of the cum from Jake’s softening shaft, while she used her tongue to lap the cum from in between Sasha’s legs.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” Jake said, catching his breath.
Brooke laughed. “Happy Valentine’s Day to my two favorite clients.” She smiled. “Mind if I shower?”
“Not at all,” Sasha said, then crawled into her man and pulled the covers over their naked bodies.
Jake and Sasha fell to sleep while Brooke cleaned the cum from her body and prepared for her next client. She slipped silently from the apartment, excited for her cum covered day.
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LEXI MAXWELL’S
Sex and Money
Books 1 − 4
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Celeste Sinclair: Doing It For The Love
Celeste glanced in the rearview, giving herself a sexy smile and admiring her two neat rows of glistening whites. She looked fantastic, hair piled high and pinned to the back of her head, ready to be freed so her wavy chestnut hair could spill across her shoulders. Her makeup was light and tan, the perfect shade of honeyed copper, the result of fewer hours sequestered in her bedroom.
Celeste had been enjoying her time outside. Not only had it been more fun than all those days spent in her bedroom, but she was making more money than she ever had in her life. And while she was always excited when driving to meet a client — she was an outcall only type of girl — today promised to be gusher.
She was on her way downtown, driving to the Hotel Indigo to meet one of her regulars, and hands-down favorite client.
Celeste’s husband, Rick, had caught her cheating and it changed their lives in an instant. He hadn’t actually caught her in the act, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t been cheating for years, and every chance she got. The morning Rick came home to catch her red-handed and covered in cum, Celeste’s boy toy, Johnny, had just left.
Johnny had not only left the house, he’d left Celeste unsatisfied, which was why she had spent 20 minutes giving herself a proper fucking with her favorite dildo and all 10 of her fingers. She had writhed and moaned and twisted and squirted, soaking her sheets and practically rattling the windows while Rick hid in the closet and listened, bashing his candle in the black of the closet until he starched the inner sleeve of Celeste’s favorite blazer. He had come home to catch her, but ended up spilling more than his man milk when he unloaded a heap of secrets he’d been keeping for years.
Like Rick, Celeste wasn’t mad at all.
Like Rick, Celeste was relieved.
Rick called Jesse, the new guy at Rick’s bar, Ale Mary’s. It was Jesse’s first day opening the bar alone, but he found out he’d be closing alone, too. Rick spent the remainder of the day making Celeste forget Johnny and Fred and all the rest of her ticklers, while Rick pounded Celeste to a puddle of goo and covered her with his.
They started in the shower. Rick could accept Celeste fucking Johnny a few minutes before he came home, and was even fine when she confessed she’d given the kid full access to her ass. But he didn’t want Johnny’s cum anywhere near his face, and he wanted his face on every part of Celeste’s body.
If Rick wanted to avoid accidentally grazing Johnny’s goop, he probably should have waited at least a minute longer. Celeste was only sudsy for a few seconds before Rick went thick, dropped to his knees and buried his face in her middle. If he could taste Johnny, Celeste couldn't tell and Rick probably didn’t care, since he barely cared about breathing. He held his face deep while Celeste slapped her hands against the tile and surrendered to the maul of Rick’s mouth.
Even without the steam-filled shower, Celeste might have been wetter then she’d ever been when Rick bent her over, pulled her hair, and growled, “Did you like it when Johnny was fucking your ass?” She screamed yes, then Rick followed with another growl: “Did you wish it was my raging cock?”
That sent Celeste over the edge. She’d been waiting for Rick to put some nasty in his mouth for years. And she screamed no lies. She had liked it when Johnny was fucking her ass, and had wished it was Rick’s raging cock.
“YES! I think about your raging cock every second!”
He moved from her ass to her clit and pounded her like he hadn’t in years, sending her into a tsunami of soaking wet, body rattling glee. Between the feel of Rick’s cock, the mingling scents of rosemary and mint from the suds, and the constant splatter of water pinging her flesh, Celeste came so hard she thought she might never stop, ending her series of orgasms with a collap
se to the shower floor, back against the tile; a rag doll without any stuffing as water rained down on her.
That was the first set of screamers Rick gave her that day, and it would have been enough to make her happy. She was guilty beyond belief for guzzling the gallons of love liquor that weren’t from Rick’s bar, but he spent the rest of the day apologizing for his own suite of secrets, and used his purple headed monster to deliver the message until it looked like spoiled meat. Celeste accepted his apology with shrieks of ecstasy.
When the fucking was over, the talking began.
Rick would never be able to satisfy Celeste, not really.
They had celebrated the release of years of pent-up tension and secrets with showers of semen. That didn’t mean it was sustainable. Celeste could take dick all day, every day. But her need for cock had nothing to do with Rick. She loved her husband without measure, and never more than she did right now. But they needed a solution. And God bless that man, Rick came up with the perfect one.
Rick suggested Celeste go back to what she’d been doing back in college, working as a high-priced escort for Joanna, at her agency, Prime.
Celeste was rather shocked Rick even knew about her time at Prime. Rick said, of course he had known, but that if Celeste had wanted him to, she would have told him a long time before. Another reminder that secrets were prison bars wrapped in whispers.
Celeste loved the idea. Sex and love were two very different things, and while she was smart enough to get a job doing anything from teaching, and maybe actually using her degree in art history, to accounting, it all sounded like the worst sort of work and made her throw up in her mouth a little. But earning $500 an hour for bumping fur was perfect. She was damn good, would never have an unhappy customer, and could turn her favorite past time into six-figure tax-free revenue, for a few hours a week. Best of all, the lies would end and Celeste’s sex life with Rick could finally find what was promised back in their sweatiest days before the I do’s.
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