“Not to sound like I’m prying, but…can’t you get porn off the Internet? Why do you do this?”
“That’s my business, Ms. Fox.”
The door opened, and two women entered. Elizabeth was not one of them. So it’s a threesome tonight. Mr. Gordon sat in the chair, not more than five feet away, while I stood apprehensively and slightly confused.
The blonde held out her hand. “I’m Cammy.”
“Hi, Cammy.”
“Lola,” said the brunette.
I noticed Lola held a duffle bag. What the hell is in there? “Hi.”
Mr. Gordon nodded slightly, an indication that the proceedings could now commence. Nervous bundles of energy assailed me, dampening my pussy, which was strange. I sat on the bed, holding my knees together, while the insides of my palms began to sweat. Cammy dropped her robe, revealing perky breasts and a strange looking tattoo on her hip. Lola let her robe drop. Both women were stick-thin gorgeous. I felt a twinge of envy, because I was a good ten pounds over where I wanted to be. I glanced at Mr. Gordon, but his look was unaffected, as usual. He’d make an excellent poker player.
Lola knelt on the bed. “Now there, pussycat,” she purred. Her hands touched my shoulders. “Are you ready to play our little game?”
I cleared my throat. “Sure.”
“Do you want us to go rough on her or soft,” asked Cammy.
“It’s your call.”
“Don’t worry,” Lola said. “You’ll like everything we do to you.”
My pulse had raced into overdrive. I grasped the edges of the robe, holding the material together, trying to shield myself. A woman was at each shoulder, and I felt closed in, as if two leopardesses were about to pounce on me, and they were. My agitation seemed to amuse Mr. Gordon. The tiniest hint of a smile shone in his eyes. Bastard.
Hands were on me. “She’s a pretty girl,” murmured Lola.
“She sure is.”
The garment slid from my shoulders, exposing my breasts, the nipples hardening instantly. Cammy pulled determinedly, taking away the only thing that had given me a sense of security. I was naked in front of strangers…again.
“We need you to lay down,” said Lola.
I shifted on the bed, doing as they asked. I glanced at the ceiling, noting its recessed lighting. Only the bed was illuminated, with the dimmer on, lessening the stark quality of the light. I closed my eyes, waiting for something to happen. Where was my blindfold when I needed it? In a strange way, it had given me confidence. Something touched my arm, feeling like the end of a brush. I lifted my head and saw that the women held paintbrushes. What the hell?
My body began to tingle and buzz wherever they brushed me. Cammy stroked my arm, working her way to my neck, while Lola ran the brush from my throat to my breasts, the bristles tickling the deep valley of my cleavage. I shuddered from the sensation, the silkiness of the effect stoking the beginnings of arousal. I had no idea brushes felt so good. She dipped into my navel, sweeping it around and around. Cammy touched my face, the soft, brush strokes sliding gently over my cheeks, nose, and mouth. She teased my ears, sending little chills down my spine.
“I think she likes this,” murmured Lola.
Lola was heading south…fast. I was trapped in the rapture of this particular technique, not wanting it to end. Her brush drew nearer to my mound, the anticipation building inside of me, like the rousing end of a piece of music played by an orchestra. Soft strokes landed on my inner thighs, while Cammy skimmed the edges of a nipple with her brush. She traced the curves of my breasts and then returned to play around the nipples, which had become achy, stiff peaks. Not to be outdone, Lola moved over my clit, the caress felt feather light, yet utterly stimulating. My hands had curled into fists at my sides, my body humming with sensual expectation.
The feel of the brush sliding up and down my slit was indescribable. I shuddered, gasping for breath, and drowning in this unique technique. Cammy’s brush was in my belly button, teasing and turning in tight circles. Lola had me spreading my legs. The feel of air in this region made me shiver, because I was dripping wet. She outlined my pelvis, running the bristles to my inner thighs and back to my clitoris, which felt like a huge, throbbing mass. She passed over my slit with determined strokes.
“I’m going to need a new brush,” she murmured.
I swallowed my embarrassment. I couldn’t help how my body responded to this particular stimulation, but I didn’t want it to stop.
“Maybe it’s time you show her who’s boss, Lola.”
“Ooohh…yeah. She’s more than ready.”
I sat up, suddenly anxious. “What?”
“Lie down,” murmured Lola. “The fun’s just beginning.”
Chapter Five
I’d caught a glimpse of Mr. Gordon, sitting attentively in his chair, with his hands on his knees. Was that a bulge in his pants? No. Or was it? Did he save his erection for when he was alone with the videos? Did he have sexual problems? Was that why his wife had left him? Or did he leave her? I suddenly had a million questions, and it was irritating that I would probably never know the answers.
Lola dug in her bag, producing a dildo. This hadn’t surprised me. It wasn’t particularly lengthy or outlandish in color. It was a simple, flesh-toned, molded hunk of rubber, created to look exactly like a man’s penis. What I hadn’t counted on was the strap-on that suddenly appeared. Who’s wearing that?
“Hand it over,” demanded Cammy. She attached the apparatus around her hips, the black cock jutting out from her creamy skin. She held her newly acquired appendage, smiling broadly. “I’m wearing the pants today.”
“It looks good on you,” said Lola.
She smacked my cheek lightly with the rubber cock. I was stunned by this action. It hovered near my mouth. “That’s right, honey. Open up.” I have to suck a piece of rubber? Ugh. The rounded tip pressed to my lips, the smell of plastic teasing me. “Open up for mommy.” I did so. “That’s it. Suck my cock. Suck it hard.”
It was strange having something cold and rubbery in my mouth, but, if this was what Mr. Gordon needed to get off, then far be it from me to deny him. He was paying me a tremendous amount of money for the privilege and the least I could do was hold up my end of the bargain. I closed my lips around the shaft and sucked. Lola prodded my clit with the tip of her dildo. Then she slid it back and forth, wetting it instantly. This felt even better than the brush, and it was an effort not to moan. I hadn’t had sex in months. My love life was abysmal on a good day, and this past year, especially so.