Sexercise
written by:
Thesandman

Sexercise

By: Thesandman

I'd been out of work for the better part of two months. If it hadn't been for my live-in girlfriend, I'd be out living on the street. Candice, though I along with everyone else called her "Candy", made a pretty good income working at a Spa and Fitness center that catered exclusively to women. As such, it was owned and operated by a woman named Jane who was in her early fifties, but looked fifteen years younger than that. Most of which I attributed to the Spa and Fitness center she operated.

With my being out of work, I was just about ready to take on any kind of job as Candy's savings was rapidly dwindling. I was sitting at our kitchen table having made numerous phone calls while pouring over the 'Help Wanted' ads in the paper when Candy arrived home from work.

"Any luck?" she asked as she came in through the back door.

"No damn it. Unless I'm ready to start flipping burgers again," I added.

One thing I liked about Candy's working at the Spa was the fact she got to wear some interesting outfits. She had a taut 'hard-body' anyway, but seeing those full luscious tits of hers pressing against the often tight fitting tops she wore never failed to give me an erection. And as I sat there looking at her as she opened the door of the refrigerator looking for the non-existent orange juice I'd polished off earlier, I couldn't help but notice her erect nipples. They hadn't been as erect moments ago, but with the cold from the refrigerator welcoming her home, they stood up stiff and proud in greeting. For a moment, I visualized the 'Maytag' guy sitting inside the fridge blowing on her tits with his cold breath.

"Uh Brad? You drink all the orange juice again?"

Candy was wearing her long light brown hair in a braided ponytail that just reached the small of her back. Standing up, she whipped it around looking at me. I'd been warned the last time about not leaving her at least one glass of OJ to enjoy after a hard day at work.

"Sorry, yes. I got tired of drinking coffee," I said lamely, knowing full well what was coming.

"Remember what I told you?" she said simply.

I did, but I didn't think she was all that serious when she said it. Obviously, she was.

"Yeah?" I responded, wondering if she was in fact going to hold me to my promise.

"I wasn't kidding Brad," she said seriously, the look on her face not the normal 'Candy-coated' look I often teased her about having whenever she was in one of her more playful moods. As she stood there, nipples staring at me accusingly, she looked anything but playful.

"I know," I responded meekly.

I had promised her the last time. Candy had told me then that if I drank the last of the orange juice that she'd expect, actually demand, that I do whatever she told me to do by way of making it up to her. I hadn't thought her all that serious, so I promised I would. Obviously, she'd been a lot more serious that I realized she was. And fact was, I really was a man of my word. I'd never once broken a promise I had made to anyone. Expecting to have to perform some sort of neglected chore in addition to those I was already doing since being out of work, I responded.

"I'll do whatever you want or need me to do Candy, I really am sorry!"

She grinned. When she lifted up one half of the tube-top she was wearing, I knew she was serious. Candy had an unusual way of keeping my attention focused on her. Revealing one of the "twins" as she referred to her breasts, she stood nonchalantly fingering and toying with her aroused nipple while looking at me.

"There's an opening at the Spa," she began. "Until you can find another job, I think you're going to apply for the opening we have."

I felt like I was watching someone swinging a watch back and forth in front of my face. I could almost hear the words being softly spoken in the background.

"Sleepy, you're eyes are growing heavy. You're going to take whatever fucking job I tell you to take, and then you're going to eat my pussy until you drop."

Of course she wasn't saying that. But she might as well have been.

"I thought only women worked there?" I asked curious.

"Only women do!" she said eyeing me.

"Then how the hell am I supposed to get a job there?" I questioned incredulously.

Candy grinned; lifting up the other side of the tube-top to show me this was a double-barreled 'shot-gun' kind of a talk. With both of the 'twins' making an appearance, I knew there was good and bad. The good being, I'd soon be sucking both of them, amongst other things. The bad being, I was about to make a pact with the Devil who also went by the name 'Candy'. "You know that Jane and I get along really well together."

"Hmmm", I thought. One of my 'day-time' fantasies already being rewound as we sat there talking about it. "Yes, I know you are." I said aloud, thinking as I did, "Pussy friendly too?"

"I know that look on your face Brad, I'm being serious here." Candy removed the top and began working on the spandex shorts she was wearing. Pulling them all the way off, she placed one foot on the seat of the kitchen chair slipping a finger inside of herself.

"I can see that," I responded once again. Candy was pulling out all of the stops obviously. She knew that I loved watching her play with herself, something that she often did whenever she wanted to drive home her point before allowing me too.

"So, just how the hell am I supposed to get a job working there if only women are the ones who work there?"

"Well, you really don't have much body hair, and what you do have, we can get rid of!" she exclaimed.

"Candy! You can't be serious!"

She shoved two fingers inside her pussy, her face screwing up in pleasure as she did.

"Fuck! You are serious!"

One thing I'd learned, when Candy got an idea in her head, and was using sex (which she often did) as a way to press home her point, masturbating herself with no intention of allowing me to become involved, while teasing the shit out of me, was her way of making sure I was going to go along.

"Well?"

"I'm screwed," I allowed myself to breath.

Candy giggled. "At least we won't have to do anything with your hair," she said still sliding her fingers in and out of that deliciously wet quim.

Though my hair wasn't nearly as long as hers was, it did fall well down between my shoulder blades.

"With a little styling, some make-up, you just might pass yourself off as a woman," she said breathing hard.

"How'd I get myself into this?" I asked with my eyes currently glued to her pussy.

"I think it had something, ah...something to do, to do with.....ah, oh...oh, the, the...orange...JUICE!" Candy cried as she squirted enough juice to have refilled my glass, and hers!

#

Once she'd composed herself, also putting the 'twins' away, Candy sat down at the table facing me.

"Just how do you intend to pull this off?" I asked.

"Easy."

I watched as Candy picked up her cell phone. "I know Jane is working late tonight," she began, already dialing the number. Second's later, Jane answered.

"Hi Jane, Candy. Listen, I think I might know someone who'd be perfect for that 'gofer' job you have listed."

I sat there watching Candy's expression for any sign that the job was hopefully already filled. When I saw the smile on her face however, I knew there was no such luck.

"Sure! I can have her there first thing in the morning! That would be great Jane, and thank you!"

Hanging up, she grinned at me. "Well, you're to be there to meet her first thing in the morning, six-thirty sharp!"

"Six thirty? Jesus H Candy, that's kind of pushing it a little isn't it? And besides, I don't have a fucking clue as to how we're going to actually do this!"

"Don't worry Brandi..."

"Brandi? Why'd you call me that for?"

"Cause, that's going to be your new name for a while, so you might as well get used to it now, Brad - Brandi," Candy said grinning at me. "And, we have a lot of things to do tonight, after..."

"After what?" I asked.

"After you do your ABC's for me of course."

Candy liked it when I did that. And to be honest, I loved doing it. She usually never made it through two, maybe three verses. She was already climbing up onto the kitchen table, that delicious pussy winking at me as she made herself comfortable. I scooted up my chair between her legs, where she placed each one over my shoulders. Her scent was intoxicating, she was already wet, wonderfully aroused, so I doubted this was really going to take a very long time. Spreading her labia apart with my fingers, I exposed her swollen pink pearled pleasure button and began.

"Aay...Bee...Thee...Dee...Eee...Efth...Gee..."

Tongue stroking her pussy with my tongue while singing the ABC song never failed to set her off, sometimes I went through it twice, but she always climaxed midway through the third time. Tonight was no different. Licking her hard little clit, singing into her pussy as I did, she was bouncing around like crazy nearing her orgasm as I got half way through the second time around.

"El, Emeno Pee!"

Candy loved that part as I always licked her really fast, driving her crazy. If she was close, which she certainly had been this time, it never failed to send her off.

"Que...Arrrr....Esth...."

Candy came before I hit 'T', so I latched onto her clit, sucking it for all I was worth, while Candy lived up to her name, flooding my mouth with it.

Sliding off the table, she glanced down at my near painful erection. "Next time, leave me some orange juice." Patting my prick affectionately, she told me to run upstairs and wash my hair while she looked through her closet with the hopes of finding me something not too provocative to wear on my first day. By the time I had done that, Candy had laid out several possible outfits on her bed, along with a couple of small-sized balloons she'd already blown up.

"Those my tits?" I asked. "They look kinda small."

"Don't worry Brandi," she said calling me by the new name I'd been given. "They have to look real. Any bigger, and you'd look like you were auditioning for a porn movie, and not a simple job as Jane's assistant."

"Hey, that sounds kind of important!" I stated with an edge of surprise.

"Well, its not. So don't get too excited about it. All you'll be doing is fetching women fresh towels, bringing them cold drinks, straightening up after them, and maybe once in a while, bringing Jane a cup of coffee or something."

"That's it? Nothing else like giving your clients a nice back massage, something like that?"

"You're not licensed," she informed me. "Like I said, it's a gofer job, you know..." "Yeah, I know. Gofer this, gofer that."

"That's about it!" Candy stated. "Now, let's get these boobs of yours stuffed into one of my bras, then we'll try out one of these tops to see how things look."

She was certainly right about the boobs. Once I'd put on the bra, looking down, it was the first time I'd not been able to see my own feet. "You sure these aren't too big?" I asked nervously.

Candy laughed, "You look fine, especially in that top. It's not cut very low, so the fact you don't have any cleavage won't give you away. And once we do something with that manly looking face of yours, I might be tempted to pretend you really are a woman!"

Just thinking about that gave rise to my sudden discomfort.

"We're going to have to do something about that too Brandi. Can't have you walking around the Spa with a Clit-on now can we?"

"Funny," I told her. "By the way? What happens if someone discovers I'm really a man?" I asked, my paranoia suddenly surfacing. "Couldn't you lose your job over this?"

I'd hoped that this sudden realization might actually put a stop to all this foolishness.

"I could yes. So you'd better play your part perfectly Brandi!" she said reemphasizing my name. "Or we'll both be out on the street if you catch my meaning!"

I swore there and then, I'd never take another drink of orange juice ever again.

#

I felt like I'd been up half the night. My meeting with Jane being so early, Candy had gotten me up at 4:00 a.m. in order to complete my new look. She'd styled my hair in such a way as to tone down my masculine features, adding just enough make up to carry the disguise. With my new boobs, wider shaped hips which she'd managed to sculpt with left-over padding from the seat cushions she'd recently finished, I looked surprisingly a lot like a woman.

"Can you talk in a higher voice?" she asked.

I'd sung with the Madrigal Choir in high school, so gave her a sampling of my new voice. Candy giggled appreciatively.

"You know, this just might work!" she said still laughing. "You actually look pretty damn good Brandi! If we had more time..."

"Tease!" I said interrupting her. "God Candy, I'm fucking nervous as hell!" "Don't worry, you'll do fine. Now come on lover, lets go meet Jane!"

It was a short fifteen minute drive to the Spa. It wasn't due to open for business until 7:00, but Jane was anxiously waiting for us when we arrived. The interview went surprisingly well, with Jane taking my sweaty nervousness as nothing more than 'first meeting' jitters. I was still surprised however when she said I was 'hired', and that Candy would then show me around and make sure I was given instructions as to what would be expected of me for my first day.

As it was a small exclusive Spa, everything was by appointment only so as to accommodate the clientele. Though the actual workout room was just as small, it had the latest in exercise equipment.

"We call this the sexercise room," Candy told me as she continued on with the tour.

"Why do you call it that?" I asked.

"You'll see. We have three women scheduled to be here this morning at 7:00. Just make sure you have plenty of fresh towels and juice waiting for them," she said giving me a 'look'.

Even I had to laugh at that one.

"Careful, you laugh like a guy, not a girl," she said giggling.

That shut me up as I glanced around fearfully, wondering if anyone else might have overheard.

"And in here is the Sauna. After they've worked out, you'll provide them with more towels, and whatever else they need," Candy said showing me the room, starting up the unit so it would be ready and waiting for them.

We'd just finished the tour when Jane came around the corner looking for us. "Candy? They're here. Why don't you take Brandi down to meet them. Brandi? Come see me around 10:00, there's some paper work you'll need to fill out for me ok?"

I nodded my head, though my falsetto wasn't bad, I didn't want to unnecessarily over do it either. Candy quickly led me to the waiting room, introducing me to the first morning's clients.

"Barbara, Jackie and Darlene? This is Brandi, our new assistant. She'll see to your every need."

The way Candy spoke, it was almost suggestive. Even the small smiles I saw etched into each one of the woman's faces suggested there was a lot more behind that statement than met the eye. "Oh by the way Brandi," Candy said pulling me over to one side. "Some of our very special regulars sometimes like a little 'extra' coddling, if you know what I mean. And just so you know, they tip very nicely provided you're willing to go along with fulfilling their needs!"

Before I could ask her what exactly she meant by that, she disappeared, leaving me all alone with the three very attractive looking women.

Barbara was a platinum blonde, and though she certainly didn't look it, her mannerisms suggested she was in her early fifties, which suggested the other two women with her were also close to her age. I escorted them back to the changing room, 'hanging' around to watch as they removed their clothing in preparation for their workouts.

"Hmm, maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all!" I thought silently to myself as I watched the three of them undressing. Jackie had nearly coal black hair, cut short, almost too short. But it gave her a sultry vixen look that I did find particularly appealing. Shorter than either Barbara or Darlene, her voluptuous breasts appeared even larger against her small frame, though as Barbara finished removing her bra, I saw by the shape and size of her fabulous tits that she was considerably larger than Jackie was. Darlene had much smaller breasts, slightly smaller than Candy's as I stood there comparing them. But she had large, dark areola's that nearly covered the entire surface of her boobs as I found myself drooling, having to wipe my mouth before anyone took notice of it.

I'd expected them all to change of course, surprised when they remained topless, though wearing sweat, or workout shorts only.

"Would you mind getting us all some freshly squeezed orange juice?" Barbara asked me.

I winced at the mention of it, but smiled agreeably, quickly dashing off to the mini-kitchen we had to make some for them. By the time I returned to the workout area, they were all busily riding the "sexercycles' that Candy had pointed out to me earlier. Suddenly I understood why she had called them that.

Watching the three women sitting side-by-side riding their exercycles was about as stimulating as the workout itself. Three luscious pairs of breasts giggling, bobbling and bouncing about as they rode was giving me some not unexpected problems. I'd worn a tight fitting jock strap, with a tight fitting pair of spandex shorts over that. But even with the added precaution, I could feel my erection growing uncomfortably constrained anyway.

As I stood there, fresh towels at the ready, I began to picture myself lying prone beneath any one of them, hands extended as though handle-bars on the bikes they were riding. Except of course, they'd be riding something else as I lay beneath them, grinning, looking up at their boobs as they bounced playfully above me.

"Brandi? Come wipe me down would you dear?" Barbara asked. Quick as a flash, I was running the soft towel over her neck, down her back wiping up the liberal sweat she was producing.

"Would you mind patting down my breasts too?" she asked.

Jumping up like a 'Jack-in-the-box', I made my way over to her, not only patting her down, but soon after doing Darlene and Jackie. Jackie was grinning at me, wickedly as I ran the small towel across her chest.

"Is the sauna ready?" she asked.

My cock was nodding its head yes, and I was too.

"How's everything going?" I heard Jane say coming up from behind me. "Is Brandi taking care of all your needs?" she asked the women.

"Not yet!" Barbara replied devilishly. "But, she's about too!"

Jane laughed, looked at her watch and then at me. "Don't forget, come see me in an hour," she reminded me.

As Jane walked around the corner, I saw her look back over her shoulder at me, grinning.

"Jesus H! Does everyone around here smile like that?" I wondered.

Following the women back to the dressing room, I got a fresh supply of towels for each of them to wear. For a moment, they stood in a small little circle though I couldn't see exactly what it was they were doing. Coming to some kind of a decision however, Barbara and Jackie quickly finished stripping down, grabbing their towels and headed into the Sauna leaving Darlene behind. Darlene continued to sit on the small wooden bench in front of the lockers.

"Jesus H!" I thought again.

I waited patiently as Darlene slowly removed her sweat shorts. "I'm going to take a quick little shower first," she responded to my curious look.

"First what?" I asked myself, following her dutifully into the shower area. Watching her soaping herself up was a delightful tease. And I swear as she did, that she didn't simply wash herself as much as it appeared she was actually playing with herself instead. Moments later, she finished rinsing off and walked back to the same bench she'd been sitting on previously.

"There...all nice and squeaky clean!" she announced happily.

I was smiling at her, somewhat stupidly I'm sure. When she lay back on the wooden bench, legs straddling the length of it revealing her neatly trimmed pussy in all its glory, I about popped the buttons on my already too stretched Levi's.

"Come here," I heard her softly calling to me.

"Yes?" I said in my very best girlish voice.

"Eat my pussy," she said simply. "And slowly. Very, very slowly. I want the orgasm to really build."

"Excuse me?" I stammered, forgetting my 'voice'.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you get a really nice tip!" she added, reaching down to spread a part her lips, revealing the glistening wet split as well as the hard nubbin of her pleasure center.

Like a zombie caught up in some sort of freakish trance, I looked down feeling my legs moving though my own tits were still in the way of seeing them actually doing so.

"You do like eating pussy don't you?" she asked.

"Oh yeah!" I replied with a thick tongue, once again forgetting the 'girls' voice, though she didn't appear to really notice that. Seconds later, I was balancing myself on the same bench, my tongue devouring her wet split.

"Oh yes...Brandi!" Darlene moaned contentedly. "That...feels...so...fucking... good!"

I really do enjoy eating pussy. And having the opportunity to be doing so now wasn't something I was about to turn down, though to be honest, I was a little worried about Candy walking in on us at the moment. Though she was reasonably open-minded about a whole lot of things, we'd never discussed my sucking anyone else's pussy.

For myself, I had completely lost track of time. With Darlene thrashing about wildly on the bench as I sucked her off to several quick climaxes in a row, I was startled to hear Barbara's voice interrupting yet another liquid orgasm.

"Hey, you're times up Darlene!" Barbara announced. "It's my turn!" she stated easily.

Sitting up, I saw that she had already showered. Darlene grabbed a fresh towel heading off towards the sauna. Not knowing what the hell to say, I sat there looking at her.

"Not on the bench, makes my tits slide off my chest too much, makes em look like melting ice-cream. And though some might find that attractive, I don't."

I wasn't about to comment on the image she'd just painted for me, but as she actually took my hand, leading me into one of the un-occupied massage rooms I began to worry that maybe she'd want to do something with me too.

I hadn't noticed until now, but she'd been carrying a second towel besides the one she was wearing. When she positioned herself in sitting position, she handed me what was obviously a pink, 'knobby' vibrator.

"I like the feel of this inside me while I'm being eaten," she announced. "Ever use one before?"

"Oh sure, all the time!" I responded once again attempting to sound girlish.

Barbara laughed, "Oh really? You'll have to tell me how you do it sometime," she said lustily. "Sure you don't want to get naked too? I'd love going down on you simultaneously," she informed me.

Well, there it was. My mind scrambled to come up with some reason to justify my remaining dressed.

"Maybe another time," I replied trying to beg off. "We've really got a busy day scheduled, and I don't have quite as much time as I would like."

I'd hoped my rather lengthy response would suffice, speaking slowly, trying to keep my voice from inadvertently pitching downwards as I spoke.

"I bet it will be at that!" Barbara said winking at me. "Ok, another time then," she said handing me her toy.

Walking over to one of the massage chairs, I was surprised when she reached down and removed the rather thick cushion, handing it to me.

"Here, you'll need this," she stated.

I noticed that where she now sat straddling the chair, there was an opening in the seat, which she positioned herself over. Obviously, she'd done this before. Placing her face in the support, Barbara made herself entirely comfortable. One hand holding her dildo, the other the massive pillow cushion, I slid myself beneath her as though about to go to work on changing the oil in my car. Only the oil I encountered a moment later was as slippery as KY jelly as I eased the vibrator up inside her, capturing her rather large clitoris between my lips simultaneously.

"Don't worry about teasing me," she said. "I'm already fucking horny enough. And besides, we don't have that much time before Jackie comes looking for us," she stated. "Just fuck me...hard! And suck my clit for all you're worth!" she demanded.

So I did.

Barbara was nearly as liquid as Candy was when she came. Drenching my face, which caused me to worry about ruining my mascara, I'd just finished getting her off for the third time when I heard the door open.

"There you are! I wondered if you might be in here!" Jackie exclaimed.

Sheepishly I slid out from beneath the chair, catching a quick glance at myself in the mirror behind the door, happy to discover that my make-up looked just as good as it had this morning.

Glancing at my watch, I saw it was already a quarter to ten. "I have to meet Jane in a few minutes," I told her. The fact that my tongue was numb at this point might have had something to do with the fact I was hoping to beg off from doing Jackie's pussy too. Not that I didn't want to. I did. Though the truth was, I wanted to do a hell of a lot more than that at this point. If 'blue-balls' were a true statement, mine would have been royal blue at this point.

"Yes, I know. She just caught me in the hallway a few minutes ago, reminding us of that fact," she said eyeing Barbara with a look that said she'd taken more than her allotted time as it was.

"So, I'll take a rain check on the pussy licking. For now, you can at least come over and give me a quick finger-cum," she said anxiously.

Placing her foot on the seat of a nearby chair, she beckoned me over to her.

"Well, at least my tongue will have a rest," I thought as I walked over to stand beside her.

Taking my hand, Jackie guided it down between her legs. Feeling the soft fur surrounding her split, I allowed my fingers to tangle themselves briefly within that downy tuft covering her sex. As I stood there doing that, I heard the sound of Barbara's vibrator being turned on.

"Oh fuck that looks nice!" we both heard her saying.

"I'll say it does!"

I hadn't heard Darlene enter the room, but she had. Glancing over towards the door, she was leaning against it legs spread. One hand was playing with her breast; the other was down between her legs. Barbara stood a short few feet across from her, the pink toy having long ago disappeared somewhere up inside, happily humming itself away as she held it there clenched tightly between her legs as she frigged her clit off with her fingers.

Meanwhile, I was busily strumming away like crazy at Darlene's clit, leaning over as I did to capture one of those marvelously thick nipples between my lips sucking on it.

"Oh yes, that's nice!" she commented.

"Ith's the leeathst I cud do!" I said with my mouth full of nipple.

After several short minutes, I felt Darlene's legs buckle as she found her pleasure, feeling her wet sloppy pussy clenching around my finger, I felt her throbbing in a hard-felt series of quick orgasms that had her nearly collapsing in my arms a moment later.

"Oh my, if you're as good with your tongue as your are with your fingers..."

"Trust me, he is!" Jackie said excitedly.

I'd heard both Jackie and Barbara joining their friend in climax, as they had stood there watching us. My prick was so hard that I feared it had become petrified.

"Well, I hate to eat and run," I said glibly. "But, the boss is expecting me!"

"Next week? Same time?" They all asked.

"If I'm still here," I said meekly. "This is my first day you know."

"Oh, we know Brandi!" Barbara said. "And don't worry, we're really, really good customers. I'll make sure that Jane gets a glowing review of your first days performance here!"

"Thank you," I said suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. "Perhaps we'll see you next week then!"

"Count on it!" Jackie said. "Though next week, we're booking four hours and not just three!" she added.

#

I had to walk through the lobby on my way to Jane's office. Candy was sitting at the reception desk as I passed.

"Well? How'd it go?" she asked.

I didn't know what to tell her. "Fine," I replied simply.

"That's it? Just fine?" she pressed.

"I'm late to see Jane," I said passing by her. "I'll tell you about it later," I lied, hoping I'd come up with something to tell her about, though I didn't know what.

Arriving at Jane's office door, I checked my watch, or rather the watch Cindy had loaned me. I was right on time. Knocking, I waited.

"Come!" I heard her call out to me.

"Don't I wish," I thought to myself as I turned the doorknob on her office door, letting myself in.

Jane was sitting at her desk waiting for me, which I'd expected. What I didn't expect was to see her sitting there naked when I entered.

"Is this a bad time?" I asked, remembering to speak in a soft higher pitched voice.

"Oh no...it's a perfect time," Jane purred.

Stunned, I stood just inside the door wondering what I'd gotten myself in for, remembering the fucking orange juice.

"Close the door, and take off your clothes," Jane said.

"Fuck me!" I thought in a panic. "So much for my job, not to mention Cindy's!" I thought. "Listen, Jane..." I began in my normal voice, to which I heard her finally burst out laughing.

"It is Brad isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes Jane, it is...let me explain..." I began. For some reason, my voice sounded more like a woman's than it did when I was trying to sound like one. Jane was still laughing.

"Silly, I've known all along. You didn't seriously think you'd be able to continue fooling anyone, did you...really?" she asked.

That shut me up. "You mean..."

"You've been had?" she interjected. "I guess you could say that. Candy came to me a few days ago, telling me that you were still looking for a job but hadn't been able to find one. I've been thinking about hiring a guy, just so that our special customers could have some diversity. We got to talking about it, and I jokingly said if she could get you to come in and apply for the job dressed as a woman, that not only would I hire you on the spot, but I'd give her a nice little raise too. When she called me last night to inform me that you would be, I decided to call a couple of my very best customers who've been hounding me about hiring on a few young men."

"You mean to say Barbara, Janice and Darlene knew?" I said stuttering, though I was at least glad to hear my voice had come down a couple of octaves.

"Of course they did. Though I must say, it was very difficult telling Barbara that she couldn't fuck you. Not this week anyway. Even after she offered a substantial bonus to let me, let her have you. But as I told her, and Candy...I wanted to sample you for myself!"

"Candy knows you want to fuck me?" I asked incredulously.

"Absofuckinglutely!" Jane said laughing. "She knows in fact, that shortly, we'll be doing just that!"

"And she's ok with it?"

"Why wouldn't she be? Candy and I have been sucking one another's cunts for several month's now."

The look on my face said it all.

"You didn't know?"

Shit...I'd imagined it, fantasized about it, jerked off so many times thinking about it I'd lost track.

"No."

"Well now, seems like Candy owes you an apology then."

"She owes me a hell of a lot more than that. And so do you for that matter!" I ventured boldly.

"Yes, you're probably right. We both do. Tell you what, as soon as we close for lunch, I'll have Candy come in and join us. Then you can have the two of us make it up to you any way you'd like."

That had me smiling.

"In the meantime?" I asked.

"Well, in the meantime, why don't you come over here and do your ABC's," she said grinning at me. "Candy says you have this uniquely talented tongue when it comes to doing the alphabet.

"Oh yes, she's gonna owe me BIG time!" I stated moving over towards Jane's desk.

"Brad?"

"Yeah?"

"Why don't you go ahead and use my private restroom to remove all that make-up first. I think the first time we fuck; I really do want you looking like yourself as opposed to some guy pretending to be a woman. That might be fun for another evening maybe. But right now...I just want a guy with a very hard dick."

After I had become a man again, relishing in the fact I didn't have to wear a fucking bra anymore, I stepped back into Jane's office where she remained anxiously waiting for me. As she had asked, I ABC'd her pussy, impressed when she managed to last through four full verses before climaxing.

"I bet you've got a large load you'd like me to take care of don't you?" Jane smiled in saying. "Where'd you like to put it?" she asked wickedly. "I really do owe you that much!"

"You know, it's been a really long time since I've had a good old fashioned 'titty-fuck', I think that's what I'd really like to do."

Jane chuckled. "You know, it's been a while since I've enjoyed doing that too!" Jane quickly had me sit down on the couch in her office. Kneeling before me on the floor, she wrapped those magnificent breasts of hers around my cock and began masturbating me with all that lovely soft tit flesh.

There's something extremely erotic, "naughty-sexy", Candy called it, as I both watched and felt Jane as she used her breasts to play with my cock. Watching her spit on my prick, making it easier for my prick to slide up and down between her breasts was hot. When my dick began making lots of pre-cum fuck juice, the ride got wetter and wilder as she used my slippery essence to make all sorts of deliciously naughty sounds as my cock rode through that valley of pleasure.

"Well now, that certainly looks interesting!"

Neither of us had heard Candy enter into Jane's office. But by the tone in her voice, she obviously wasn't upset or surprised by what was taking place. Not to mention the fact that she and Jane had been swapping pussy juice with one another for quite some time now.

"Closed for lunch?" Jane asked.

"Yes, and we have a full hour before anyone else is scheduled to arrive," Candy told her.

"Who is scheduled?" Jane asked as she continued pumping my cock up and down between her breasts. Looking at me, Candy's smile split into a wide-open grin. "Theresa and Angelina!" she said excitedly.

"Did you tell them?" Jane asked.

"Oh yes, and they're excited as hell. They were even willing to pay extra if they could come earlier, but I told them you were conducting your own personal interview." Once again Candy looked in my direction.

Although they'd been talking back and forth as though I wasn't even there, the sensation my prick was experiencing overrode any negligence on their part regarding my presence. And for the moment, I was more than willing to just be a cock, fucking a nice firm set of tits.

"You gonna cum for me baby?" Jane asked, finally acknowledging I was still there.

"Oh fuck yes!" I moaned enthusiastically, feeling my balls tightening just as the first familiar tingling sensation began to warn me that I was about to spray fuck-butter all over the place.

"Hmm, squirt it honey. Cover these tits of mine in your juice baby!"

She didn't have to ask me twice. Seconds later, increasing the slippery-slide as she continued to hold her breasts together, I began coating her tits with an enormous eruption of white-hot pleasure. So forceful were the first few jettisons of my spunk, that I shot one ribbon of cum way over the top of her head. Candy had walked over having somehow undressed herself during all this, just in time to catch the first squirt landing near perfectly between her tits.

"Nice shot!" she commented in surprise, though bending over just in case any more sperm missiles missed their target.

After I had spent myself, which seemed like an eternity with the volume and number of actual squirts I had felt leave my cock, I collapsed back into the couch trying to catch my breath. Jane's boobs where totally covered in cum, and I watched as it ran and dripped from the tip of each pointed nipple down onto her belly.

"Hmm, let me get that for you," Candy stated. Jane eased herself down onto the soft carpeting where Candy quickly joined her.

Watching my girlfriend licking cum off our boss's boobs was more than I ever dreamed of seeing. Candy immediately began licking up every line of cum she could find on Jane's tits. Taking time to suck and lick her nipple's between that was an extra bonus as far as I was concerned.

"So, when do I get to see the two of you rubbing pussies together?" I asked. "What is it with men and wanting to see two women together anyway?" Jane asked already placing herself in a scissor position with my girlfriend.

"Is it because you guys like watching us do this?" she asked.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, my half-dead prick suddenly throbbing with renewed interest. Watching Jane slide her cunt against Candy's had to be seen to be believed. And truth was, it was something I never thought I'd ever get to witness!

"Oh, Oh...Oh, fuck yes!" Candy cried out pleasurably.

Legs crossing one another, pussies grinding rapidly, the sounds of all that wet slick female pussy juice mingling together was having its affect on my reawakened prick. Standing, I made my way over to watch them from above. In a way, it was like watching their cunts kissing one another. There's honestly no other way to describe what I was seeing. Lips pressing, sucking, almost as though devouring one another in the process. Added to that, the sensual sounds of their labored breathing as they strove to bring each other as much pleasure as they possibly could. Even the movement of their breasts as they jiggled slightly up and down, or side to side made the motions of their gyrated coupling all the more sensual.

"Fuck this is beautiful!" I announced.

"Oh, and it feels beautiful too!" Candy groaned in obvious delight.

"Squirt it on me honey," Jane begged Candy. "Give me that female nectar of yours that I love so fucking much!"

I knew exactly what she meant too. Seeing Candy actually 'squirt', which she didn't do all the time was another fascinating attraction for me. I knew when Candy got really aroused, the likelihood of her actually doing that increased. And seeing the look on her face now, I was fairly confident we were both in for one hell of a treat.

"Come for me baby! Come for me!" Jane urged. "Shower my pussy with your juices honey!"

Watching the look in my girlfriends face as her orgasm approached was honestly breath taking. I truly was amazed at the vulnerability in her face as she began to climax, opening her eyes, looking directly at me as she did. Glancing down to where their quims were locked in a sucking embrace, I saw Candy's pussy suddenly erupt in a fountain of syrupy nectar that began squirting out of her slit in a fine misty spray. Fascinated, I watched as she contracted, literally milking more and more of her feminine cum-cream which began to coat the coarse mat of Jane's pubic hair in a rich thick display.

Too stunned to speak, I staggered back to the couch collapsing down into it just as Candy herself collapsed, falling backwards onto the floor, spent and exhausted. Extricating herself from my girlfriend, Jane slowly walked towards me dripping with Candy's cum.

"Would you mind?" Jane asked as she stood there playing in the rivulets of female juice that had completely drenched her pussy.

"Not at all," I said enthusiastically as Jane climbed up onto the couch, straddling my face.

Tasting Candy's juices on Jane's pussy was electrifying. The aroma of all that sweet muskiness was overloading my circuits as I dove into her pussy, my tongue immediately exploring the deepest recess of her funky tasting split, causing my prick to once again lurch with desire and need. As I captured her clit between my lips, sucking it for all I was worth, I soon felt the soft sweetness of Candy's lips surrounding my erection.

"Save some for the girls!" Jane warned her, looking back as she devoured my prick. "After all, we did promise them!" she added.

"Fuckth Thane, ith zit aawaze like thith?" I asked her with my tongue deeply embedded inside her pink delicious split.

"Almost," she said grinning. "Are you up for this?" she asked semi-seriously.

"Oh yeah, he's up!" Candy giggled around my prick.

"Let's hope so," Jane moaned as I brought her closer and closer to the edge. "Theresa and Angelina can be quite a handful you know!"

"I remember!" Candy said with an edge of awe in her voice. "Oh Brad, I almost wish I could be there to see it when you're with them," she sighed wishfully.

I never heard her say that however, at the moment Jane was screaming at the top of her lungs, some of her pussy juice running down the side of my face, clogging one ear as I leaned forward in an effort to fully swallow her clit.

Too tender to allow me to continue, Jane finally forced me away with her hands. "Enough! Fuck...enough!" she said shaking and quivering. "Oh my gawd Candy, how can you stand living with this man? I wouldn't be able to even walk if I did!" she exclaimed laughingly.

"Why do you think I sometimes have to call in announcing I'm going to be late?" Candy replied. "It's because I can't walk, let alone try and drive the car. I'd be apt to lose control and run over somebody!"

"Oh my...look at the time!" Jane said worriedly. "They should be here any moment now, and you need to go and reopen the shop! Turning towards me, Jane's look became serious, business-like once again. "Brad? You'll find a short terry-cloth robe in the bathroom. Why don't you take a shower, freshen up a little, and then come find us. By then the girls should be here, and I want to personally introduce you to them. Oh, and by the way? That robe? From now on, that's all you need to worry about wearing to work from now on, ok?"

I merely smiled. I was really going to enjoy this new job!

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By the time I had cleaned up and put on my new robe, Angelina had arrived. Jane introduced me to her, telling me that she was their 'Massage Specialist'. She went on to further explain that Angelina had a very specific clientele that she catered to, one of which being Theresa.

I learned shortly after meeting her that she was known for giving what Jane had called very 'vigorous' massages. Only working two or three days a week, she made enough money off those few massage sessions to meet her needs. Angelina had a look about her that was dark and mysterious. She had brown-black hair with deep red highlights that gave her a fiery look. Her eyes were nearly the same color as her hair, and when she looked at you, one immediately felt like all you wanted to do was kneel before her and answer "Yes mistress!"

"Theresa should be here momentarily," Jane told her.

"I'll get the room ready," Angelina answered. "Brad? You will come with me and do exactly what I tell you to do," she stated firmly.

I followed her down the hallway to her massage studio. It was totally different than the one I had gone into with Barbara. Unlocking the door with her own key, Angelina led me inside, pointing towards a rich comfortable looking chair.

"You will sit there and remain quiet unless I tell you otherwise," she instructed. "Soon you will meet Theresa, and as you will see, she is a very special woman. At times, she has brought strangers in off the street with her having them simply sit where you are and watch the massage session. She is quite the exhibitionist, and enjoys having either men or women look on while enjoying her pleasures. For those she convinces to accompany her, they do not leave disappointed!"

If I thought I was nervous earlier, I was downright scared at this moment. Too embarrassed to even part my robe to see if I still had a dick, I worried for the first time since my arrival that I'd even be able to get it up the more Angelina spoke of Theresa's unique sexual needs.

"She likes it rough, and she likes an audience," Angelina continued. "But most importantly of all. Unless you are specifically invited to participate, when she decides you are...or aren't, you will say and do nothing otherwise. Do we understand one another?"

As firm as Angelina was being with me, I couldn't help but wonder what Theresa was going to be like.

Eerily, Angelina had just finished putting on clean black sheets on the massage table having also lit several candles, the only source of light, as well as some incense that immediately added to the intense atmosphere within the room. I waited like a man about to be executed, and wondered briefly if in fact I wasn't about to be.

"She's here," Angelina said looking up as though sensing her arrival. I glanced towards the door thinking she'd entered and I'd some how missed it. Long moments later, the door opened and in walked the most amazing looking woman I had ever seen before in my entire life!

For starters she was very tall for a woman, easily reaching six feet. But it was her coal black hair that caught my attention when she entered the room. Caressing her ankles as she walked, she reminded me a little of 'Cher' though the resemblance ended there. Her skin was coppery colored reminding me of thick rich molasses; her eyes were large, round and cobalt blue in color. Barely acknowledging my presence when she entered with no more than a brief glance in my direction, she immediately began to disrobe. As she did, the only word that came to mind was pure and utter perfection.

I'd never seen skin so smooth, or glisten as naturally as hers did. She looked like she'd just stepped out of a shower, or had arrived from just participating in a 'Crisco' party. Her sex was shaven bare, hinting at only God knows what that lay beneath. Her ass was tight, firm and well muscled. For the first time in my life, all I could think about was fucking it. Something I had never done or experienced before.

"Welcome Mistress," Angelina stated.

Once again, I was taken aback. As tough as I'd thought Angelina to be, Theresa was head and shoulders above that in the raw sensuality she exuded without so much as uttering a single word. Everything she said, she did so with her eyes. Gazing towards Angelina, and then taking in the room ensuring all was as it should be, only then did she turn towards me once again.

"I assume you are Brad?" she asked.

I caught a stern look behind her from Angelina as she glared at me. Almost telepathically I realized the response that was expected.

"Yes Mistress," I replied meekly.

I caught two smiles, one from Angelina that confirmed I'd answered correctly, the other from Theresa, though I wasn't sure at first that it even was a smile. Only the corner of her lip seemed to arch upwards slightly indicating it was. But with a brief nod of her head in accompanying that, I knew that it had been.

Theresa didn't simply crawl up to the table; she seemed to flow onto it like water poured from a pitcher. Facing me from the side, Theresa's long voluptuous body caressed the very table she was lying on. Head down, she opened one eye fixing it firmly on me as Angelina went to work massaging her back. I noticed as she did, there was nothing soothing about her technique either. Digging into her flesh, it looked almost painful to me as I swore the tips of Angelina's fingers disappeared deep into Theresa's flesh.

That eye kept me paralyzed, but in a good way, as she laid there just looking at me causing my prick to harden intolerably. I didn't dare shift as I sat, knowing even as I did that my cock was already worming its way through the opening in my robe like a flower blooming, reaching towards sunlight.

The intensity of the moment was bad enough as I didn't know how to react to anything I was witnessing. But when she slowly ran her tongue, wetting her lips all the while that eye kept staring at me, I thought for a second I would experience an involuntary ejaculation.

Off balance, more than I had ever been, she confused me further by raising herself up just long enough to allow those delicately chiseled breasts to hang freely for a moment before turning her head away from me, lying face down once again.

As Angelina carefully draped Theresa's long mane of hair off to one side, she motioned for me to stand.

"She wants to feel your hard prick touching her body," she informed me.

I had heard no conversation taking place between them. Whatever form of communication they were using was one they'd obviously established a long time ago merely through the subtle changes in her movement perhaps. Obediently, I stood allowing the robe to fall away from me completely. Angelina nodded her head in approval as I approached the massage table.

"Do not touch her face with your prick," she cautioned. "That is for her to decide," she added.

Cautiously, even reverently, I moved towards the massage table. Looking at her, I couldn't even see the subtle movement of breath as she took it. As delicately as I could, I placed my prick along the side of her back, slowly moving it down from her shoulder towards her buttocks. When I arrived just where the soft gentle slope of her ass rose, Angelina's hand came crashing down upon the opposite ass-cheek with a resounding "SLAP!" Shocked, I looked towards her, but by the look in her eye, I knew I was being told to mind my own business and continue to caress her with my penis. I moved along side her again, by this time my cock was leaving a trail of pre-cum that Angelina quickly captured with her hands following along behind me, using it to massage into Theresa's already tender skin.

When I reached her shoulder, Angelina had moved back behind her, working her thighs in anticipation of my arrival near her reddened ass. Once again just before my prick touched the firm surface of her buttocks, Angelina's hand came crashing down in an even harder slap that before, followed quickly by another in rapid succession.

"SMACK! SMACK!"

Theresa groaned, as did I.

I'd begun to move when Theresa once again lifted herself up. Angelina cautioned me to come around to the other side. I did so as Theresa lifted her long mane of hair, covering her face so that I could not see her expression as we exchanged places. Repeating the process exactly as it had been done before, after three specific hard slaps on that lovely ass had been administered, I wondered briefly what I was expected to do next. Angelina obviously knew however. She reached beneath Theresa, expecting from what I assumed to perform some sort of caressing touch to her pussy. By the look on her face however, some secret hidden signal that I did not see caused the stoic Angelina to look at me curiously, surprise clearly etched within her face.

"Come, stand beside me," she instructed in a no-nonsense tone of voice.

Taking my hand, she used both of hers by way of explanation. Spreading my fingers a part, she placed the tip of my index finger just inside the moist opening of Theresa's quim. Placing my middle finger at the opening of her ass, she pressed my hand cautiously against her, forcing the barest of penetrations in both openings. Only then did I feel Theresa move, though it wasn't with her body that she did. As though being fed by a pair of hungry sucking mouths, I felt both fingers slowly being gobbled up inside her as they began to slip smoothly, albeit slowly inch by inch as her pussy clenched, opened, and clenched again around my finger drawing it in. Likewise, her ass welcomed the intrusion into that private opening until I had buried both fingers as deeply as I could simultaneously into each.

The sensation was unbelievable! Her pussy was as liquid as wet sticky honey, clinging to my fingers ravenously. Her tight clenching ass just as wet, just as hungry around my middle finger as Angelina finally nodded her head towards me, motioning for me to begin the slow tantalizing finger-fuck of Theresa's inner reachings.

For long languid minutes I stood beside her, easing my fingers in and out of those incredibly warm, wet orifices. Hearing her barely audible moans of pleasure was the only measure that told me what I was doing was having the desired affect on her. The surprised I had seen in Angelina's face was still there as I manipulated Theresa's pussy and as though I'd been doing this all my life, instead of the first time I had ever performed such an act for anyone.

When she came, it was silently. Had it not been for the obvious additional flow of juices leaking out and around my fingers, I honestly wouldn't have known. With a suddenness that took me by surprise, she somehow expelled both fingers from inside her, slipping out with a popping sound that almost humorously embarrassed me rather than her as one might have expected.

One again flowing like water upon the table, she rolled, sitting up. With her hair still partially covering her face, I saw one of her hands suddenly emerge through the thick entanglement of her locks, clasping my prick within her strong firm hand. Glancing towards Angelina for some sort of direction, the look on her face was confused, almost hurting as Theresa drew me even closer towards her.

When Theresa began wrapping long separated strands of her hair around my prick I thought I would die! She caressed me briefly in this fashion, using her hair to further stimulate me, though at the moment, I felt my knees beginning to buckle, wondering if in fact I would be able to continue standing. When she finished wrapping my cock as though having prepared some sort of exotic delicacy to be eaten, she began moving her head backwards, the hair she'd so carefully woven about my member suddenly undoing itself in a methodical tease that threatened to yank the cum from my balls.

It was a pleasured pain that I experienced. So soft was the caress of her hair upon me, yet the tightness of it as it pulled along the length of my skin felt like rope, not quite burning the flesh, but fractioning it just to the point of pleasured agony.

"Fuck me," she said almost too softly. They were the first words since having spoken my name that I had heard come out of her mouth.

Slipping off the table, she turned facing it, presenting her tight firm ass towards me. Reaching behind herself, she spread the delicate pink opening of her ass for me to gaze at.

"Fuck my ass," she near whispered once again. "Angelina? You may lick my cunt!" she stated in a much firmer tone of voice.

Happily, Angelina scrambled down onto the floor between us, forcing me to straddle her as I bent to place the tip of my more than aroused cock at the tiny puckered opening that awaited me.

"Do NOT be timid," she spoke. "Fuck me, and fuck me hard until I say otherwise."

I didn't exactly ram my prick inside her ass, but as the head of my cock slipped through the tiny outer ring of her asshole, I continued onward with the press of my prick as it invaded the deepest recess of her anus.

Below, the sound of Angelina's mouth hungrily working away at Theresa's pussy added to the obscene thrill my mind was trying to comprehend. I felt the touch of one of Angelina's fingers as it pressed against my slowly thrusting cock, separated by the thinnest of membranes as her finger fucked Theresa's pussy, and my prick as it violated her ass.

"Harder!" she commanded.

Now I did begin ramming my cock inside her, pummeling her ass as quickly as it was possible for me to do. I could feel the fuck-butter churning, warning me well ahead of time of the eruption I would all too soon produce if we continued on at this pace.

Straining with the intense effort, I fought against the release that threatened to take away my sanity, the tightness of her ass clenching and unclenching with each and every thrust of my prick inside her.

Seconds later, I felt the moisture from her cunt exploding, drenching Angelina's face as she continued licking her sweet slit. Unlike before, this time she screamed in a wail that caught me momentarily off guard.

"Fill my ass with your cum!" she demanded. And as if on cue, I felt the head of my prick mushroom into orgasm, ribbon after ribbon of my spunk flooding the insides of her ass until having no place to go, it began backwashing itself out of her opening, spraying backwards matting itself in my own pubic hair as I emptied what was left of my climax inside her.

With a "plop", she expelled my prick even more easily than she had my fingers. Almost immediately, Angelina crawled from beneath her looking up expectantly.

"Clean him," Theresa told her.

Angelina smiled beatifically, looking towards me. I'd assumed from the obvious command that she had sent her for towels and soap perhaps. Instead, Angelina all but crawled towards me, lifting my cock as though it were some sort of fragile piece of art before wrapping her lips about its semi-flaccid length. Sucking the essence of my spending, which remained still coating my prick, Angelina bathed it with her mouth ensuring that each and every drop of my orgasm was removed. Only then did she present it for Theresa's inspection.

Satisfied, Theresa held out her hands towards me. "Come, lay upon the table," she spoke softly to me once again.

As I lay on the table face up, Theresa moved to one side, Angelina to the other. In a perfectly choreographed caress, long practiced by what I began to feel, the two women began to run their hands over my body, purposely avoiding my groin, though they came dangerously close to actually touching my now very limp prick. As the sensation of their hands upon me turned more and more needful, so did the same feeling begin to register inside my cock as it almost magically began to rise with renewed desire and arousal.

"He is ready Mistress," Angelina announced moments later.

This time she mounted me from above, straddling my cock with a quickness that took my breath away. Blanketed within her hair as it cascaded over me like a waterfall, I felt momentarily as though I really were drowning. The silkiness of her pussy enveloped me, devouring me in a series of explosive quick strokes that had her shuddering in ecstasy long before I was even aware it was happening. I could feel Angelina's soft hands kneading my balls, then the press of her delicate finger probing my ass. As she slipped her finger fully inside me, Theresa slid off my prick, turning immediately to place her exquisite lips around the head of my prick. As Angelina's fingers did things to my ass I'd never felt or experienced before, Theresa's mouth sought to tear the skin from my member as her teeth grazed my shaft with each upward pull from her mouth.

The scream I began hearing, was my own. Though I had only moments ago poured myself inside her, I found myself again succumbing to the mind-numbing pleasure of both women's administrations upon me. As whatever cum I had remaining jettisoned into her mouth, I felt Theresa taking all of it, though not swallowing until fully spent, she released me. Dutifully, Angelina cocked her head, lying it down next to me, mouth open. I watched through dazed eyes as Theresa slowly, purposely allowed the nectar from my prick to ooze from her lips, dropping down into the opening of Angelina's mouth. It reminded me briefly of a mother hawk feeding her young.

The sight of which was bizarre, certainly vulgar and obscene, yet would for me become the most erotic moment that I would ever remember experiencing for the rest of my entire life.

When it was all over, Theresa dressed as silently as she had undressed. Opening the door, she turned one last time to look in my direction as I remained glued, unable to move from atop of the table.

"Next week, bring a friend. But only to watch us," she said simply. Then turned and disappeared.

I looked towards Angelina.

"You are most favored," she stated in more than a degree of jealousy. "Do not jerk off or have intercourse the day before our next appointment," she admonished me. "She will want more of you the next time," she warned me.

Angelina soon after left herself, where I remained for a very long time attempting to recover. The sound of the door opening alerted me to the fact that I was no longer alone.

"Incredible isn't she?" Candy said stepping into the room.

I could only nod my head, too weak to speak, and unsure of what to say even if I could.

"She left you a thousand dollar tip at the front desk," Candy told me. "Split with the house, that's still a hell of a lot of money for one afternoon's session," Candy giggled.

"You're ok with all this?" I asked looking towards her.

Candy came over, kissing me. "Sex is sex baby. Love is love. We can have and enjoy both together. But don't worry about mixing business with pleasure. Or in this case, about NOT mixing it!" she said smiling lovingly at me.

"Now, when you've recovered a little more, would you mind doing me a favor?" she asked.

"Sure baby, what?" I managed to respond.

"Well, just knowing you where in here with her made me incredibly horny."

I groaned, but Candy calmed me. "All I want you to do is your ABC's for me, can you do that much at least?"

I laughed, sure baby. I can certainly do that much.

"Oh, one more thing though."

"What's that?"

"Would you mind doing it backwards?"

"Shit, I haven't tried that before, it might take me a lot longer to do it."

Candy was grinning, "That's the whole point," she said.

"Jesus H...there's that look again!" I said grinning back at her.

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