The Girl: Bonus Chapter
written by:
mcerotic

This story has a long history. The girl first appeared in a story called "On the Plane" along with Sally. Then I wrote a series of chapters about the girl but it took forever to write the last chapter. So when I did, I assembled an omnibus edition that has been sitting as the #1 story on top stories for weeks. I got lots of comments that Sally needs to come back and Jasmine needs to visit too. So finally they do. Enjoy.

The girl had been living with me for months. Winter changed to summer, although in Seattle you can never go too long without a little rain.

I'd finally found out that her name was Hetta, but I still thought of her as "the girl" and when you live with someone you don't use her name much anyway. But at least when she met one of my friends or colleagues, I could introduce her. I could see the jealousy in their eyes, wishing that they too were living with an attractive 24-year old girl. And nobody, men or women, could keep from checking out her breasts.

One morning while we were both at work, the girl texted me from Amazon: "jasmine just texted me," she said.

"what did she say?"

"she said she just graduated"

"do you want to invite her for the weekend?"

"of course"

Somewhat to my own surprise, I'd been faithful to Hetta since she moved in. I said I'd keep sex to business trips and be discreet, but in fact I'd never even done that. I guess she'd got under my skin more than I realized. I'm sure that one day Hetta and I would try and find another girl to play with, but for those first few months we were enough for each other. But Jasmine was different.

"i'll buy her plane tickets as a graduation present"

It was mid-afternoon when the girl sent me flight details. Jasmine would be arriving on Friday evening.

My phone vibrated again and I glanced at it to see what the girl had forgotten. But to my surprise, it was Sally. She was the woman I'd met on the plane the day before we'd picked up the girl in a New York bar. She was married and I had been her first indiscretion.

"i'm going to a conference in seattle," she texted.

"when?"

"monday to wednesday. but i arrive next saturday"

"come and stay at my house"

"i'm married, i can't"

"you were married in new york"

"that was a one-off. but i'd like to meet you for dinner"

"where are you staying?"

"hilton near the conference center"

I made dinner reservations near there and texted her the details. I decided that I'd let Jasmine and the girl have dinner on their own that evening, and I'd have dinner with Sally. After all, Sally had no idea that the girl lived with me. To Sally, she was just a girl we'd picked up in a bar and had a bit of fun with for a couple of nights, before she flew back home.

I was pretty sure that Sally wanted more than dinner, but being a woman, and a married woman at that, she couldn't say so. It had to "just happen" like that first time on the plane. I'd have to do the heavy lifting, but all being well I'd be in her room on Saturday night. And, perhaps she'd come back to my house on Sunday, and get the surprise of her life when the girl was there. The first pussy she'd ever licked, probably the only one. She'd get a second surprise when she discovered that I had another girl staying, a cute Chinese stripper, perhaps the second pussy of her life that she'd get to encounter. I felt my cock twitch at the thought of Sally licking Jasmine's little brown pussy.

On Friday, I couldn't get off work early so I let the girl pick up Jasmine at the airport. One of the first things that she'd done after getting the Amazon job was to buy herself her first car, since she hadn't needed one in Chicago.

When I got home, I opened the front door. There were shoes and socks lying on the floor. Beyond that were a couple of tops, the blouse that the girl had been wearing that morning, a sweatshirt that I presumed Jasmine must have worn on the plane. On the stairs were two bras, a large one that I knew was the girl's, and a much smaller one that was all that Jasmine's small breasts needed. A tiny thong. On its own. Jasmine's. The girl would have taken her panties off in the office before she left, as she did every day. Her pussy was always bare at home.

I walked into the bedroom. All the lights were on. The two girls were asleep in each other's arms under the bedcover. I slipped off my own clothes and got into the bed on Jasmine's side, so that she would be between the girl and me. She stirred.

"Oh...hi," she said quietly.

"Did you have fun?"

"We did."

"Have you been with a girl since last time you...played with us?"

"No," she said.

"And have you had a cock in you since that day?"

"No. Just you. You're the only one. But..."

"But you want it again?"

"I do. I can feel it all hard against my ass already."

She pushed her body back against mine, so that my cock lay along the crack of her ass, nestling against her cheeks. The girl rolled onto her back, a short distance away from us across the bed, her eyes still closed.

"So what did you do to Hetta?"

She gasped. "You know her name?"

"I do. But I still think of her as just the girl."

"I didn't really do anything to Hetta. She did it all to me."

"She stripped you in the hall and on the stairs?"

"Yes. But she tore her own clothes off too. We were naked by the time we got to the bedroom."

"She looks good naked."

"Those breasts...so unlike my own."

"Plus they're real."

"Yes, I know. So unlike the strippers too. I didn't think I liked large breasts until I encountered non-plastic ones. When I danced for her that first evening."

I moved my body a little so that my cock moved off her ass and between her thighs. She pushed herself back a little so that my cockhead was just knocking on the door of her pussy. I could feel the soft fleshiness of her lips.

"So she licked you?"

"Eventually. But first she dangled her breasts over my mouth and made me kiss her nipples. She said she was my master this weekend."

"It'll be an experience."

I pushed my hips forward and I felt the knob of my cock slip inside the Chinese girl's cunt.

"Oh gosh," she said. "It's been so long. I've almost forgotten what it feels like."

"You feel special too. I've not had sex with anyone except the girl. I've been a good boy."

"Is it OK? She'll notice when she wakes up. That we're fucking."

I laughed. "It's fine. Playing together like this is fine. When we invited you out for the weekend we knew...even though neither of us said anything...we knew we'd both fuck you." I pushed my cock in deeper, and started to move it a little back and forth. "She already did. Now it's my turn."

"She did. She pushed me onto my back and forced my legs apart." Jasmine laughed. "Well, forced is the wrong word. They just sprung open. In seconds her tongue was in there."

"I bet you were moaning."

"You're probably right. I don't really know. I was way too aroused the think. I must've had at least a couple of orgasms. Maybe three or four."

"Lucky girl."

"Yes. A gourmet meal. A tasting menu."

"You mean compared to touching yourself?"

"Mmm. That's like ramen. Hetta is like...I don't know...like Peking duck...and steamed fish...and Sichuan noodles...all my favorites." She laughed. "Sometimes she's luscious, sometimes she's hot and spicy."

I pushed the rest of my length into her. She let out a little whimper of pleasure. I reached under her body with one hand and started to rub one of her large nipples. I put my other hand on her hip and started to fuck her, slowly but firmly, sliding the entire length of my cock almost out of her and then sliding it fully in like a sword into a scabbard.

The girl stirred and opened her eyes. She pushed the covers back so that she could watch. Jasmine reached out and caressed one of the girl's large breasts, flicking her thumb across the nipple, smaller and pinker than her own.

"Do you like watching?" I asked the girl.

"I do. I suppose I should feel jealous or something."

I laughed. "You already had her."

"But you weren't watching us."

"I will later. When you lick her again."

"I'll make her lick me. I know you'd like to see that."

"Totally. Plus I know you'd like to try it again. A girl, instead of me."

The girl leant forward and kissed Jasmine. I watched the two women's tongues playing as I started to fuck Jasmine a little faster. She let out little whimpers of pleasure, the cock in her pussy, hands on her breasts, a tongue in her mouth, sensory overload.

"Open your legs," the girl said.

"Why?" said Jasmine.

"I want to see it. His cock. Inside you. It's hot to see."

Jasmine lifted up the top leg so that the girl could watch her being fucked, see her lover's cock sliding in and out of our Chinese friend's pussy. A pussy that was no longer virgin but hadn't experienced a lot either. Hetta reached down and used the tip of one finger to rub Jasmine's clit.

"Oh yes," Jasmine sighed. "That's perfect. Make me cum." She paused. "Both of you, I mean."

I started to fuck her a little harder and Jasmine rolled her finger around a little faster. Jasmine's gasps of pleasure got louder and stronger. Her body tightened up as her orgasm approached.

"Cum for us," the girl said. She moved from kissing Jasmine and took one of her nipples into her mouth. She gently nibbled on it. After a moment, she lifted her mouth clear of the Chinese girl's breast.

"Cum now," she said loudly, a direct order. She bit down hard on Jasmine's nipple. Jasmine screamed in surprise, or maybe pain. The girl roughly rubbed her clit. I thrust into her as hard as I could. It was as if a switch had been thrown. Jasmine's body jerked and started to shake.

"Oh yes, oh yes. Don't stop. Oh fuck it's strong."

I fucked her and the girl fingered her as her body burned with pleasure. Neither of us stopped until the girl lay almost limp and exhausted between us.

I pulled out of Jasmine. The girl moved further down the bed and took my cock into her mouth between Jasmine's thighs, her cheek pressed against the other girl's pussy lips.

The girl had seen me cum so many times she knew just how close I was. She moved her tongue to the most sensitive spot and teased it in a way that always made me finish.

"Oh yes," I said as I felt my climax begin, felt the first warm jet spurt into her mouth.

Jasmine recovered from her orgasm, looked down and watched the scene unfolding between her legs as the girl sucked the essence of my orgasm out of me.

"Don't swallow," Jasmine said. "Share it with me."

The girl moved up the bed. Jasmine rolled onto her back. The girl let a long dribble of my cum fall from her own mouth into Jasmine's while I watched. Then she bent down and the two women kissed again, swirling their tongues around in the creaminess. Finally, they both swallowed before they returned to kissing and touching each other's breasts.

Soon, the two women were asleep again in each other's arms. I slipped out of the bed. I went back to the front door and gathered up the trail of clothes and put them on a chair in the bedroom. I went back downstairs.

I was hungry, and I assumed the girls would be when they awoke. While the dinner was cooking I laid the table and opened a bottle of wine. Since there were still no signs of life from upstairs, I took three wineglasses and the bottle up. I was only halfway up the stairs when I hear the familiar sounds of the girl approaching orgasm.

"Lick me harder, you little bitch," I heard the girl say. "Yes, there, get your tongue up my fuck-hole. Make me cum."

I put the glasses and wine on a table and stood in the doorway watching my own personal porno movie as Jasmine's head was between the girl's outspread legs. Of course from that angle I couldn't see any details of what was going on, but Jasmine's black hair, tied in a ponytail, was moving up and down and I knew her tongue was between the girl's familiar pussy lips, pushing into her cunt, licking her clit.

"Yeah, there. Fuck my clit with your tongue you little Asian bitch. Not fast enough. I want to cum now, not tomorrow."

Suddenly the girl's dirty-talk persona evaporated.

"Perfect," she said. "Now just keep doing that...oh yes...I'm there."

Jasmine's head continued moving as the girl thrust her hips up against her face, as if she was trying to suck the other girl's tongue. As the girl's climax overwhelmed her body, her hips thrust rhythmically against her Chinese friend's mouth, as if she was fucking her. In fact she was moving around so much that it was clear Jasmine was having a hard time keeping her tongue on Hetta's pussy.

The girl lay there with Jasmine between her legs, panting and getting her breath back. I started to clap my hands. Jasmine leapt up in surprise, totally unaware that I'd come back upstairs. The girl lifted her head, not bothering to close her legs which meant that she was lying there exhibiting her pussy, a very clinical view, except that it glistened in the light with the wetness of Jasmine's saliva and the nectar of her own orgasm.

The girl moved to one side of the bed, and Jasmine moved up the bed. I picked up the glasses and gave each girl a glass of wine, and then slid onto the bed again, Jasmine between us as usual. The girl and I could play with each other's bodies any time we wanted. Jasmine was the special pleasure for the weekend.

We drank our wine, had dinner and relaxed in front of the TV. Netflix and chilling in the literal sense. We didn't need euphemisms for sex.

"The bed's a bit small for us all to sleep," I said.

"Come and share mine," the girl said.

"You've your own bed? You don't sleep together?"

"Normally we do. But I have my own room too, with its own bed. I've only used it when I've been sick, to be honest. Until now."

"You've never had sex in it?"

"Nope."

"Then that's something that we need to fix this weekend."

The girl laughed. "Come and see it."

The two women went upstairs and I flicked idly through the TV channels. I wasn't expecting them to reappear, I assumed they had gone to bed, maybe for more sex but probably just to be girls sleeping over together. Eventually I went up, showered and got into bed alone.

I was dozing half-asleep in the morning, wondering if I should make breakfast for the girls, when I heard the swoosh of a cane, the smack of it against flesh, and a scream. I didn't need to go to the dungeon room to know that the girl was caning Jasmine. She'd told me how much she wanted to do it, even felt guilty about it since Jasmine had done nothing wrong, the girl just wanted to indulge a fantasy. Maybe it was because she was Asian, but the girl wanted Jasmine to go home with tiger stripes.

I opened the door to the dungeon room. Jasmine was bent over one of the wooden horses, her legs held in place with thick leather straps, her wrists handcuffed together behind her back. Her ass was completely exposed, the russet lips of her pussy framed by her pale thighs. The girl was standing, also naked, holding a long bamboo cane. As I watched, a red weal appeared on Jasmine's ass from the first stroke that I'd heard earlier.

"OK?" the girl said.

"I thought I didn't get any say in the matter. You're going to cane me anyway."

"You don't. If I want to cane you then you have to grit your teeth and take it. Here comes the second stroke."

The girl lifted the cane high, which showed off her large breasts nicely, then brought it down. It sliced noisily through the air and then even more noisily onto Jasmine's ass cheeks. There was a pause before Jasmine felt the pain, and then she cried out. Gradually a second red stripe appeared on her ass.

While the girl paused, letting the pain subside between strokes for greater effect, she reached over and grabbed my cock. She started to stroke me.

"You need to get hard," she said. "So you can fuck her when I'm done with her."

I felt my cock starting to harden. She let go so she could give Jasmine her third stroke.

"Go and shove your cock in her mouth," she said to me. "Get him hard you little slut," she told Jasmine. I moved and put my cock between her lips where her head was off the other end of the wooden horse. She started to use her tongue to get me hard.

Hetta lifted the cane again and brought it down with the terrifying swoosh and the painful sound as it struck Jasmine's ass cheeks. She jerked her mouth on my cock but she couldn't really cry out. Instead, tears started to run down her cheek.

"How many is that?" the girl said.

Jasmine lifted her head of my cock for a moment. "Three, master."

"And how many did I say I'm going to give you?"

"Five, master."

"Is he hard yet?"

"Nearly, master."

"Suck him more then."

She lowered her head and took me back into her mouth. The cane went up and came down again. I could feel the impact through my cock.

"Fuck her mouth," the girl said to me. "Hard. I want to hear her gag."

I started to thrust my hips, pushing my cock deeper into the Chinese girl's mouth. I could feel my cockhead in the back of her throat. I pushed a little deeper and the girl got her wish as Jasmine's body resisted and she gagged on my cock.

Hetta chose that moment for the next stroke. The cane sliced through the air. Jasmine would have cried out if my cock hadn't pretty much blocked her mouth completely. Instead a muffled grunt was all that emerged. I pulled my cock out and Jasmine gasped for breath.

"Push it in deep," the girls said. "I want your cock down her throat for the last stroke."

I put my hands on her head and pushed my cock hard. I felt the tightness of her throat around my cock and I pushed harder, forcing my knob into her throat. I held it there, sensing that she couldn't breathe. Jasmine brought the cane down, probably as hard as she could. The sound alone was terrifying. The can sliced through the air. I felt Jasmine's whole body jerk at the impact, pushing my cock even deeper inside. With her cock in her throat, she couldn't scream, but she probably would have done otherwise. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and she gasped for breath, sobbing quietly.

"Now fuck her," the girl told me.

I moved behind Jasmine and positioned by cock between her coffee-colored lips. Even before I entered her, I could tell that she was dripping wet. Somehow, the pain of being caned also led to intense arousal. I pushed my hips forward and watched as the pale shaft of my cock started vanishing into the Asian's cunt.

Suddenly the girl's cane swooshed through the air. I felt the sting on my ass. My body reacted automatically, thrusting my hips forward, burying my cock completely in Jasmine's cunt. She screamed in surprise at the sudden assault, as my thick cock invaded her tight pussy.

The girl kept caning me so I kept fucking Jasmine hard. I knew that was what she wanted, and she was in charge of the other girl for the weekend. But despite being a stripper she wasn't on birth control."

"I can't come in her," I said. "She's not on the pill."

"You'll fuck her in the ass then," the girl said. "You can come in there."

"Get her ready then," I said.

I pulled out of her. That room had its share of toys. The girl grabbed a medium sized dildo and without any warning shoved it into Jasmine's ass. She screamed in surprise, or pain, or both.

"You can take it you little Chinese fucker," the girl said as she moved the dido in and out. "Get ready for him."

"It's too much, master."

"You can take it," she said. "You're a good slave."

She pulled the plastic cock out of Jasmine. "Fuck her," she said.

She grabbed a bottle of lube off the shelf and squirted it all over my cock. With her hand she stroked me. She pulled me forward by my cock until the head of my cock was against Jasmine's asshole.

I put pressure on the tight ring. It resisted, strongly at first, and then gradually yielded and started to open up. The girl couldn't wait and once again there was a swoosh and my ass lit up with pain. And once again my hips jerked forward out of my control. The girl screamed as my knob vanished into her ass.

"Yeah, get it in there," the girl said.

I moved my cock back and forth, but Jasmine's ass was now distended enough that I didn't have to try to hard and more and more of my shaft vanished into her. I started to fuck her, gently at first and then more firmly. Jasmine's shrieks of pain gradually changed to moans.

"Tell me when you are about to cum," the girl said.

"I'm close."

She grabbed the cane again and we ended up in a flurry of activity. Not the girl, of course, she was strapped down immobile. My cock was jerking inside her, squirting cum deep into her rectum. The girl was frenziedly caning me as I orgasmed.

Finally, the girl stopped. I pulled out. The girl undid the buckles and freed up the stripper.

"Did you have a safeword?" I asked the girl.

"What's that?"

"You're not allowed to bring a girl in this room again without a safeword. I'm serious."

She looked away. It was the first time I'd told her off about something serious. "I'll explain it all later," I said quietly. "I'm not cross with you. You didn't know what a safeword was because I didn't teach you. I'm cross with myself."

We all went and showered, and got dressed and then sat around the table in the kitchen eating breakfast, as if in a scene from some domestic sitcom. Except for the conversation.

"How was it?" I asked Jasmine.

"Intense. Extreme."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"At the time it was difficult. So extreme I couldn't have told you whether I was loving it or hating it."

"Did you like anal?"

"I don't know. It was all mixed up with everything else. Can I put in a request?"

"Anal?"

"Yes, but...like...in bed. Like normal sex except in the other hole. I want to experience it properly."

"I'll do you before you go back home," I said.

"I'm not sure I trust her to be there though. She might get savage again."

"She's a tough master," I said.

"She's the perfect slave," the girl said.

"You two need to make love again. You took Jasmine way out of her comfort zone, now you need to bring her back inside it."

"OK," the girl said.

"I'll be back late. I'm going to have dinner with Sally."

The girl gasped. "The Sally from New York?"

"Yes. I'll try and get her back here."

"Who's she?" Jasmine asked.

"The first time I went to bed with him, in New York, he already had a woman that he'd picked up on the plane. Sally."

"Your first time with him was a threesome?"

"Yours was too."

Jasmine laughed. "I'd forgotten. And that was my very first time. I lost my virginity during a threesome. I guess that doesn't happen too often."

I left the girls for the day to do girly stuff. Mostly sit around chatting the way women do. I had some errands to run.

That evening I went to the restaurant to meet Sally. I got there a little early and so I was sitting at the bar when she arrived, like we had done several times in New York when we had our first weekend together. I'd get back from the conference, chat up whoever was there, then she would arrive later and we'd see how things would work out. That was how we got the girl up to our room, already with no bra or panties.

I didn't see her arrive and so I didn't know she was there until she said "Hi."

I got up, gave her a chaste hug and a kiss on the cheek. Even though we'd fucked, we were in public. The conference hadn't started yet so she was casually dressed, in smart black pants, a sweater to resist the cool Seattle weather. Tight enough to show her breasts off without being obvious.

I looked down at her crotch as if I was trying to tell if she was wearing panties.

She laughed. "Sorry," she said. "I am. I thought about taking them off for old times' sake, but under pants what's the point."

"The point is that you do it for me. And you know you are doing it for me. It's not a big deal, but I'm disappointed in you."

"Oh shit. Now I feel guilty. I should have done it. It's only a silly little thing."

"I know. But that's like saying sex is just a bodily function."

"Well, it is."

I laughed. "True. But it's not quite on the same level as having a pee."

"I've been here about 2 minutes and already you have me talking about sex."

"You haven't talked about sex since we were together?"

"Apart from with my husband? I don't think so."

We were shown to our table and ordered what we wanted to eat. Sally went to the restroom while we were waiting for our appetizers.

"Thank you," I said. I was confident she had done it.

"I did it for you. At least there's not a sharpie...you know."

I laughed. "I'm sure the restaurant can find one."

We chatted about her life, and mine, and the conference.

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" she asked. It's always good if a woman asks that, it shows some level of interest.

"I've got an application form somewhere."

She laughed. "I'm married."

"I do temporary membership."

"I know."

"Are you considering it?"

"Don't make me admit it. I'm a woman. Where ‘I'm not having sex with you' means I am, and ‘I'm thinking about it' mean means no fucking way. You didn't answer my question."

I decided to tell her. "I have a surprise for you. The girl lives with me."

"Really? You're kidding me."

"No. She got a job at Amazon and moved in."

"She's like...a zillion years younger than you."

"Yup. Totally inappropriate. My friends are so jealous. They all want a 24 year old with huge breasts."

"This isn't a trick, right? You tell me the girl is living with you, so you can get me back to your house."

"I think I can get you back to my house without having to trick you."

"You are so arrogant."

"Exactly. A little arrogance is attractive in a man."

"Shit. Now I've got to come. I'm not even going to pretend. I knew I would anyway, but I didn't want to admit it to myself. I wanted to be able to blame you for seducing me again. But now the girl is there too, I can't pretend I have the slightest intention of staying away."

We had our dinner, but neither of us were interested in dessert, or coffee or lingering around. We wanted to get back.

"You don't have a car, I assume."

"No. I just got Uber from the airport."

"I'll drive you."

We arrived at my house. Outside the front door I turned her to face me. I leaned forward and we kissed. I gently pressed my hand to her crotch and rubbed her lightly.

"I'm going to check later," I said.

She laughed. "I know. I want to show you. Again."

We went in. The two girls were watching TV in the living room. The girl leapt up and ran and hugged Sally.

"I can't believe you're here," she said.

"What's more surprising is that you're living here," Sally replied.

Jasmine got up. Obviously while I'd been out, the girl had explained the whole story of being with Sally for a couple of nights in New York a year or so earlier.

"This is Jasmine," I said. "She lives in Chicago. She's staying for the weekend."

I could see a flash of doubt across Sally's face as to whether a visitor was going to be a problem.

"Don't worry, she's the girl's toy this weekend."

Obviously Jasmine had given her some orders, since she got up, came and knelt on the floor in front of Sally and me. She lowered her head submissively.

"I'd be honored to lick you if you would like it."

"Oh my," Sally said, clearly a little embarrassed. "Maybe later." She turned to me. "You run a wild household."

"Sally and I are going to bed. You girls can come and join us after an hour or so. But the first time I want it to be just the two of us like in New York before we got the girl's underwear off. In the bar."

Jasmine gasped. "They undressed you in the bar?"

"No. They made me go to the restroom and take my bra and panties off, then come back to the bar. You've only got small breasts so it wouldn't be noticeable. But for me it is being close to being bare-breasted when I walk around in public with no bra. Everyone notices. Then they took me to their room a little bit later."

I took Sally's hand and led her up to the bedroom. The two of undressed as if we were a married couple and got into bed. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against me.

"Welcome," I said.

"I shouldn't say this, being married, but it's good to be back."

"If you ever come to Seattle again, I want you to stay with me. In my bed. No pretending that maybe you're going to be a good girl."

"I will, I promise. Will you make love to me?"

"Missionary? I know you like it."

"Yes. I know it's unadventurous. But it feels more like making love. Other positions are great. Doggy style. Going on top. Going on top facing away, my husband loves that since he can see it going in and out. They feel like hot sex. But missionary. You have no idea what it's like for a woman. You spread your legs and offer the most sensitive area of your body for the man to do what he wants. It makes you feel vulnerable and trusting and loved. Plus if you want it to feel more like fucking you pull your knees up to your chest."

"You'd better spread your legs then."

She laughed, rolled onto her back, and opened up her body for me. "Go for it boyfriend."

"You're married. You can't have a boyfriend too."

"I know. This is so not congruent with my beliefs about how I behave, what sort of person I am, how honest I am with my husband."

I moved between her legs. She held my cock and guided me into her.

"You're going to have the girl later too."

"I know. And probably that other girl. Jasmine, right? Oh, you feel so good."

"It feels extra special knowing you are married?"

"Really? I suppose it does for me to. I'm not meant to be doing it."

"Right. It's a bit like been a teenager when sex was all mysterious and illicit."

"Oh your cock feels good. Just go slowly, but with long strokes. That feels loving."

I did as instructed. I would pull my cock back until the knob was only just inside, then push back in again slowly all the way until I was completely buried in her body. It was wonderful for me too. I could go on all day like that, enjoying the feeling but not in danger of cumming. I would need to speed up for that.

"Keep going. I think you'll make me cum. Just don't break the rhythm. If I cum you can speed up a bit. Pump up my orgasm."

I laughed. "Yes, madam."

"You are such a guilty pleasure. I'm close. Don't stop."

I kept slowly sliding in and out of her. I could sense she was on the cusp and then she started to cum. I sped up. She gasped. I felt her pussy contract around my cock. She was moaning with joy. Her pussy was clenching on my cock. I was already close. It was all that was needed. I started to cum too, blasting jet after jet of thick cum into the depths of her cunt.

I pulled out and rolled to one side. She moved and lay on top of me, her breasts pressed onto my chest, her lips kissing me.

"That was perfect," she said.

We dozed in each other's arms. Suddenly the girl and Jasmine were in the bed too.

"Wake up," the girl said. "We need service round here."

"Lick Sally," I said. "She's not been with a girl since New York."

Jasmine and I moved to one side to give them space. A bed with four in is pretty crowded.

"Let me see your ass," I said to Jasmine.

The five strokes of the cane were largely separate so she did indeed look "tiger striped" as the girl had wanted.

"Is it OK?" she said.

"It's beautiful. The skin's not broken or anything. You don't need to take any special care of it. It will clear up in a week or so."

"Oh my god, I just thought of something. I'm going to have to go on stage like this. I hope they don't fire me."

"It's sexy."

"Well I hope the management thinks that too. Do you want me to suck you?"

"When has any man said ‘no' to that question?"

As Jasmine took my cock in her mouth I looked to the side. The girl was between Sally's thighs. I couldn't see from that angle but I knew her tongue was in Sally's pussy, teasing the folds, nudging the clit, maybe going inside a little, maybe even touching her asshole. Jasmine had got me nearly hard and started to take me deeper into her mouth, moving her lips up and down along my shaft, using her tongue to caress my cockhead. I reached over and rubbed Sally's breast so that the four of us felt connected.

"See if you can make Sally cum at the same time as Jasmine finishes me."

The girl lifted up her head. "Challenge accepted. But give me some idea how close you are."

"You hear me cum all the time. You don't need any extra information."

I actually did most of the work since I knew best how Sally sounded when she was close, and I could guide Jasmine with a hand on her head. As Sally got close I indicated Jasmine should take me deeper. We succeeded completely. As I heard the little noise that Sally made when her orgasm started, I also felt the first jet of cum shoot down my cock into the little Chinese stripper's mouth. The girl worked Sally's orgasm through its arc from start to finish, while Jasmine sucked me empty.

It would be a long night. There were a lot of combinations.

In the morning I took Sally back to her hotel and her conference. I took Jasmine to the airport to fly back to Chicago. I came back to a house. Back to just the girl and me. But I knew Sally would be back. I knew Jasmine would be back. There would be more depraved weekends.

It was in the middle of next week that the girl got a text from Jasmine. The girl showed me her phone. "omg you have no idea. at first i tried to hide the tiger stripes. but then i discovered the more men saw them the bigger my tips. i'm making twice as much money as before. you'll have to stripe me every couple of weeks"

"Can I invite her again next weekend?"

"You don't need to ask. This is your house too, you know. You live with me. You're not just visiting."

"I love you so much."

"I love you too Hetta," I said. Pretty much the only time I ever used the girl's name was when I told her I loved her.

That is truly the end this time. Don't forget to vote, the higher a story scores the more people read it.