The Girl: Bonus Chapter Two
written by:
mcerotic

Someone asked me once how I write stories and I said that I came up with what I thought were interesting characters and then see where the story ended up. Sometimes, even I'm surprised. I thought I'd finished this story with the bonus chapter, but the characters had other ideas, so here is another bonus chapter, the final epilogue.

It was a couple of weeks earlier that we'd had an amazing weekend at my house. Sally, the woman from the plane, had come to a conference and it hadn't taken much effort to let me drive her back to my house. Meanwhile, Jasmine, the Chinese stripper, had come to visit the girl. Of course, with four people, there are a dozen combinations and we must have tried them all.

The girl caned Jasmine and sent her back to Chicago with a tiger-striped ass. To her surprise, Jasmine discovered that her tips doubled or tripled when men saw the stripes, and they all wanted her to dance for them. I assumed they wondered how they got there. Who caned her? Was she willing? How much did it hurt? That sort of thing. She realized that no matter how painful it was, she had to endure it every two or three weeks to keep the stripes looking fresh.

However, I had been paying some of Jasmine's tuition each month, and she had graduated as a molecular biologist. I decided, without telling either of the girls, that this would be the last time she got striped. It was time for her to give up her stripper life and get the first career job.

I had a friend who worked as something senior at Gilead in Seattle. I had no real idea exactly what they did, but I knew they were some sort of biotech.

"I've a favor to ask," I said, when I got him on the phone.

He laughed. "You want me to buy you lunch? Take you to a strip club?"

"I think I can manage that on my own. No, this is about employing someone."

"I can't just employ one of your friends sight-unseen."

"No, I know that. I just want to get her to start settling down. She's a molecular biologist, so it's not silly or anything. I just want you to make sure that she gets an interview. The worst that happens is that you waste a couple of hours of your engineers' time."

"Do you have her resume?"

"Not yet."

"When you do, send it direct to me. Not to HR. If it is vaguely plausible that we could hire her, then I'll make at least an interview happen. Who knows? If she is good, we might actually hire her. We're always looking for good technical people."

It was a weekday, so the girl and I were in the kitchen, passing through for coffee and perhaps a bagel or something, before going to our respective offices.

"Is it this weekend Jasmine is coming?" I asked.

"Yes. I'm looking forward to it."

"Make sure she brings her computer. I want her to print out her resume."

"Really? Why?"

"Because it's time for her to find a real job. I didn't pay her tuition for her to be a stripper. I realize she makes really good money but it won't last. She'll not get any cuter, shall we say."

"Are you going to rescue her too? Like you did me?"

"I didn't rescue you. I let you move in if you got a job here."

"It felt like being rescued. I was the damsel in distress stuck in a castle in Chicago, and you are the knight in shining armor who rode up and told me to move to your castle in Seattle."

I laughed. "Girls can be so romantic. Even computer scientists." I paused. "Is the castle big enough?"

She wondered for a moment what I might mean.

"You mean...you'd let Jasmine move in too? Rescue her too?"

"Would you like that?"

"Gosh yes. We're, like, soul-mates. Both such geeks. But she's really cute, I've got big boobs. So everyone's first impression is sexual. Even women. It's not just old men letching over us."

I laughed. "You both should be grateful you're attractive. If you were ugly then you'd only have your technical skills. And, let's face it, you wouldn't be living here. I wouldn't even have chatted you up in New York."

"I know. If my boobs were smaller, this story would never have started."

"Almost all of relations between the sexes can be explained by the fact that sperm is cheap and eggs are expensive."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that men want to have sex with all the pretty girls. Whereas girls want to keep themselves for the highest status male. Also, men don't care about female status, just attractiveness, whereas women are the other way around. That's why men care more about your breasts than your computer science degree."

"I suppose. I mean, it's true. I've just never thought about it explicitly."

"Plus it's why you, a cute 24-year old, are living with an old fogey like me who is reasonably rich. And why I'm thinking of having a second cute girl move into my harem. And why she will agree if I invite her. And why you don't mind, since I'm rich enough to support two of you."

"Wow. I'd never thought of it like that. What about Sally?"

"She's married. But I suspect her husband is nothing special. She's never mentioned him. So she's willing to cuckold him to mate with another high status male. It's all about babies, of course. Evolution didn't take birth control into account."

"I suppose evolution-wise, all three of us want to have you father our babies."

"Exactly. So do you want Jasmine to move in?"

"More than anything."

"Shall we give her her own room?"

"She can share mine. When it's just girls we sleep in there. When we want to mate with the high status male, we come to your room for the night."

"No," I said. "When the high status male wants to mate with you, you submit to his will."

She laughed. "Somehow I don't think the high status male will complain if either of the cute girls shows up for copulation." She paused. "Or to suck him off."

"Once I have her resume, I can at least guarantee an interview at Gilead. She can probably find more places, it's her area of expertise, not mine. But I know a VP there. In fact, get her to send you her resume. Maybe I can get her an interview on Monday."

"Oh thank you, thank you," the girls said. Then she got that evil glint in her eye. "Do you have time before you go?"

"I always have time for that."

She knelt down in front of me, unzipped me and got out my cock. It only took her a short time for her to get me hard. After living with me for a time, and sucking me almost daily, she knew just where all the most sensitive spots were.

She knew we both had to go to work, that she should make me finish as fast as she could. This was not the day for a long, slow, leisurely suck. She started to move her head up and down, applying just the right amount of pressure with her tongue and her lips. I felt my impending orgasm swelling up inside me like a balloon inflating. And then it burst. She moved her tongue in the perfect way as she milked my cum from my cock. She didn't spill a drop, of course. Finally, she stood up again and swallowed it.

"I love sitting at my desk at Amazon," she said, "with that taste still in my mouth. It's the taste of how much you changed my life. It feels like a betrayal if I clean my teeth afterwards. It'll last all the way until lunchtime."

"You are such a girly girl sometimes. You can even make the taste of cum sound romantic."

The planets aligned, so Jasmine was flying out from Chicago on Friday evening, and would spend the weekend with us, then she had an interview on Monday. I didn't expect her to get the job, I just wanted to jolt her out of her stripper mindset and make her realize that she needed to apply for real jobs. She wouldn't make vice-president before she was 40 if she didn't start now.

I sent the girl to the airport to fetch Jasmine. After all, she was more the girl's girlfriend than mine, even though I knew I could have her whenever I wanted. It was the girl's bed she would share if she got a job, mine she would just visit.

They arrived back at the house. I opened a bottle of wine and we sat around the counter in the kitchen drinking.

"You need to get a bit of avuncular advice," I said to Jasmine. "You make good money as a stripper. Probably more than you will make if you get an entry-level job in a biotech lab. But I'm not going to charge you rent, so it won't matter. You'll be pretty well off for a 22-year old. Plus the stripper job only works when you are young and at maximum cuteness."

"I know," she said. "I'm ready to go to the next stage in my life. At least I'll be able to stop lying to my parents about what I do."

"You may have to start lying about where you live though."

"Oh gosh yes. They would not approve of my future living arrangements. Sharing a bed with a girl. Sharing a house with an older man who is not going to give them grandchildren."

"So do you and the girl want to go to your room, or do you want to visit mine?"

"Oh wow, it sounds so wonderful when you say ‘your room', for where I might be living soon/ Not the girl's room that I just visit."

I was pleased that she was so happy and keen to move in. I knew that she would move heaven and earth to find a job in Seattle now, the lure of all that cash from stripping was not going to hold her back.

"Go and make love to the girl. She's been dying for it all week. Then tomorrow morning, when you wake up, bring a pot of coffee and your body to my room. Leave the girl behind. It'll be my first time alone with you."

"Not the last, I hope."

"When you move in, there will be lots of times, both with and without the girl."

The two girls went off upstairs. "Leave the door ajar," I called after them. "I like to hear your happiness."

I found my Kindle and sat and read for a while. Every so often I would hear the distant sound of an orgasm from upstairs as the girls pleasured each other. It wasn't that long ago that I lived on my own. Then, somewhat against my better judgment, I invited the girl to live with me and it worked out better than I could have imagined. Now I was inviting a second girl to live with me. Jasmine wasn't a very assertive woman, so I was sure she would work out well too. I poured myself a whisky and took it up to my bedroom. It was unusual for me to be alone in my bed. On a normal night, the girl slept in my bed, even if we didn't have sex. She would shower and brush her teeth in her own bathroom, then walk naked to my room and get into my bed. In the morning, she would go back to her room to get dressed since her clothes were in the closet there.

In the morning, I stirred when I smelled fresh coffee. Jasmine walked in with a tray holding a pot of coffee and two mugs. She was wearing panties and a T-shirt. She put the tray down beside the bed, poured the coffee. Then peeled off her T-shirt, pushed down her panties, and got into bed naked.

"This feels special," she said. "Having you to myself."

"Good. I don't want you to feel that you're only the girl's girlfriend. You're mine too."

"You know I'm falling in love with you. Both of you."

"I know. It's fine. If you live with us, it's better that way."

"But...well, I don't know much about love. I'm young. But I've never seen a movie like this. They are all girl meets boy. Not girl meets girl and boy. Have you lived like this before?"

"No," I said. "I'm as clueless as both of you. We'll have to figure it out as we go. But the journey is part of the reward."

"Will you make love to me? I mean, I know it's the same thing, but I don't want to feel you're fucking me. I want to feel your desire for me to move in with you."

"Come here and kiss me then."

She rolled across the bed and I wrapped my arms around her petite body. Our lips met and our tongues found each other. She put one of her legs over me. I could feel her crotch pressed against my thigh, feel her gently rubbing herself on me. I caressed one of her breasts, rubbing the nipple until it was hard and then pinching it until it was ever harder. She started to let out little sighs of pleasure as she got more and more aroused. I reached down and slid my finger through her silky Asian hair to the top of her slit. Then I slipped my finger into her cleft. She was already very wet. I slipped my finger up and down between her labia, for now teasing her by avoiding both her clit and the entrance to her hole.

Finally I let my fingertip graze her clit. She gasped at the surprise touch, the feelings of arousal that I knew would be radiating out from between her legs. I slipped back down and this time I let my fingertip just penetrate her.

"Oh yes," she sighed. "You know just where to touch me."

I fingered her a little as she got wetter and wetter. Finally I rolled her onto her back. She opened her legs as I moved over her. I positioned my cock at her entrance and it went into her so easily it was almost as if she sucked me in.

"Welcome back," she sighed.

"Come and live here. Then you can have my cock whenever you want."

"Yes. I've never had anyone but you, and I have no wish to."

I started to move. She pulled her knees right up so that I went really deep into her body. She let out a little gasp each time I thrust into her. She reached down between our bodies and gently touched herself, a little extra stimulation to get herself there.

"Oh yes, I'm going to cum. For you."

"Yes, cum for me."

Her body suddenly stiffened, I felt her cunt clamp onto my cock hard, and then she was flooded with joy. Her face and the upper part of her body down to the tops of her breasts flushed red. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was a big smile of pleasure, the gasps she was making left no doubt that she was lost in a world of her own ecstasy.

I rolled us both onto our side while staying inside her. It is a very comfortable position where I can fuck for ages, nobody's really taking any weight on anything. I started to move again. She came down from the heights of her orgasm and opened her eyes.

"That was perfect," she said.

"Squeeze me," I said. "Make me cum."

She tightened the muscles in her vagina on my cock. It felt so good, both physically because it made her so tight, and emotionally since she was making love to me with her body.

"I'm close," I said.

"I'm on birth control," she said. "Cum in me."

I did. A few more leisurely thrusts and I felt the first warm jet spurt deep into the Chinese girls body.

"Oh, I can feel your love, your invitation," she sighed as my cock jerked again and again and I pumped into her cunt.

We lay there like that. I was still inside her, gradually going soft. Finally I moved away and held her in my arms.

"Thank you," she said. "That really felt like you were somehow inviting me to live here through your cock. I know that sounds silly."

Finally, we sat up in bed and drank the cooling coffee that she'd brought. I'd not really been serious when I told her to bring coffee in the morning, but I loved that she'd done it anyway.

It took several more interviews, but eventually Jasmine got a job in Seattle. She got her one-way ticket from Chicago and without any real fuss or ceremony, I was suddenly living with two girls in their early 20s. In some ways, a fantasy come true.

We really did live together too. Most days we would eat breakfast together before going to our respective work. Sometimes one or both of the girls would spend the night in my bed. If it was a weeknight we often wouldn't even have sex, just share the same bed all night.

If we were all around in the evening, we would watch a few shows, cuddling together on the sofa, taking turns at who was in the middle. The girl jammed the door to their room wide open. She liked the idea that I could hear their joy, and that I could walk in at any time if I wanted to participate. No secrets.

A few weeks later I was wondering what Sally was up to. As if two girls were not enough. Since she was married, I'd promised I'd never text her out of the blue, it was too risky. As if she had read my mind, she texted me.

"i just got an account in seattle added to my territory. i have to visit once a month"

"when is the first time?

"next week"

"we'll christen the bed in your new room"

"i have a room?"

"you weren't going to stay in a hotel, were you?"

She arrived the following week. Since it was the first of her regular visits, I decided to be a nice guy and I picked her up at the airport. I wanted her to feel like my girlfriend. Or one of them, anyway. It wasn't a secret that I lived with two other girlfriends. Neither of us was going to pretend that they were not younger and hotter than her. But I had a special soft spot for Sally. Young girls are immature and it is nice to have some maturity for a change. Plus, I'd never have either of those younger girls in my house if it wasn't for Sally, she was where the story started.

We arrived at the house and I showed her to one of the small, unused bedroom in my house.

"This is your room," I said. "When you come to Seattle you can always sleep here, even if I'm away. Or for some reason you don't come to my bed. Plus you have your own bathroom and closet if you want to leave some clothes here so you don't have to bring stuff every time. It's like the girls. They have their own room too."

"Oh wow," she said. "It's like I live here."

"When you visit Seattle, you do live here. You're my girlfriend. Do you want to try your bed?"

"Now. Totally."

"Are you ready for anal?"

"Really? I didn't enjoy it that much that one time. But I loved doing it for you. If you want to do it, I want to do it."

I kissed her. I reached down and undid the button on her pants. I spun her around and pulled her pants down. I was pleased she wasn't wearing panties for me, so her ass was bare. I decided to have her like that, only slightly undressed.

"Lie on the bed," I said. "Face down of course."

She moved onto the bed and lay there, fully clothed from the waist up, her pants and panties only pulled down far enough to expose her ass. I reached into my pocket and got out a small bottle of lube that I'd put there before going to the airport. I squirted a little onto my fingers and pushed a single finger between the cheeks of her ass and found the tight little hole. I'd taken her there in New York as payment for letting her wear panties to dinner. It had been her first and only time doing anal sex.

"Oh gosh, that still feels weird. Not bad, just weird."

I pushed my finger into her. "You'd better relax."

She laughed. "That's easy for you to say. It's not your asshole."

I pushed a second finger in. I didn't want to hurt her but I didn't want to take forever either. She gasped at the intrusion.

"Rub your clit, it'll help," I said. She slipped her hand down under her body and, although I couldn't see, I could sense she was touching herself.

Once my fingers started to move easily I moved over Sally's ass. I dripped a little lube onto the end of my cock, pressed it against her asshole and pushed. Slowly, but firmly. Her body resisted at first, she gasped, and then her asshole yielded.

"Oh fuck that's intense," she gasped as my cockhead vanished into her.

"Remember you love to do it for me."

"I do. You'd better fucking enjoy it enough," she gasped. "It's borderline painful."

I pushed forward and gradually worked more and more of my cock into her ass. Her gasps started to soften as her body relaxed and she genuinely started to enjoy it for herself not for me.

I looked up. I hadn't done it deliberately, but I'd not shut the door to Sally's room. The girl and Jasmine were standing in the doorway watching. This was not a house with many secrets.

I started to fuck Sally harder. I thought of beckoning to the two girls to come and join in but I decided I'd have Sally to myself, and they could watch. Once I finished in her, the girls could take over, strip Sally's clothes off, and give her their own brand of pleasure.

I never last long with anal, the asshole is so tight on my cock, plus the little taboo aspect makes it hotter. I felt my body tighten ready to fire my seed into Sally's rectum, and then I felt the first squirts as I pumped cum into her.

I looked up. The two girls had their hands in their pants and were shamelessly masturbating as they watched.

So that was going to be my life for the foreseeable future. Jasmine and the girl living with me, just down the hall from my bedroom, available whenever I wanted. Plus an older married woman who would stay with me every month. When I first chatted up Sally on the plane a couple of years before, who knew where the story would end?

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