Katie

 

I breathed a sigh of relief once my bedroom door was closed. Just me. Alone and in one piece. Albeit one slightly inebriated piece. Carl may be curt, and blunt, and really fucking intimidating, but he could sure pick a decent wine. I chalked up a point on his virtual scoreboard.

So far it went a little like this…

Rick. Score: 879. Hair, smile, tats, tongue bar, artistic, funny, nice chest, good hugs. Cool shoes. Dimples. Nerdy-chic. I opened my overnight bag and pulled out my satin slip. Tongue bar. That was worth at least a hundred points on its own.

Carl. Score: 001. Good wine picker.

Scrap that.

Carl. Score: 002. Good wine picker. Scary hot.

Is scary hot even a thing? I pictured Carl’s looming muscular frame, his hard jaw. Chiselled from steel and softened to perfection with goat’s milk and the tears of young virgins. That’s how I imagined him. Yes, scary hot was a thing.

Rick, hot. Carl, scary hot.

Katie. Score: 1000.

I checked my mobile banking app again just to be sure, and the balance made me smile. Three grand a fucking month. Nice work, Katie, well played.

It seemed all so easy now there was a closed door between us.

I cast aside my heels, dress and push-up bra — and hell, what a relief. On closer inspection of my bedtime attire, I decided to stick with my slut-knickers — a scrap of lace that was more frill than substance — as much as anything because I didn’t feel my regular bedtime panties were deserving of the opulence of this place. The room was more like a posh hotel gig than someone’s spare. Another point for Rick, his interior decor skills were faultless. This room was cream and black, stark and striking, with a huge white bed and black scatter cushions. Shabby chic furniture, but the uber-expensive kind. I mean, I even had a bottle of mineral water on the dresser for Christ’s sake. Who even does that?

I poured some out and glugged it back, then slipped my skimpy satin slip over my head. I’d never wear this crap at home, but it felt right here. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and it barely skimmed my arse, plunging down into a truly indecent v at my cleavage, too. I teased the knots from my hair, then struck a pose. Escort Katie looked confident as she stared back at me. Baby-doll satin and wine, a winning combination.

My confidence shrivelled faster than a piece of Rick’s dehydrated tofu when I heard footsteps on the landing outside. In a panic I flicked off the light and dived into bed, burrowing under the sheets as though they had the power to render me invisible. I listened until my ears were ringing, but there was no more movement. The faint orange glow disappeared from beneath the door as the landing light went out.

I caught my breath, tossing back the bedcovers enough to feel the cool of the air.

It seemed I really had escaped a night of double-fucking. The thought was both a relief and a disappointment, but mostly a relief. There was a niggle, though, under the surface. The niggle that it would be so much harder next time around after having baulked and opted for the spare at the first opportunity. Maybe I should have fucked them, broken the ice and earned my money. I’d shaved and everything, and show me a single girl who wants to go to all the bother of shaving her bits for a non-event. Not this one.

I shuffled down into the mattress, and it was comfortable. Much better than my one at home.

Fuck, how I wished I was fucking Rick. Just Rick. His hot tatted body over mine.

But Carl.

Shit.

There was fear lurking under the bravado and I wished I couldn’t feel it. Bravado was good, bravado kept you safe and happy and smiling, confident in the face of a world that wants to judge you and tear you down at every opportunity. Everyone loves the smiling, confident, happy-go-lucky girl, and mainly that was me. Mainly. But here I felt out of my depth, galloping into the unknown for the sake of a small-time dream nobody in the world except me took seriously.

I rolled onto my side, my knees to my chest, snuggling down into the pillows and heading for sleep.

Until the noises came.

Just one at first, and it was him, Rick. My heart did a little flutter.

His groan was loud and guttural, and slightly pained, followed by another that was even more pained. Sex noises are always so unmistakeable. They churned in my stomach, and made me feel guilty, and awkward, and… horny. My breath was shallow as I listened for more. Low, deep grunts in a staccato rhythm, and I couldn’t stop my mind chasing them, wondering what was happening through the wall, even though the pulse between my thighs already knew. Oh God, I knew.

And oh my fucking God, how I wanted to see.

There was still enough wine in my system to urge me on, and my thighs fell open, fingers slipping inside my lacy thong. I wondered if Rick was pinned, held tight to the bed as Carl’s steely body took him. I wondered how much it was hurting, if it really was as rough as it sounded, but soon his groans turned from pained to desperate, and altogether more frantic. I strained my ears for more, hoping for the sound of flesh slapping flesh. Hoping for the sound of Carl, too. Maybe he was whispering, maybe his mouth was on Rick’s ear, telling him how good it felt, how tight he was. Maybe he was talking about me.

Maybe he was talking about what he was going to make me do for my three grand a month.

Maybe next time it would be me grunting in pain as Carl slammed me into the bed.

The idea set me on fire, and I could hardly think, hardly breathe, lost to everything but the dirty need to take two men. Those two men. I’d wanted Rick on sight, probably more than I’d ever wanted anyone in my life. The genuine confidence in his swagger, his ease in his own skin, the way he flicked his tongue piercing when he knew I was staring at his mouth. But here, safe in the room next door, I wanted Carl, too. I wanted him in a way that scared me, right from the depths of my seedy fantasies. I wanted to be nervous of him, I wanted him to intimidate me, and use me and make me take it all. I wanted to cry out like Rick had as he forced his way inside me.

My clit was on fire under my fingers, my pussy so needy as I slipped two inside, but the noises quietened too soon and left me bereft. I held my breath and listened hard to catch the faintest sound, but there was only a series of quiet groans. The promise of a louder volume was enough to get me out of bed, tiptoeing to the wall. I pressed my ear to the brickwork, and they were still going at it. I could hear the noises from their bed, the thump of wood against brick as a headboard hit against the wall. And Carl, I heard Carl, but his voice was too low to make out any words. It was a no brainer. I drained the last of the water from my glass and placed it against the wall, my ear gently to it.

“Yes, holy fuck yes!” Rick’s voice.

“Tell me!”

“All of it. Deep. I want it fucking deep.”

A grunt.

A moan.

“It?”

“You. I want you, Carl. Right inside. Stretch me and fuck me deep!”

Another grunt. Louder this time.

A muffled groan. I imagined Rick’s face pressed into the pillows.

More words from Carl but I couldn’t make them out.

A grunt. A moan. I shifted the glass.

Nothing.

If only I could get a little closer.

So quietly I sloped to the doorway, teasing down the handle and praying it didn’t creak. The door didn’t betray me, swinging open with ease and allowing me to stick my head out onto the landing. There was a path of light from their bedroom door, and the temptation was too much. If I could just inch my way along, just enough, maybe I’d be able to see, just a glimpse. Tiny steps took me closer, edging along the wall with shallow breaths. I hit the jackpot as I reached their doorway, the definite sound of flesh slamming flesh, and Carl had a filthy mouth, grunting a string of expletives about Rick’s tight asshole and how fucking close he was, and it was as hot as I’d imagined. I held my position, and slid my fingers back between my legs, brushing my clit as Carl promised to spurt his load into Rick’s hungry ass. I had to see, just a glimpse, just for a moment.

I held my breath as I peered out, just in time to see Carl’s muscular ass as he slammed his way towards climax. I couldn’t get much of a view, not from there, but I couldn’t stop, daring to step out just a little further. There was a bathroom just the other side of the landing, I could see the basin, I could be heading there, one last late night pee before bed. Innocent. It could be innocent.

Carl’s orgasm paralysed me. It fixed me to the spot and stopped me dead. It was raw, and violent. Muscles taut and brutal as they took what he needed. Rick whimpered and it was the most beautifully erotic sound. He wanted it, a stream of yes, yes, yes as Carl finished up, two deep thrusts, and his thighs were quivering, tight with exertion.

Mine were quivering, too.

I forgot myself. Gawping openly as Carl rolled from Rick’s back, and my eyes must have flown wide as Carl turned over, breath still ragged as he scooted to the side of the bed and dropped his feet to the floor. I tried to step into the shadows of the bathroom, but I was too late and Carl’s eyes burned me alive, hammering into me as though I was the next hot piece of meat for the pounding.

I reached the bathroom doorway as Rick rolled over, too. His eyes sought me out and they were hooded and hazy, his hair dishevelled. He smiled, but I couldn’t smile back, I was nothing but nerves.

“Bathroom,” I stammered. “Needed to go. I’m so sorry.”

I flinched as Carl got to his feet, his thick cock still hard and veined, and so big my pussy clenched, but he didn’t head in my direction. His smile was dirty and victorious, and I felt like a bunny in a snare. “Strange,” he said. “Since you have an en suite.”

Busted.

I wished the ground would swallow me up.

Carl disappeared out of view, and I heard him pissing. The sound was strangely horny. I stared at Rick and he stared back at me, and he was still smiling. “It’s alright,” he said. “You can watch, it’s cool. We don’t mind.”

But I felt like such a sneaky little bitch.

I was trying to think of words, but my palms were sweaty and my fingers were twitchy. I held them together, contemplating my next move. Into the bathroom or back to bed?

A flush of a toilet and the sound of running water, and then there was Carl again, and scary hot didn’t even come close. His chest was a wall of muscle, his abs taut and defined. His thighs were thick and solid, and the V of his hips was deep and perfectly sculpted. And his cock, oh my God, his beautiful cock. Even at half-mast it was still a monster. He stared me out and worked it slowly with his hand, barely even making an effort, and yet it was swelling before my eyes, bigger and bigger, and I couldn’t stop staring.

I’d never take both of them. Never. I struggled to comprehend taking just him.

“Are you joining us?” he said, his voice hypnotically low.

I didn’t have a voice at all, trapped in the headlights.

He smiled and it was a dirty smile. “Rick needs to come. He’d appreciate your help.”

I tore my eyes from Carl, and Rick was still smiling, his posture relaxed.

“So, how about it, pony girl?” Carl asked. “Are you joining us, or not?”

And suddenly I was aware that he was staring at my tits, or more precisely my nipples that were poking through thin satin. He licked his lips, and my poor heart. It jumped and hammered, and my mouth was dry and my pussy was soaking wet. Rick rolled onto his back and took hold of his dick, and there was a glint of metal in the lamplight.

“Well?” Carl prompted. “What’s it to be? I’ll do the honours if you won’t.”

Fuck or flight.

I glanced back along the landing, to the shadows of the guest bedroom.

Fuck or flight. Fuck or flight. Fuck or flight.

Another glint of metal caught my eye as Rick moved, and his cock was big, too. My mind whizzed at the thought of two big cocks pushing into me, stretching me. And deep. Carl demanding I take them all the way.

Carl pulled back the bedcovers and stepped aside, waiting.

Fuck or flight.

I took a breath.

And then I stepped inside.

Carl

 

Victorious.

I couldn’t resist flashing Rick a look that told him so, but he wasn’t looking at me, he was looking right at her. I can’t say I blamed him. The girl was born to be fucked. An entirely indecent nightdress offered her no modesty. It barely covered her nipples, pulled tight over the creamy swell of her tits. They were bigger than they’d appeared in her dress, spilling over the fabric and resting heavily against her ribs. Her nipples were hard little nubs and they betrayed her, as did the dark little bunch of her knickers, wet enough that the fabric was pressed to her slit. Her legs were long, and riding sure suited her. Her thighs were toned and strong, her arse shapely before it nipped into her waist.

She was carrying a little flesh around her hips, and it was delightful. The girl’s body was delightful. And my cock was hard again.

She’d noticed, too, eying me warily, despite her blatant hunger for a piece of Rick.

She’d intended to fuck. There’s no way she’d have opted for the fantasy nightdress otherwise. That suited me, too. I have no time for games or the useless pretence of being coy.

In silence we took each other’s measure, and she showed her grit.

The girl made her way over slowly, delicately, eyes wide and lips parted. I watched the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed, sensing the thump of her heartbeat as she battled her nerves.

The wine would have certainly helped.

She approached to within reach and I patted the bed, indicating she should take up position beside Rick. The bed was more than ample for three, we’d been sure of that when we’d purchased it. It was decadent and comfortable, with exceptionally decent springs. She tested it out, her tight little rump perched on the edge.

Her eyes met mine, and she gasped as I stepped closer, pulling her legs up and away from me and shimmying over to Rick.

It’s always such an error of judgement on their part. They invariably think that Rick is the nice one. The safe one. And while Rick is both of those things, he’s also a dirty, kinky little freak who’s easily as brutal as me in the right conditions. Stretching is his thing, stretching and body fluids, and boundary-pushing filth.

It’s one of the reasons I love him.

I do love them dirty.

Rick met my eyes and I knew the drill immediately. He was ready to fuck, and he was ready to fuck hard.

Katie was jumpy, she flinched as I climbed up beside her, squirming away before I’d even touched her. I probably wouldn’t touch her, either, not this evening.

I let my eyes wander over her, unapologetically blatant. I loved the way her breath caught, the flash of nerves across her face.

“Take your nightdress off,” I said, and she did. Pulled it up and over her head without hesitation. She was blessed, perfect tits. Tawny nipples, pebbled and ripe. She wriggled out of her knickers without being asked. Good girl. Her thighs clamped shut as I stared at her pussy. She was shaven perfectly smooth, her mound clammy and swollen. She’d been fucking playing alright. She started as Rick draped an arm over her, but she was all smiles for him. He took her shoulder and pulled her closer, and she moved for him, sinking back against the pillows, her thigh pressed to his.

His eyes met mine and I gave him a smirk, knowing what was coming long before she did.

He’d be a surprise to her.

He was exactly that. Her eyes widened as he uncoiled like a snake, pressing his mouth to hers and pushing his tongue inside. She gave the cutest little moan, and wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him claim her mouth like a man consumed. He took her swollen tit in his hand, and squeezed her, pinched her nipple until she squirmed, his breath deep as he sucked her tongue between his lips. She parted her thighs as his hand moved lower, letting out a squeak as hungry fingers slipped inside her slit, seeking out the ripe little bud of her clit. He spread her for my pleasure, and there she was, a pink little rosebud, glistening like the sweetest jewel. My mouth watered.

He pressed a thumb to her, circling her with the ball against her hood, and she was wet and squirmy, a horny little bitch who’d had this coming and knew it. Her fingers gripped at his shoulders, her heels grinding against the covers, moaning as he slipped two fingers inside her and pumped deep. She was tight, but she was horny, spreading wider to let him in. He changed his angle, coaxing with his fingers until her breath hitched. Rick’s some kind of fucking g-spot dowser. He never fucking fails.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, and she liked that. She smiled, and there was a playfulness in her eyes, partially hidden behind the nerves.

We’d have fun with this one. So much fun.

Rick kissed his way down her throat, tickling her with his tongue bar. He sucked her tight little nipple into his mouth, and nipped her, and she liked that, too. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes, whimpering as he moved down enough to blow on her clit. His tongue found the spot, a silver dart seeking her out. I loved the way his tongue lapped, quick little jerks, bringing her up. The girl was a squirmer, hands gripping the sheets as she bucked against his face. I breathed in the musky scent of her, her wet little noises nothing short of a delight. Her eyes were closed tight, head tipped back, lost to everything but the sensation.

Until I called her name.

She looked at me with a start, and there was a gasp, a flutter of fear, but I didn’t move, just met her gaze and held it. Demanded it.

I watched her as she crested and then came with a shuddering moan, and she didn’t look away from me, not even when Rick slipped a third finger inside her and ploughed her hard, his wrist a fucking piston, jamming in just the right spot. She moaned and squirmed, and gave us another delight. The girl was a gusher, soaking Rick’s fingers as she climaxed, and her whole body jerked and trembled, waves of endorphins rippling through tight flesh.

She positioned herself without words, instinctive fingers coaxing Rick between her legs. She must have felt the steel of his Prince Albert, because her eyes widened afresh, straining for a look before he sunk balls deep. Too late.

“Fuck,” she hissed. “Oh God.”

He took her knees and pressed them to her chest, and he fucked her. Fucking hell, he fucked her, and her face was a picture. The realisation nothing short of a wonder as the man took her hard and deep, the hard ridge of his belly slapping her thighs. She turned her head towards me and bit her knuckle, her hair rippling on the pillow as he rammed his way home. He pressed his mouth to her ear and breathed, clammy hair pressed to hers.

My hand worked my cock, heady with sounds and smells and horny fucking visuals, hyperaware of the slam of Rick’s cock inside that sweet little cunt and the way his balls were tightening.

He looked at me, and I looked at him, and I nodded. He smiled.

He pulled Katie’s knuckles from her mouth, and guided her dainty little fingers to my cock. She met my eyes for just a second before they tightened around me, and I gripped her hand in mine, working her up and down my shaft in time with Rick’s thrusts.

She was a good girl. She gripped tight and let me use her, grinding my dick against her palm until my balls were aching.

Rick reached the edge, and Katie moaned like a bitch on heat as he changed angle. She curled her toes, and arched her back and bit her lip, but she didn’t stop working my dick.

“Fuck,” Rick groaned, and it sent me over the edge, spurting thick into Katie’s sweet little palm.

Rick’s hand slapped the wall, bracing himself, and he came inside her tight little snatch with a hiss of expletives that turned the air blue.

Dirty-mouthed little cunt.

And then he collapsed on her, catching his breath while she caught hers.

Long seconds passed before he laughed. An easy sound that chased every scrap of tension from the room.

I sank down into my spot, an arm under my head as my cock twitched and settled, smiling as Katie held her cum splattered fingers up to the light.

Rick’s eyes sparkled as he guided her fingers to his mouth.

And then he licked them clean.