Mr. and Mrs. FuckUs

I had been watching them at the bar for about 20 minutes from my table in the shadows. Smiling just to myself and almost chuckling aloud at how easy it was to find the perfect playmates tonight.

The couple was standing at the end of the bar nearest the cocktail waitress stand and trying so hard to catch the eye of the blonde across the bar or the brunette by the pool table… they were young and probably only been married about a year and truly thought they wanted to spice things up. This was totally their first night at the bar openly flirting with anyone who would pay attention to them. I could just see them talking about it and both trying to make the other think they weren’t nervous on the ride over here.

“Are you sure about this baby?” He asks her while she works on her lipstick in the visor mirror. “Nobody can come between us, honey. Let’s just have some fun!” She answered back. Poor silly man has no idea that’s straight girl speak for “I’m so very curious, I want some pussy, and this is probably the beginning of the end of this relationship.” — Poor guy!

But I really didn’t care about his feelings — or hers for that matter. They were just two people who were going to get me off.

I signaled to the cocktail waitress and asked her to get me four shots of Jim Beam. “Bring one to the table here and leave the other three up there next to the happy couple,” I said and nodded towards Mr & Mrs. FuckUs.

She laughed and said …. “Sure thing but — Be careful with those two — they are sure on the prowl tonight!”

I handed her a nice tip, “it’s OK they are about to meet The Director,” I said.

I watched as his hands absently rubbed her ass as he forgets the mission and gets hung up talking playoffs with some dude next to him at the bar.

I waited for the waitress to nod and let me know the shots were up.

I stood, tossed back the shot on the table, and said out loud “let the games begin.”

I stepped out of the shadow of my corner table and walked up to the bar. There wasn’t a lot of room between the cocktail stand and Mrs. FuckUs so I stood very close to her but pretended not to notice.

Women who are out to specifically get attention work really hard when they think they aren’t being noticed.

Mrs. FuckUs touches me lightly on the arm and says “It’s really busy tonight huh? And can I say- you smell incredible?”

It always works! I grin to myself.

I turn to her and act as if I can’t hear her over the music and lean down closer to her, “excuse me?” She tells me again how she likes my cologne.

I stand back up so I can see her face and smile and thank her; still playing like the music is too loud.

I picked up 2 of the 3 shots and offered them to her and nodded to Mr. FuckUs who was still talking football and failing to notice his wife was trying to get them laid.

She took the shots and slid one down in front of her husband and put hers in front of her. I picked mine up, held it out to her with the universal “cheers” motion. We clicked shot glasses and tossed them back. I waved to the bartender for two more.

She was staring at me as I watched two more shots being poured- Mrs. FuckUs had already forgotten about the husband and his shot.

I again slid one to her- we saluted and tossed back the second shot. I was impressed she didn’t need a kicker after the shot. This may be fun, I thought.

As I looked back at her she crooked her finger for me to come closer so she could say something. I leaned down so my ear was nearer to her mouth and she said with a nervous laugh, “I don’t even know your name but I think you’re trying to get me drunk.”

I turned as if I was going to answer back in her ear but instead, I slowly let my nose trace a line from her shoulder towards her neck and slowly up to the sweet spot just behind her ear. Before I could speak she shivered and was almost leaning into me.

I whispered just enough so I was positive she heard every syllable, “ I want to know how big your husband’s dick is!”

I felt her body almost shiver from the base of her spine where my hand was resting as I spoke. “Fuck” I heard her mumble as I stood to look at her face again. She was very flushed and uncertain if I really wanted to know the answer to my question.

She waved to the bartender for 2 more shots and as he set them down she didn’t even bother to try to cheers or click glasses.

I tried so hard not to let her see my smirk and how very happy I was that this had been so easy. I turned back to the bar- did my shot- turned back to her and mouthed “well?” With a shrug and arms out palm up…..

Mrs. FuckUs was very flushed and I could see a small glistening of sweat in the hollow of her throat. Before she could try to form an answer about the size of Mr. FuckUs’ cock I leaned down close to her ear again and said “Where are you staying?”

I stayed close to her ear and neck and waited for an answer as she leaned into me and said “the plaza.”

I turned slightly so my lips were barely brushing against her ear. With my other hand, I reached up to hold her head and pull her closer to my mouth. I wrapped my fingers towards the back of her neck and used my thumb to hold up her chin.

She was so tense and unsure yet completely willing to be putty in my hands. I moved my thumb from her chin down her now elongated throat and with barely a whisper, enough so she could hear me and close enough that she could feel my breath, I gave her her instructions. “Tell him it’s time to leave because your new acquaintance Frankie wants to know how big his cock is — go to your hotel and wait for me. Do you understand?”

She nodded with her head and her throat still In my hands. “What room number?”

She barely got the words out “545- fifth floor.”

“Good girl! See you there.”

I let go of her and felt her sway as if she were going to fall. She looked up at me with glassy eyes and nodded.

I reached past her to get the shot Mr. FuckUs hadn’t taken and let my fingertips lightly touch her nipples through her shirt as I did.

I winked at her, downed the shot, and mouthed the words, “Do it now!”

As I got to the door I looked back and she was all but crawling into the hubby’s ear to tell him what had happened and they had to go. He backed up and looked at her with almost disbelief. He picked up his half-empty beer and chugged it. He was reaching In His pocket to pay the tab and she couldn’t hurry him enough.

I sat in my car and watched them come rushing out of the bar and practically run to their car. California plates- they were probably just some yuppies who drove over for the weekend from San Francisco. He unlocked the door of the little sports car and held the door open for her. As she got into the passenger side she grabbed his dick thru his jeans and gave it a little squeeze. I laughed and thought, If he comes In his pants now- he will last longer by the time I get there.

I pulled out of the parking lot and drove the two blocks to my place. I knew how long it would take them in Saturday night Vegas traffic to get downtown to their hotel. I had a few minutes — and making them wait usually makes them obey so much better for me.

I smoked half a joint and rolled one for the party. I did a couple of lines of coke just to balance out all those shots we had been doing. I packed a little sniffer to share with tonight’s toys and wondered if Mrs. FuckUs might be a little hellcat on a couple of bumps of coke.

I drove to the Plaza and rode the elevator to the fifth floor. Before I had barely touched the door to knock it swung open — I stepped through the door as Mrs. FuckUs put her hand on my shoulder and leaned in as if she was going to kiss me.

I reached up between us and moved her hand “this isn’t a race girlie — just slow down and listen.” I said as I stepped past her into the suite.

She nervously laughs and closes the door behind me and I make my way down the little hallway that opens up into the room with her right behind me.

Just as I turn the corner she announces from behind me “we have company, honey”. Mr. FuckUs is sitting on the end of the bed. Barefoot, jeans, shirt unbuttoned, and leaning back on his hands. He’s grinning like I was someone he’d always known and was so glad to see me. At least he’s a beautiful boy, I thought as Mrs. FuckUs rushed past me and was offering me a drink.

“No thanks- but you two please help yourself.” She was so nervous and didn’t know what she was supposed to say or do.

I walked past them both towards the window at the back of the room. I pushed back the heavy full-length curtains just a bit to see what I could see — and who could see me.

From behind me I finally hear Mr. FuckUs’ voice. “So Frankie, right? Are you here on vacation too?”

I turned from the window and took a seat in one of the three chairs at a small round table near the window and desk. “No, this is my town. But let me guess — you’re from San Francisco, decided to take a weekend trip to Vegas and try to be naughty in Sin City?”

They both laugh and Mrs. FuckUs says “that’s it exactly!”

She hands him one of the drinks she’s just made and with her drink in hand walks up to the table. “Think I’ll sit over here with you.” She says as she takes the seat next to me.

“You come to sit over here too” I throw out in the direction of Mr. FuckUs as I pull out a cigarette and a big joint. I was pretty sure if Mrs. FuckUs didn’t smoke a little weed and mellow out she was going to come if touched her thigh….. and I had way more planned for her.

As he slips into the third chair he says “Wow- we haven’t smoked since we went to a concert a few years ago in Red Rock, but I’m game.”

I smiled as much as possible — I hated the small talk portion of this process. I don’t want to know where you work or that you have a cat. I don’t want to know you at all. I don’t want you to ask me if I have a cat and where I work. But I know how to play this game.

As we pass the joint around the table a couple of times I look at Mr. FuckUs and say, “You may want to call for some room service and get some orange juice. A lot of orange juice. I’m going to need it and you’re going to want it.”

He seemed much more comfortable in his skin than her and he stood to go make the call. She watched him walk to the phone and I realized just how hot her little body was. She turned back to look at me and saw that I was looking at every inch of her.

A red flush crept up from under the neckline of her preppy little button-up shirt, up her neck, and turned her cheeks a bright hot pink.

Whatever she was going to say to me she had long forgotten at that moment. Her blonde hair was short. Shorter than is usual for a straight girl. Her eyes were very heavily lidded as she was feeling the pot slow down her anxiety and untangle some of those nerves.

She was tall and thin but not too thin. As I let my eyes wander back up her body till they settled on her face again. I asked, “Are you a dancer?” Not because I wanted to know her but because I wanted to know what had built that body.

Before she could even form the words, Mr. FuckUs sat back down across from me and said, “No — she’s a swimmer”.

“I USED to swim,” she tries to interrupt and blushes that her body is being looked at and discussed in front of her.

There was a knock at the door and Mrs. FuckUs went to get the room service. When she comes back down the hall he tells her to put the OJ in the mini-fridge.

As she comes back towards the table, I stand and step around in front of her. She froze and was searching my eyes for what I expected and what she should do….

I stood beside her and put my arm around her shoulder and as we faced him I laid it all out for them.

“I’m here to be entertained — you two are going to do as I tell you and by morning you will be exhausted — fully fucked — and have one helluva story to tell your buddies at golf next Saturday. Does everybody understand the rules?”

Mr. FuckUs chuckled and said, “I think we can handle that”. I smiled and made the mental note to remind him ‘he could handle that’ when I made him come in his hand instead of in the pussy he thinks he’ll be coming in.

My arm still around Mrs. FuckUs I pulled her head closer to mine and whispered in her ear, “shall we play a game?”

It was obvious this wasn’t a game these two had ever played ……. Those are my favorite kind of toys!

There was an oversized over cushioned chair nearer the bed and with Mrs. FuckUs’ wrist in my hand, I crossed the room towards the chair with her in tow.

I sat down and pulled her onto my lap. She put her arm behind me along the back of the chair and I reached to very slowly unbutton the top button of her shirt. There was an audible inhale as she suddenly literally knew she belonged to me at this moment.

She knew she was ready to do anything I asked as long as I’d make her feel the way she felt in that exact moment when all I’d done so far was touch a button.

In that one nanosecond, she realized I’d been fucking her brain since the moment I offered her a shot in the bar….. and all she wanted was the next thing and the thing after that…. Just more.

I couldn’t keep my little snicker under wraps and again watched the red creep up to her cheeks. I didn’t need her to be embarrassed so I traced the red from her cheek down her chin and throat and back to the button I started at and whispered, “Very sexy girlie” so that only she could hear. I felt her relax in my lap.

“Are you two squeezing me out over there?” Mr. FuckUs’ voice broke the spell Mrs. FuckUs had put herself in. She blinked and turned to look back at him still sitting at the table.

“Come here and stand right here” as I tapped my heel on a place in the carpet that was in front of and slightly to the right of where I sat with his bitch on my lap.

He crossed the room and stood a little closer than I had indicated. Without saying a word or breaking eye contact with him I raised my foot and put the bottom of my shoe against his dick and gently pushed him back to the length of my leg. I was a little shocked at that moment that either his dick wasn’t hard or it was too small to show through his jeans.

“Don’t move from that spot” I didn’t change my voice at all but I knew they both knew it wasn’t up for discussion.

I looked back at Mrs. FuckUs and undid the next button while pulling her a little closer with my left arm that was around her waist.

I glanced at him standing there with his hands in his pocket watching so intently. I could now see the top of her pale yellow bra and it was a perfect play against her tanned skin. I let my fingers softly play on her skin though never touching anything I had yet exposed.

“Have you ever watched another woman undress your wife?” I asked but never looked at him. As I reached for the next button of her shirt he answered quietly but yet very controlled “not until now.”

I stood her up and kept my left hand on her waist so I could turn her to face me. I looked up at her and made sure I had her gaze. I tugged her shirt so that it came untucked from her jeans. Her stomach muscle caved in as her breathing became shallow and quick and audible.

I had been so soft and slow that I was afraid she’d pass out when I suddenly grabbed her clothes and ripped open those last three buttons and listened for the little pieces of plastic to bounce off things in the room.

This time I heard his breathing change. And only to myself, I muttered, “Gotcha” as I leaned forward and bit her stomach.

Just to make sure Mr. FuckUs didn’t forget the rules, I put my foot back on his package and moved it slowly and with a little more pressure down his thigh, “don’t forget — don’t move.”

Suddenly, Mr. In-Control was nodding and so ready to obey. As he tried to push back against my shoe a little I dropped my foot and said, “not yet”.

Again with the nodding.

Mrs. FuckUs had draped her arms around my neck and looked down at me waiting to be told her next move.

“Relax….. you’re not having fun, this is supposed to be fun. Take a breath- let me have you- trust me!”

She smiled and relaxed her shoulders and moved half a step closer to me. She suddenly had this scenario in her head that he and I are now on “Team Make Mrs. FuckUs Come… oh yeah and he’s here.”

I pulled her closer so my face was all but buried in her stomach and wrapped my arms behind her… I kissed her stomach and in one moment snapped the clasp on her bra and felt it let her body go.

I could feel her hands tighten on the back of my shirt and squeeze the muscles in my shoulder wanting to pull me further and closer to her.

I grabbed her hips and pushed her back a step — “trust me?” I all but mouthed the words to her. She nodded and I could see her making herself relax and slow down.

“Kneel down right there,” I said and pointed her to the spot in front of and to the left of me in the chair.

I reached and took the straps of her bra that were still hanging on her shoulders and pulled them forward down her arms finally exposing her tits.

I softly pinched her right nipple with my left hand and her groan matched his sudden handful of cock through his jeans.

I lifted my foot again and used the toe of my shoe to push his hand away. “Not yet,” I said, making sure we made eye contact. “Don’t touch” I finished.

He held his hands up as if I’d pointed a gun at him and the whole time he was grinning. How funny that he still thinks he’s in control.

Mrs. FuckUs put her fingertips on my thigh. I moved her hand and stood up with my hand on her shoulder so she knew to stay right there.

I dropped my pants and sat back in the chair. I looked up at Mr. FuckUs as I took one of her hands and placed it on top of her head.

He was watching me so intently until he realized his hands were still raised in the “I give” position from when I knocked his hand away.

As his hands dropped to his sides I leaned forward and sucked her nipple into my mouth as I raised her other hand over her head. I felt her breath catch and her body become tense.

I sat back and looked at them. Her naked from the waist up and arms raised with her hands resting on her head and literally silently begging me to fuck her.

He stood there biting his lip and having a hard time standing still without shuffling his weight from foot to foot.

He seemed very uncomfortable under my gaze and seemed like he needed to do something- anything but stand where he was told and not touch his dick. He rotated his shoulders and let his open shirt fall off onto the floor.

They were both very tan and had no tan lines. They must have a private pool at home in their yuppy world.

Without breaking eye contact with him I grabbed her entire tit in my hand and kneaded it and felt the weight of it in my hands. Not overly large at all — definitely not something the FuckUs’ had spent their money on.

Still looking him up and down was making him very uncomfortable. “I think I can handle that” was suddenly not so sure. I guess he wasn’t as comfortable in his skin when it appeared he was being sized up- judged- still didn’t know about that dick. But I knew I was about to.

“Sit down girlie. Let’s get to the bottom of the cock mystery.” She obeys so well… for now… and she lowered her arms and sat at my feet with her legs tucked under her. My hand settled on her bare shoulder as I looked back up at Mr. FuckUs.

“Is your dick hard?” I asked simply and watched his eyebrows go up.

He nodded… and through a nervous chuckle said, “a little bit who could blame me?”

“No blame- unzip the jeans but don’t take it out.” I glanced at his zipper.

He adjusted his stance, unzipped, and folded open the flaps. He dropped his arms back to his sides and glanced at Mrs FuckMe. She was so high and so glazed over she was watching as if this wasn’t her husband.

He looked back to me and I met his gaze- “grab your cock through the boxers.” He reached with his right hand and almost cupped and hid his package In his hand. “Do you not want me to see? Do you need the lights turned off too?”

His face immediately flushed and he grabbed his dick like I was asking.

“Let me see it. Pull it out” I said as I looked at her. I let my fingers float from her shoulder and again cup her tit. Much harder this time. Pinching her nipple even harder. And her body was responding.

I looked back up and Mr FuckUs had pulled his boxer briefs and jeans down to his lower hips, had propped his hands there, and his cock was kind of pointing in our direction. Thick but not overly long- and just as tan as the rest of him.

“That’s it? Grab your dick, man. Show me what you’ve got!” Then leaning my face closer to her ear I said, loud enough for him to hear, “Is this what you fuck? Does it get hard?” She nodded and then nodded again not knowing what else to do or say.

Mr FuckUs’ ego wins, as I knew it would, men are so easy — and he had his hand wrapped around his dick and squeezing.

“Jack it! Show me how hard your little friend can get!” I sat back in the chair and watched him pace himself. He was determined to be rock hard but not lose his wad.

He yanked his dick a few times and we all watched it slowly grow and soon lay up against his tight little stomach. He grabbed his balls and squeezed them so hard and then dropped his arms again. Happy he was hard and happy he had “shown” me.

I pushed Mrs FuckUs on the back of the neck- “turn around so I can see you.” And she turned a quarter turn on her knees now. “And you come closer” I continued and waved him a step closer.

I put my hand on his thigh and turned him to face his wife. She looked up at him and He was still watching me.

“Now slowly lick his cock from right near his balls all the way up to the head! JUST LICK!” I said. She stood up higher on her knees and grabbed his dick, “No hands,” I stopped her.

She leaned forward and I watched the very tip of her tongue barely touch him.

I really hate timid bitches and their disobedience. “Look — suck him off. Show me how you give him head at home” I thought she’d be more comfortable if I gave her a little wiggle room…… but she didn’t move.

“She doesn’t normally really do that,” he almost whispered and she looked at me embarrassed. I had to stop myself from coming at that moment…. I love to direct the ones who don’t really like to do this thing or that thing — Hee heee this just became more fun.“I really don’t care. I want to see his dick in your mouth girlie — or is this party over?”

“No” they said in unison but her voice was way less convincing than his.

“Grab his dick, and lick his head just like you would an ice cream cone” and then I looked up at him and said, “guide her easy”.

He grabbed the head of his dick and lightly touched her lips. She was looking up at him and slowly opened her mouth just enough to stick her tongue out.

She was so stiff and her tongue so rock hard he was basically rubbing the very top of his cock against her tongue.

I grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her head back. I got very close to her and said “Open your mouth and take his dick. I didn’t say you had to swallow — i just want to see.”

I let my hand fall down her back and tuck my fingers just inside the waist of her pants. Before I sat back I finished with a whisper, “Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you.”

She slightly groaned and slowly opened her mouth.

Knowing his wife didn’t like to suck dick was making him nervous too and he was being so gentle with her.

“Sit back down off your knees, hold your neck back, and let him drop it in,” and as I spoke she sank lower to the floor and arched her back and he was barely popping his cock in and out of her lips.

“Now suck on it,” and I watched her lips close around the head and saw her literally suck.

His reaction told me she really didn’t do this for him. He was being so easy and so happy just to have her swirl her tongue around the top of his cock and pretend to suck a little.

“Put your hands on her head! It’s very sexy to see a man’s hands on his woman’s head while she sucks him off.” I saw her tense a little but he did as I said.

“Now get in a little rhythm and let me watch” I said as I reached over and pulled his pants further down so they rested just above his knee. She put her hands on His thighs so she could control how much she took.

“Drop your hands girlie and touch that little pussy — I need to know how wet you are.” I said as I leaned down and unzipped her jeans. She raised slightly so I could undo her pants enough that she could stick her hand inside.

“Don’t lose your place — keep the suck on that cock,” I said as she tried to get out of the blowjob.

“Can’t you suck dick AND finger your pussy?”

She half nodded as she opened her mouth back up and stuck one hand down her pants.

I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back off him. “How wet is that pussy girlie?” I asked.

“Very!” she answered immediately.

“Good girl — now stand and drop those pants,” she bounced up like a rubber ball. She was so confident that her pussy had arrived to the party so she now got to be the pillow princess and we all got to worship at The Golden Pussy.

I don’t think so!

As she stepped out of her jeans Mr FuckUs stood there with dick in hand and he was as equally sure he was about to use that thing for fucking some pussy.

Not yet.

“Now back on your knees — I want to show you a trick,” I said to her.

She knelt back down in front of him and looked at me for the next move.

“Stick your fingers in that very wet pussy and smear some of that wet all over his cock” I instructed.

She hesitated and then reached between her legs- Mr FuckMe gave his cock a few jerks.

Her three middle fingers appeared and were drenched in pussy and she started wiping it on him.

“Just a little more and wipe it all the way down his dick this time,” and she nodded as she did it. After the second dosing, I simply said “watch” and turned him around towards the chair. Without hesitation or even giving either of them a chance to realize what was happening I leaned forward to deep-throat him.

The huge intake of his breath made me wonder if he’d ever been deep-throated before as I held him there.

I looked up at him and as soon as we made eye contact I swallowed with him still deeply embedded in my throat. The pressure almost made him come.

I could taste it as I drew him up out of my throat. I licked my lips — turned to her, who was big-eyed and amazed, and said, “You taste very good! I can’t wait.” Now her breathing matched his.

“Now finish cleaning the pussy off him so I can have you.” She wouldn’t know for a minute that that wasn’t entirely true.

He stepped back to her and put his hands on her head and guided his cock to her mouth. She took the same one inch she took before and thought I’d be good with that. Poor silly yuppy fools.

“That’s not good enough,” I said

She glanced nervously at me and kept swirling that tongue. “Relax your lips and take a little more,” I coached.

She just refused to get it. So I looked at him and said “fuck her face.” He looked at me as if he were going to protest.

“You can fuck her throat now or this game is done,” I said as if I was going to stand. He looked down at her and she looked almost panicked.

“Hold her head and fuck her! “ I said a little louder.

I was rewarded with the sound of her gagging on him.

Her eyes were watering and he was pulling out before he had ever really hit bottom. I grabbed her hair again and shoved her forward into his cock and held it there.

I felt her resisting and trying to pull up off his dick but I grabbed her throat with my other hand and got close enough to whisper, “he is so far down your tight little throat that I can jack him off through your neck.” I felt her shiver.

“Good girl! Show me what you can do.” Before too many more strokes her throat was relaxed and he was fucking himself into her throat till her nose was buried in his stomach. She was gobbling up cock as if she had always been a cock whore.

“Very sexy but you’d better not come,” to Mr. FuckUs. I warned.

He immediately came back to earth and pulled out of her mouth. “Good job! I get to decide when you come,” he nodded and tried to control himself.

She was almost slumped but the smile told me that he’d just never pushed her- and now she will be a blow job bitch! “I should charge him!” I muttered to myself.

“Go get us all some OJ and finish taking off those jeans,” I said dismissing him.

I looked at her sitting next to the chair on the floor and her whole body was flushed- she was so very ready to get fucked — and I was about ready to let her.Mr. FuckUS showed up just in time and we all downed a glass of OJ.

“Bring me your pussy” i told her and she stood but not sure how I wanted her.

“Put that foot up here” I pointed to the spot on the back of the chair near my head. She stood as close as she could to the front of the chair and lifted her leg.

I scooted down a little and licked her exposed pussy from bottom to top and she almost collapsed in my lap.

I held up her thigh and zero’d in on her clit. One little lick — then sucking it in and rolling it between my tongue and top lip. She sounded like she was coming — and so quickly — so I just let myself eat her as she tried to move to grind herself against my face. She surprised herself when she suddenly squirted down my throat.

She stopped herself and moved back- embarrassed, unsure, on fire. She didn’t know which emotion to grab onto.

“It’s ok girlie- take a breath- and stand here between my legs and bend over.” She slumped to the floor and propped on my legs-

“Now fuck her- stand behind her and let me watch you fuck her…. and you don’t come till I say.”

He stepped behind her and with cock in hand slapped it against her ass and slid the head of his cock up and down her slit so it would be wet.

She was bent in half and propped on her fists between my thighs and he was behind her looking directly down at me.

“Ready girlie?” I asked, though I didn’t care.

She lifted her head and looked at me and semi smiled.

“Show me!” I said to him and sat back to watch.

He entered her slowly and her body slowly moved closer to me as he sank in.

“I said fuck her!” I said a little louder than he expected and his next stroke was deep and harder and I heard her moan as her head fell again so I could only see the back of her head, down the curve of her back and ass, and his hands on her hips.

“That’s it! Fuck her — not like she’s your wife. She’s bent over giving it to you. Fuck her!” I encouraged with authority. He pulled back and again another hard stroke but he was letting her get used to it.

“Goddammit! Fuck this little cunt! Now!” I yelled.

She lifted her head and I wasn’t sure if it was fear or a woman who wanted to be fucked like a little bitch that was half-lidded and looking at me.

I didn’t care.

“Fuck her harder!”

He found his stroke and started fucking himself into her so that she was swinging back and forth toward me. His rhythm picked up and he was pulling her pussy back onto his cock and he was fucking her as deeply as he could.

“Rougher! Fuck her like you’ve always wanted to but wasn’t sure you could!” I coached.

He was sweating and grunting and I was afraid he was going to come. After a few more hard deep strokes I simply said “Stop!”

I thought they’d both just say “fuck you” and finish- but so far they’ve been doing ok under my direction.

He pulled out and grabbed his cock as she slumped to her knees trying to catch her breath. “Don’t you fucking come”

He let go of his dick and I watched it twitch and protest.

“Have you ever watched your bitch eat pussy?”

I asked. She raised her head as if to say “ I never have and don’t know if I can” and he was just shaking his head no.

I scooted my ass closer to the edge of the chair and grabbed her head. I shoved her face in my pussy and using her hair wrapped in my fist I rubbed her face all over it. I pulled her face up to see all the wetness all over her. I pulled her face to mine and licked my pussy juice off her face for a moment.

“Now get on your knees behind her and fuck her from behind while she eats me.” I directed him.

He dropped to one knee and slipped his cock right back into her pussy. Every stroke he realized he was shoving her face into my pussy.

He then understood he was in control of how much pussy she ate. He adjusted his depth and his speed to make her bury into my pussy.

“That’s it- girlie- lick my clit” and they both groaned. “Watch her lick me up — fuck her into me!” She wasn’t bad at gobbling up pussy and I knew I would come if I’d let myself go but I wasn’t ready.

I knew he also had to be close to exploding-

“Now slide your cock in her ass- hard, fast and deep.” And I felt her body tense-

“Relax or It’s going to hurt girlie- he’s going to fuck your ass and we are all going to come together.”

She still felt tense but at least I warned her.

He pulled his cock out of her pussy and at the exact moment he slammed himself into her asshole I pulled the string next to the chair and opened the full-length curtains overlooking the downtown Vegas strip. I flipped the switch on and off several times to hopefully attract people’s attention down on the ground — they both turned to look at that exact moment and realized there were several people looking up at us as he was plowing her ass and she was buried In my pussy.

He fucked himself into her ass as hard as he could and I grabbed the back of her head so she screamed into my cunt. I held her there while he fucked her a few more times and right on cue I said “Now come for me!”

He grabbed her hips and sank so deep I could feel her teeth as she screamed in pain into me.

As he started coming I yelled, “pull it out and come all over her back — give them something to talk about on the way home.”

He suddenly fueled one last stroke and stood up. He grabbed his dick and jacked it a couple of times and started spurting all over her back and head.

I felt her relax as he pulled out and I let go of her head — she stayed buried in me and I felt her quiver as she just kept coming.

“You gave them a good show,” I said as I let myself come down her throat.