Lindsay’s lingerie skirt fanned out and surrounded her hips as she sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor in her assigned bedroom past lunchtime. Oversized pink roses with muted green leaves appeared as if they’d been thrown onto the flimsy white material haphazardly, with a touch of lace at the edges. The first in what she hoped would be a never-ending parade of mongers over the next three weeks gazed down and closed his eyes as he positioned his hands on either side of her head and began to thrust his hips, using his vested right as a paying customer with a working girl like Lindsay at his disposal. The gentle, lewd sound of deep-throat oral sex arose from the mouth he now used as if it were a pussy, silken and moist and all-inviting.

“That’s it, Kayleigh. That’s it. You’re so fuckin’ sexy.” There was a buzzing sensation of static in his heart as well as his groin as David Gregory, a recurring monger visiting the house from Vivienne Springs, West Virginia, focused on Lindsay. She was little and curvy and downright hot as sin, and the chemistry Dave had with her while conversing at the bar earlier was unlike anything he’d experienced with a woman before, save for his wife back home.

Now, with Lindsay’s intricate hairdo escaping from its pins, her cheeks flushed with exertion, and her delectable lips secured around his throbbing erection, Dave knew he’d never been witness to a more precious sight.

There was so much the forty-five-year-old wanted to do both to and with her, but he was running out of time. Perhaps he’d cough up the $700 required to extend their party another hour. After all, sweet teenaged prostitutes like Lindsay had always been his weakness.

And Dave’s wife was okay with that, too, provided he kept her informed of his salacious activities during these biannual trips to Nevada.

“Hands behind your back.” His voice thick with possession, Dave threaded his fingers through Lindsay’s swirls of luscious, ore-gold hair to guide her movements – and knocked loose a few more pins in the process. “Seems you know what to do with a dick in your mouth, huh?”

She withdrew the gentleman’s cock and nuzzled her cheek against it as her fingers remained locked together at the small of her back. “Wow. It’s really big!”

“Was it what you expected?”

“No.” Lindsay emitted little puppy sounds of need and arousal, overjoyed to return to her role as a submissive prostitute, ready for fucking and shameful favors whenever and however her clients wanted her. “It’s bigger than what I’m accustomed to, that’s for sure. It’s so meaty.” She descended upon Dave’s dick once more, curling her lips over her teeth and making her jaw go slack, safeguarding his sensitive flesh as he pushed all the way in. Dave found her tonsils as well as her gag reflex. Lindsay couldn’t breathe with such a mammoth dick jammed inside her, but though she tensed, she enjoyed the helplessness of not being able to do anything but surge and squirm until this stranger allowed her the privilege to gasp her next breath.

“This is literally like, the biggest dildo in the porn shop. How do you keep this in your pants? You have a third arm, sir!” Lindsay’s breasts, nestled in a transparent lace white bra, were heaving as she struggled for oxygen, but soon Dave tipped her head back again.

“Open.” He spoke with all the confidence in the world. “Keep it open. Don’t you want to be my filthy little prom queen this afternoon?”

“Yes.” Lindsay dipped her chin in concession. “I want to be your filthy little prom queen.” She tried to relax her throat as he wedged himself back inside. This time, Dave wasn’t content with a few languid strokes. This time, he face-fucked her.

Gripping the top of her head and the hinge of her jaw, Dave fucked with rapid strokes before clogging in as deep as her throat would allow. His black brows winged down at her. “Oh, hot damn. Do all prom queens give blowjobs like this to the prom king?”

“This one does.” Once his dick receded, Lindsay’s mouth opened and shut and opened like that of a fish suffocating for air. Soon, however, she lurched, hungry and gaping to latch on to him again. Dave hooked Lindsay’s jaw open with opposing thumbs and shoved into the well of her throat. She always deferred like this, wanting Dave to choose the pleasures he took from her as her function as a sex worker was to obey, and to yield those pleasures to her clients. The force of Dave’s hips was pure intoxication. The grunt he made as his buttocks clenched and he slammed deep once more, plowing as far as she could take and holding, vibrated through her. Lindsay wallowed in panic as she disobeyed orders and seized his ass, her fingernails clawing to force him further inside.

“There we go. Jesus, right there.” Logic was fading fast for Dave, bleeding into pure, heated need. “Oh, my. It’s so deep.” Sensations continued swelling, congealing. “Do you like it deep?” Lindsay’s head bobbed in compliance as he added, “Filthy little prom queen like it deep?” He exhaled a groan rivaling a rusty hinge and ripped out again.

“I love it deep,” Lindsay said with a reverence in her voice that Dave, despite visiting Nevada brothels for over twenty years, could not believe in the reality of the world around him. It was shameful to pay a woman to role-play a prom fantasy at his age, yet it set him so afire that he couldn’t recognize his own thoughts.

“I want you to play with my balls. Yeah, there you go. Oh, I like that. Lick them. Don’t worry, you can suck on them harder. There you go. Feels so damn good! Can you get both of them in that pretty mouth of yours? Aww, good girl. Good little prom queen. You look perfect, my balls squished in your mouth like that.” His laughter was subdued but devilish. “Uh oh, better be careful. Don’t choke on them now!” Dave glanced to the side for a beat and grinned at the sight of her sequined evening gown, discarded on the floor, an earlier prop for their wicked enactment. “Oooooh, shit. That’s fuckin’ … that’s fuckin’ nice.” He ran his finger across her bare shoulder in a tickling brush. “That’s it. You know what to do with that.”

Lindsay again withdrew and caught her wind before raising her right hand and trailing it along Dave’s chest. “It’s not even halfway down and you’re already gagging me.” She wet her lips, her long hair again a mess of tangles across her face. “How is that possible?”

“Suck it,” he said, guiding his cock back to her mouth and into the hot velvet of her throat. “Yeah, suck it some more. Aww, hold still.” Lindsay complied and Dave took the liberty of thrusting in and out again. “Aww, you feel that? Do you? Fucking that little prom queen mouth of yours? Yeah? Just fuckin’ it? Oh, damn. Keep suckin’ that dick. Yeah, suck it girl.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Thick, skillful fingers grazed the bottom of her chin, lifting her head up. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“I want it bad.”

“You do?”

“I want it bad.”

“Do all prom queens beg for dick like you do?”

“Yeah.” Lindsay’s eyes were an abyss that promised nothing but desire and endless bliss. “I want it. I want it really bad. Thank you for letting me suck it.”

“You are fuckin’ incredible. Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” Dave realized he wouldn’t be able to sustain himself unless they changed things up. Though he wanted this moment of dominance to last forever, hoping Lindsay to yearn for the taste of him, he withdrew and ordered her to get on the bed on all fours.

Once she had done so and made certain the skirt was flipped up beyond her waistline, Dave admired the view of Lindsay’s heart-shaped ass, splayed open to frame the puffy lips of her labia. This chick was skilled at her craft, exposing herself like that for his perverted amusement. Shucking away his shirt, his last remnant of clothing, Dave prowled forward and pressed the head of his latex-sheathed cock against her pussy.

“Oh! Aww, fuck! Oh my God. Give it to me.” Lindsay’s nether lips welcomed him, spreading around the heavy incursion as he eased between them. “Oooooh, I want that big dick. Fuck! I love that big dick.” Dave secured one hand at the base of Lindsay’s neck and forced her hips up with the other, and she was being fucked long, deep, and slow. “Oh my God.”

“Such a good girl.”

“I want it. Oh God, I want that big dick. I want that big, beautiful dick. Give it to me. Give it to me harder!”

“Oh, baby.” Dave felt his own body beating, pulsing, living. “Oh, baby, you’re so good. So, so good.” He leaned down, his lips close to her ear. “I want my filthy little prom queen to tell me what else she wants. Tell me, sweetheart. What else do you want as a prom present?” He decided to give her a little nudge. “Remember what we talked about?”

“Why don’t you spank me?” Amusement flushed through Lindsay once saying her cue. A sharp swat ensued on her backside as Dave stilled his motions. “Sex isn’t near as fun unless I have a sore ass to go along with it.” She bit back another laugh and lowered her forehead to the mattress. “The sorer, the better.”

Lindsay didn’t have time to elaborate because Dave was spanking her in a clap of brisk sounds, his cock buried deep and enjoying every leap and squirm as hellfire rained on her bare bottom. “Get your head down again, honey, and keep it on the bed. Yeah, head down, ass up, like we talked about earlier. Now ride my dick.” But no matter how harsh he was, none of the swats were painful. All of them brought forth heat and pleasure instead, and Lindsay couldn’t have cared less what else he was doing as long as he kept doing this. The nineteen-year-old was soon bouncing her hips back, overcome with desire, impaling herself upon the length of his shaft.

“Damn. Ridin’ the hell out of my fucking dick, aren’t you?” The desperate grip of his hands on her ass seeped into every pore. “That’s so good. Keep your head down. Look at those massive titties bounce and flop around. Such a lovely bra too.” She was a naughty girl, no doubt, enjoying her punishment and being stuffed with dick courtesy of a man she’d met a mere two hours ago. “No way those titties are real.”

“They’re not,” she said through clenched teeth. “But I love them anyway.”

“As you should.”

Now it was Dave’s time to thrust, Lindsay’s time to take it, as he pounded her pussy, his hips whacking against her backside. The unmistakable, decadent sound of flesh slapping flesh seemed to echo through the bedroom, a glam haven for a teenager with its pink striped walls, wicker egg chairs, King-sized bed with a peacock-inspired headboard, and whimsical rabbit pillows.

“Oh God. Oh, hell yeah. Shit.” Dave had been close to climax when her mouth was on him, so he didn’t have much stamina left. Regardless, an additional hour had to be purchased. Lindsay may have been the one red-assed and yelping into the mattress, but Dave was no more in control than she was as his cock plundered in and out. There was something so sexy in having a girl younger than one of his daughters so vulnerable beneath him.

It had been five long weeks since Lindsay returned to the house and asked Pamela and Colt for help at the lowest point of her life. Five long weeks since she escaped the terrors of Sammy and the scars, both mental and physical, he’d inflicted upon her. She had picked up the pieces since, and three hours ago, with her physical wounds healed, she went back to work for the first time in a year. Becoming an inhouse prostitute and knowing what lay ahead made Lindsay feel like a junkie needing a fix. At long last, she was home again, and would welcome every customer with open arms.

No prejudices. It didn’t matter what the man (or woman) looked like, nor any disability or handicap they may possess. No freaky fetish would be turned down either. Bring ‘em on; I want to fuck all of ‘em. Lindsay was aiming for LPIN’s highest honor – Courtesan Of The Year. I’ll even let some twisted degenerate put me in a diaper and burp me silly if he offers enough cash.

“Can we try cowgirl, sweetheart?”

Without saying a word, Lindsay turned and shoved Dave onto the bed beside her. He snuck in eager kisses to her lips and neck as she settled above him and slid down on his dick, her eyes bulging, her mouth open.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Goddammit,” Dave said, his hands moving to her hips for assistance as she started rising and falling atop him. In this position, Lindsay was the one in command. Her hips and thighs determined how hard, how fast she and her john went. The skirt rode up around her waist, leaving her bottom bare for Dave to caress and spank and slap. He did all three as Lindsay fucked him with all the strength her petite, 101-pound frame could muster.

It was the hottest thing in the world to ride a stranger’s dick like this after the turmoil Lindsay had been through with Sammy. Finally, she was in control. Finally, she had some measure of power in her life. The old psychopath had been dispatched, outed as CEO of his company, and disgraced by his family amid sex scandal allegations triggered by Colt. Lindsay wasn’t tied down to one man anymore; she was free to love whomever she wanted, fuck whomever she wanted, and in this one, glorious moment, it was this handsome, charming monger surging beneath her, ecstasy taking them both over.

Dave reached for Lindsay’s bra and peeled it downward, exposing her breasts. “Oh, I love those titties.” Impatient need stabbed him, demanding more. Much more. “So beautiful, so perfect. I wanna suck on them!”

She flexed her Kegel muscles and writhed against him as he pinched and licked her nipples, sending jolting shocks straight to her clitoris. Lindsay pressed her mouth to his and said, “You’re gonna make me come.”

She squealed as Dave put one arm under her ass and lifted her off the bed and carried her over to the desk. “You want more of my dick, sweetheart?” She nipped and tugged at his mouth with a boldness that surprised him. “I’m gonna give you more. A lot more. I’m gonna finish you off too.” Lindsay knew what was expected of her. She placed both hands on the desk and grinned, bottom out, breasts forward, as Dave slid in from behind and started fucking her against it. “Goddammit, you’re so tight.”

“It’s so big.” She arched to meet his thrusts. “It’s big. Oh my God, it’s big. It’s really big. I love it; it’s so big.”

There was nothing sweet or wholesome about what they were doing. Lindsay knew the cameras were rolling, and Colt and Pamela, maybe Jim, too, were watching her on surveillance now as Dave’s cock penetrated her cunt, her breasts squished against the oakwood, her legs spread and hobbled by the ridiculous high heels. Lindsay knew what she looked like – a wayward slut being treated as a wayward slut should be treated – and she loved every minute of it.

I’m never leaving this house again!

“Oh God, sir, oh God, oh my fucking. …” Lindsay’s cries went from the divine to the incomprehensible. She didn’t care about anything else. The world could burst into cataclysmic flames, yet the only thing that mattered was Dave’s cock fucking her to the point of no return. “Oh my goodness! Oh, shit!” She was so damn close, her body convulsing with the effort it took to hold still as Dave filled her, thrusting harder now, lust crashing into him like a battering ram to the gut, and he prayed she’d remember him after he returned home to his wife and kids.

“Right there?” He dropped his hands to her thighs and pried them wider. “You are takin’ it so fuckin’ well. Tell me that you like it.”

“I like it.”

“Tell me, baby. Tell me how much you like it.”

“I like it!” He bucked deeper and growled like a caged beast. “I like … that big … I like that big dick! Oh, I’m gonna come!”

Dave came with a shout instead, burying himself to her cervix and spewing his seed into the condom. Oh, what he would’ve done to deposit it in her womb instead.

Lindsay was on the verge herself. “More! More!” Dave reached down and fingered her pussy, then began spanking her clitoris. Each swat brought her closer to climax, still full of him, and being punished as she felt she deserved. “I … I … oh my God.” Lindsay came with a long wail, pressed hard against the surface of the desk, the wet swollen lips of her well-spanked and fucked pussy pulsing with her heartbeat.

Dave slid out, retreated to the bed, and toppled onto it. He wiped his damp brow with a forearm as his heart jackhammered away. Yet Lindsay stayed at the desk, her bottom on reprehensible display, blazing like molten lava. She wobbled and teetered, her pussy wet and puffy, with her breasts leaving imprints of warmth on the desk. It reminded Dave of an image from a production set somewhere in Porn Valley USA. The sounds Lindsay made – the sighs, the whimpers, the quick, short breaths – were absolute music to his ears.

“Thank you, sir. Ohhhhh, thank you, sir.” She tried to slow her heartbeat, to cool the ardor of lust that still spread through her body. “I needed that … so bad.”

“I can’t believe I’m your first monger in a year. No way that’s true.” Dave shook his head, retrieved a blanket, and draped it over Lindsay’s quaking body. He enveloped her in a warm embrace and steered toward the bed and nestled her in his lap. “That was awesome, honey. Worth every penny.” She tucked her head under his chin as he said, “Best sex I’ve had in a long, long time.”

Lindsay’s hands climbed from his biceps to curl around his neck. “You are my first monger in a year, baby, and I couldn’t have asked for a better one.” To emphasize her point, she cupped Dave’s face and her breath rasped on his lips as she deposited kisses there. “Again, thank you.” Rosy red cheeks had lowered her inner guard. “What an awesome way to start my job back up again!”

But Dave could feel reality’s cold grip looming. “How much time do we have left?” No, this hadn’t been enough. It would never be enough. He wanted more.

She glanced at the timer counting down on her smartphone. “Seven minutes.”

“How about I purchase another hour? Is that okay with you?” Lindsay’s eyes ballooned as Dave said, “I want to go down on you again, sweet Kayleigh, have you suck my dick again, and maybe we could fuck some more too. What do you say? I’ll offer another seven hundred dollars and throw in a fifty-dollar gift card as a tip.”

She laced her fingers around his. “I’d love that, sir.”

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(h/t The Salt Lake Enquirer) Gradiph Pharmaceuticals CEO Michael Steele resigned Wednesday, just over five years after he took the top job at the pharmaceutical and biotechnology juggernaut, due to what the company said was “an improper relationship” with a female prostitute.

The company said Chief Financial Officer Marvin Thomas, 56, would serve as president and CEO on an interim basis, while Chairman Tony Dier, 48, assumes more executive duties.

The press release said the board of directors asked for and received the 59-year-old Steele’s resignation after “the completion of an initial phase in a comprehensive ethics review by an independent consultant” into the personal relationship between Steele and the prostitute, who was not identified.

The company said that Steele abandoned his wife of 39 years and divorced her in favor of the prostitute, reportedly a recent high school graduate. Though the relationship had no effect on their business itself, the company said it violated Gradiph’s code of conduct.

“The Board concluded that the facts reflected poorly on Michael’s judgment and would impair his ability to lead the company into the future,” said a statement from Dier.

On Tuesday, The Los Angeles Telegram published an exposé (updated on Wednesday) that detailed claims of many years of inappropriate sexual behavior from Steele with countless female prostitutes allegedly dating as far back as the 1970s. Analysts believe that exposé, combined with questions about Gradiph’s business ethics in recent years gave the board no choice but to take a hard line.

In a telephone call with reporters, Dier said the company was alerted to the relationship from an anonymous source who had been witness to the relationship between Steele and the prostitute. Dier said that Steele admitted to the relationship and cheating on his then-wife when first confronted by Dier.

“We felt as more details were disclosed it would cause an avalanche of negative publicity for the company,” Dier said.

Steele will receive the normal retirement package to which he would have been entitled with no additional payments to encourage his resignation, Dier said. But he did not detail the amount of severance or separation pay he will receive. Gradiph’s most recent proxy statement showed that Steele had a base salary of $19 million as CEO, and annual incentives equal up to 120 percent of base pay, or an additional $22.8 million. His Gradiph webpage biography still lists him as being married to his long-time wife, Barbara, with four children and eleven grandchildren.

Shares of Gradiph’s company had fallen from $111.14 to $88.63 at the close of trading on Wednesday, a more than 20 percent decrease. The drop cost Steele himself about $73 million.

Steele was named CEO on July 1, 2014, and was hired in 1979.

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Though he’d read that online news article too many times to count since it was released last week, nothing could wipe the smug grin from Colt’s face as he relaxed at the bar. I am that anonymous source. It may have been an industry taboo to intrude in the private life of a monger, perhaps a kill shot for the house if word ever got out that he was the source, but Colt had no choice. I can’t allow him the opportunity to do to another courtesan the atrocities he did to Lindsay.

I hope Sammy gets what he deserves.

Step one was complete.

Soon, it would be time for step two.

Colt had dealt with men of power his entire career, ones who believed they were above the law and somehow deserving. He turned a blind eye for the most part, though, as none did anything unlawful while in the brothel itself. Well, except asking a girl for a bareback blowjob or fucking, or the occasional ass fucking. Colt hated men like Sammy. Why can’t he show some empathy? What is it that makes him want to be so violent? So controlling? Why did he think of women as “possessions” who weren’t entitled to hobbies or personalities? No will of their own?

And why did Sammy call Pamela, of all people, a “slut” during their last party? Pamela isn’t a slut; she’s a businesswoman, and Sammy’s damn lucky I didn’t barge into the room and kick his teeth right down his throat.

There was no need to worry about him anymore. Almost every brothel in the state agreed to blacklist that piece of garbage. If he ever came back to Happy Ending Ranch, Colt wouldn’t hesitate to call the sheriff and have him arrested for trespassing.

Subsequent news reports indicated that Sammy had fallen out of favor with his children because of this scandal, too, and scurried off to Alaska to elude the firestorm of media that harassed him in Salt Lake City. With any luck, he stays there, and never comes back.

What did Lindsay see in Sammy, anyway? I’ve never understood the concept of handing your life over to someone in exchange for money and gifts. The two of them couldn’t have many common interests, right? Not with the double generational gap. I can’t imagine Lindsay shooting skeet or fly fishing with him. There’s no way.

Over the past five weeks, Colt had kept a close eye on Lindsay. He’d observed her, scrutinized her, and concluded that, in some ways, she was a far different person than the one who took a job here last July. That girl used to annoy the ever-lovin’ piss out of me. Lindsay had no game plan for the future, wouldn’t listen to constructive criticism, and couldn’t handle rejection at all. She had been, in Colt’s mind, a “dodo bird.” I still don’t know why I didn’t flat-out fire her for all the times she moped and sulked after being passed over in lineups. 

Did having a long-term sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship with a man forty years her senior change Lindsay this much? She’s far more mature now and much more levelheaded, more mild-tempered. Perhaps most surprising was that earlier this morning, before Dave arrived and plucked Lindsay from a lineup, she showed no ill effects of Jenna being selected over her in the one before it. I didn’t sense a tiny shred of jealousy.

Was it maturity? Or was it the fact Sammy kept Lindsay as a submissive for ten months? I doubt he would’ve put up with the whininess she was known for a year ago. She’s been trained to be compliant, non-argumentive, willing. But since Lindsay was now out from underneath Sammy’s thumb, would she revert to her old ways? The sense of entitlement? The immaturity?

I suppose your best friend killing herself could be a way to make you grow up in a hurry, too, since everyone in Citronelle still accuses her of being the reason Evie’s dead.

Colt recalled a story Jim told him last year when he took Lindsay to the Sulaco County Sheriff’s Department so she could apply for a sheriff’s card. Ol’ Irene gave her a hard time, the standard, boring lecture about how she shouldn’t accept a job with us because it would ruin the rest of her life. Lindsay didn’t take it well, of course, and broke down into tears.

Yet yesterday morning?

Lindsay kind of smirked at Irene, took the mean old bat’s criticism in stride, and wished her a pleasant day. Colt should know; this time, he was with her. And once we left, Lindsay was happy, all smiles – and it wasn’t an act. All she said was that Irene was a pathetic human being and should mind her own business. I couldn’t agree more.

But Lindsay was still the same person from a year ago in other ways, though. She is more polite than any girl I’ve ever had here; she’s an endless bundle of sunshine, a little giver who wants to please and satisfy her clients as much as Pamela does. Did Colt ever believe he’d find a woman who rivaled his wife in that regard? If Lindsay stays this time and doesn’t vanish into thin air again, she’s a gold mine. Since Jim put her profile back up on the website over the weekend, she’d been the talk of the bulletin board. I’ve had at least seven or eight people call me – many more who e-mailed – all wanting to book appointments with the infamous Kayleigh Sucks.

Kayleigh Sucks. Why didn’t Colt constantly refer to her as “Kayleigh” anymore? Good question. She hadn’t worked these past five weeks since coming back to the house. Well, she hasn’t worked as a prostitute, at least – not with two broken ribs, those bruises, and all the pain she was in. Rather, Lindsay helped with general household chores, wanting to do her part in exchange for food and a roof over her head. Scrubbing toilets and washing cum-stained linens day after day can knock a person down a peg or two in a hurry. Truth was, she had evolved in Colt’s eyes too. She’s been “Lindsay” since returning, that’s it, and it’s gonna be difficult to start calling her “Kayleigh” again in front of customers and the other ladies.

I almost called her Lindsay when Dave was out here. Why couldn’t Sammy be more like Dave? Hell, why couldn’t every monger be more like Dave? The man loves his wife. Says she has MS, and she supports him coming out here to get his rocks off. He holds no secrets from her. Although Dave could be rowdy and push boundaries, he still respected every working girl he’d ever been with. He was kind, giving, and treated them like human beings. What a novel concept. He was one of Pamela’s favorites, too, and Colt knew his bride couldn’t wait until the threesome she and Lindsay had scheduled with him at eight o’clock tonight.

Pamela wanted Colt to consider the possibility of a three-way relationship with Lindsay. In fact, she’d been harping on him in recent times to give it a go. Pamela has even mentioned the word marriage. Colt scrubbed a hand through his hair and blew out a breath. Whatever happened to the idea of a traditional marriage? The sanctity of marriage? While Colt realized he wasn’t one to talk, not being the owner of a brothel and having a neon silhouette of his wife blazing on the marquee out front, he’d held out hope things wouldn’t always be this way. How would we start a family if we invited Lindsay into the mix?

“Simple,” Pamela said to him a week ago when they last discussed this same topic. “You could get Lindsay pregnant too. She says she’d love to have a baby … your baby.”

Colt’s head trembled. I don’t want that. That type of life doesn’t interest me. It’s insanity. While yes, Lindsay was far more appealing than she was at this time last year, no longer an emotional, dim-witted dodo bird, Colt kept trying to convince himself that he only had eyes for one woman. I love Pamela with all my heart and don’t need anyone else.

But a little voice lurking deep inside his head, defiant as it was, had been gaining traction over the past several days. Your own wife, dude, has been begging you to have sex with her and Lindsay. Yes, that sweet-smelling, soft, silky, sassy-flirty-funny charming little blonde strumpet. How many guys would die to be in your position?

Yet all you do is continue to resist the temptation.

In time, what else could he do but give in to the inevitable?

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Dave turned her around and held her as he had in the parlor, but this time with Pamela only in the expensive lingerie he had given her for the purpose of gift-wrapping his all-time-favorite courtesan for himself, which would of course lead to the moment when he would rip it from her body. Pamela yielded to the embrace and rolled her head about with a smile, comfortable to be nearly naked in his arms, her body so warm and inviting – and so ready for what promised to be an unforgettable threesome.

Before she could get any words out, Dave covered Pamela’s mouth and kissed her, his knuckles brushing down the side of her face. His opposite hand slid from Pamela’s waist to her round, full ass, and his middle finger sought the tiny strip of fabric that concealed her feminine treasure. Pamela clutched at his chest, dragging him against her, as his finger worked its way around the thong and into the pussy he’d soon conquer. “Oh, Pamela. How are you so wet already?”

“Sir, may I take your cock into my mouth?”

Dave’s attention was diverted, as he glanced down at Lindsay, naked and in position on her hands and knees, her ass perched high in the air. “Of course you can, honey. By all means.”

“Thank you, sir.” Her eyes focused on the hard shaft before her, Lindsay brushed a thumb over the soft pillow of her bottom lip. She crawled forward, like a shuffling puppy, craning her neck and applying a fresh condom before kissing and licking his thigh. She felt his hand on her head and wondered if he would pulverize her mouth the same way as earlier, but Dave stroked her hair, which provided her with a sense of love and endearment.

Now Lindsay truly did want to please him, more than anything, and took his dick into her mouth and imitated the up and down motion that Dave had enforced on her this afternoon with his hand in her hair. Thoughts of family members passed through her mind, and Lindsay blushed at the shameless way she served her paying client, crouched between his legs, earning a living.

What would Grandma think if she saw me now?

Soon Lindsay would be on the bed, on her elbows and knees, and Dave would again fuck her in the doggy style position. He laid out everything he wanted to do, step by step, during negotiations. This time, however, Lindsay would get to lick Pamela’s pussy, too, to revel in its taste, its endless charms. The experience would be overwhelming, for sure, the rush of getting reamed from behind by a well-endowed man while having her face stuffed full of her favorite dessert treat. I’m so glad Pamela doesn’t require dental dams anymore.

Lindsay’s cheeks took on a pink glow as Dave and Pamela fondled her in unison. The man’s hands were insistent as he forced her chin upwards, making him the only thing reflecting in her eyes. Lindsay’s creased brow showcased a delightful concentration as her head bobbed to the task of fellatio. Dave pushed deeper, massaging Lindsay’s cheek with his right hand, but his left came around to cup the back of her head so he could hold her face while moving in and out between her lips. Lindsay steadied her breathing and kept her mouth agape, fearing she may disappoint him if her teeth were to scrape the shaft as he used her to pleasure himself.

Lindsay cast her gaze downward and now only saw the wiry hairs of Dave’s scrotum as he came and went. Despite the ache in her jaw, she remembered that Dave was a paying customer, and using her like this made him feel satisfaction. Little sounds rumbled from him – grunts, gasps, hurried breaths – which offered Lindsay a sense of pride as heat continued to blossom from her pussy. I love sucking this cock. I wish I could suck it forever.

Pamela bit her lip and knew she had to have Lindsay, too, adorable and still innocent as she was, as she exalted Dave in this authentic act of submissive gratitude. “You’re so pretty when you have a dick in your mouth,” Pamela said, breaking away from Dave and dropping down to bent knee. “And you always seem so happy with one.” She brushed the hair back from Lindsay’s face and pecked her cheek. “I want to see you with a dick in your mouth a lot more from now on, too, you know.”

Unable to resist, Lindsay giggled and tilted her head, and something foreign, some emotion he didn’t understand pierced Dave’s heart as the two gorgeous, bombshell blondes were now kissing each other hot and hungry. He was meticulous with what he wanted during this threesome, but told Pamela and Lindsay beforehand they could hug and kiss on each other for however long they wanted. He gasped as his body was blanketed with chills. The kiss lasted for a while, too, until Lindsay ended it so she wouldn’t forget to take care of something more important.

Lindsay lunged forward again, this time with her mouth open and tongue curled over her lower lip. Pamela watched Lindsay swallow Dave’s cock like a professional, so different from the way she was a year ago during their lone threesome with another man, Darius Randall from Idaho. Deeper and deeper Lindsay took her latest john, pleasure screaming beneath his skin.

Dave couldn’t deny himself the temptation, either, as he twined his fingers in Lindsay’s hair and held her still so he could pump in and out with wild abandon, not minding her distressed whimpers, trusting that she loved receiving the face-fuck as much as he loved giving it.

“Keep suckin’ that dick,” he said. “Man, that feels heavenly. Yeah, stroke it with your hand too.”

Dave’s arousal kicked up a notch, or three, as the delightful sensation of a woman’s mouth serenading the delicate skin of his testicles made him take immediate notice. The sight of Pamela bending her face, not wanting to be forgotten in all this euphoria, of using her little pink tongue in such a lewd manner reminded Dave why whoremongering was his favorite hobby. There were several women to be had like Pamela, like Lindsay, Kenzie, Amelia, and Jenna, women to spank and fuck, to prod and grope, and nothing could compare to spending an entire day, as Dave had, at Happy Ending Ranch.

He watched Pamela’s eyes dart up and they shared a smile. The image of her face beneath his testicles, with the added sensation of her tongue lapping away, and Lindsay’s head moving back and forth made his heart leap. “Good girls. You two work so well together. I should just stand here and let you two do this all night.” Pamela shifted her gaze to Lindsay and splayed kisses along her cheek before returning to her wanton duty.

“Don’t hog it all for yourself, sweetie.” Pamela smiled as Lindsay was eager to present Dave’s cock to her. Pamela took him inside and his hands shifted to her head, and he showed her how far to move, and how fast.

Dave felt another climax rushing toward him, galloping like a racehorse nearing the finish line, and pushed Pamela’s head down to enjoy it to the utmost. Sperm was boiling in his balls, ready to burst, but all hell broke loose once Lindsay leaned in, tongue extended, and snagged a testicle with her greedy mouth.

Dave rumbled out a final grunt, and held Pamela with authority, his cock spurting with furious jerks, his rigid thigh muscles hard as rock around her. She deferred, passing him back to Lindsay, who sucked the man’s dick in penance until he stumbled back, falling onto the bed in an exhausted, listless heap. A thousand shards of ecstasy splintered and roared through from within his gut, maybe his bones. His body, his soul itself, strained to be a part of these two lovelies, for them all to merge as one, and enjoy a happily ever after – at least until his hour was up.

While their customer needed time to recover and come back to reality, Pamela took the initiative, slanting her mouth over Lindsay’s and kissing her with a desire that had Lindsay grappling for thought, composure, anything to stabilize her. Pamela reveled in the softness, the texture, the perfection of Lindsay’s mouth. It tasted wet, invigorating; golly gee, it tasted like Dave’s dick. Pamela hauled her closer, sliding her hands from Lindsay’s waist to her back, their voluptuous curves melding, grinding, and leaving both aching for more. Pamela was persistent, skillful, sweeping her tongue through the recesses of Lindsay’s mouth, savoring her.

How had they gone a full year without doing this?

When their lips parted and their gazes met, an inferno broke out. The dark, hooded intensity across Lindsay’s face spoke volumes about the kiss they just shared, and it meant Pamela was not alone in her feelings.

Their lips clashed again. Pamela’s mouth was on Lindsay’s or Lindsay’s was on hers. Pamela wasn’t sure which, nor did it matter. But holy hell, it felt divine. The taste of her mouth nourished Pamela in a way that defied logic. She pulled back, needing to see Lindsay, to drink her in. Pamela slid her hands through Lindsay’s sumptuous hair, found her mouth yet again, and ransacked it. Lindsay squirmed about and it fired her blood to a fever pitch.

A moment later, however, Pamela cried out in surprise because Dave had picked her up, one hand between her legs, inside her G-string, the other around her neck, and half-laid, half-tossed her onto the bed. Pamela’s heart choked within her throat at the unexpected rush of being manhandled, with Dave tearing the white chemise from the thirty-one-year-old’s body, rendering her topless. More ripping sounds followed, this time the seams of Pamela’s stockings giving way, and then Dave had two fingers at the entrance to her pussy, pushing inside, penetrating her, his thumb circling her clitoris, otherwise ignoring her G-string. If Pamela had any objections, they evaporated with the plunging motions, the adrenaline that fueled Dave which left her sawing in and out for breath.

“He did say he wanted to unwrap you like a birthday present!” Lindsay’s eyes were clear as the blue ocean on a sunny day as she hovered over Pamela on her hands and knees and enjoyed the spectacle.

A smile walked up one side of Dave’s face as he fucked Pamela with his fingers. He loved watching her squirm like this. The ragged breaths as her need increased. The deranged glint in her eyes. Pamela’s hands were on the headboard, her head thrashing against the pillow in rapture. Dave stole a glance of young Lindsay, who swept her long hair to the side and attached her lips to Pamela’s right breast. She slurped away, wanting her own nourishment, and when Dave found the perfect rhythm and settled in, giving her the goods, Pamela’s hips pushed off the bed and held in mid-air as an orgasm shredded her reality.

Despite being a seasoned prostitute, Pamela didn’t hold back, and screamed out in what could only be described as the sexiest shrill Dave had ever heard. Like all her other regulars, he knew that she was genuine, and this was no performance vying for an Academy Award. Dave climbed on top and nestled a knee between her legs as she rode out the final few surges. She didn’t see it coming, either, when Lindsay straddled her face and lowered her pussy, but Pamela’s tongue instinctively shifted into overdrive.

Lindsay’s mouth dangled open and she stared up at the ceiling in response, an arm hooked over her forehead, her body writhing. Beads of sweat trickled down her face, her chest, and Dave had to hold back from licking them off.

But then her face turned and chaos was in her eyes as she focused on Dave, or more specifically, the wilted flesh between his legs. “I want your dick back in my mouth!” Dave witnessed something inside her unleash. “Put it back in my mouth so I can get you hard and you can take turns fucking us!”

Soon enough, Lindsay’s mouth was full of cock again, and more shameful sounds of service filled the bedroom as Pamela’s tongue also flicked away, her hands gripping Lindsay’s hips, holding her still. Lindsay cried and wretched, and felt herself drooling around the latex as Dave, still beat, still limp, did his best to thrust. God help her, Lindsay loved sucking dick more than life itself.

But Pamela was right there, too, all along, and Lindsay brought a hand down between her thighs and masturbated as the warmth grew and grew. And when Dave told her to inhale his balls again, Lindsay had no choice but to obey, and the man frigged his shaft with his right hand in the open air. Lindsay experienced an orgasm of her own, tumbling over the edge into an abyss of feeling and sensations, twitching in Pamela’s grasp as that tongue kept doing its wondrous thing.

A scream that would have been earsplitting were it not for the testicles in Lindsay’s mouth ensued. She clamped her thighs around Pamela’s head, and raised her hips a few inches, while Pamela squirmed and bounced in place,  unprepared for the literal deluge of a squirt erupting from Lindsay’s vaginal walls. Pamela was drenched, a sudden, catastrophic mess, her face and upper torso caked with nectar. But that was okay, because she kept licking Lindsay’s pussy, craving it like a drug, a narcotic, and she was the junkie now.

“I love you, baby!” Pamela said, uncharacteristically lost in the moment, forgetting that they had a trick present, and that he needed to be their centerpiece. “Oh God, Lindsay, I’ve always loved you … and I was always will. I’ll never stop loving you! Please, stay with us forever.”

Dave quirked an eyebrow at the use of her real name, but shoved the thought to the wayside as Lindsay, still gasping, crested downward from her climax. She swung one knee away from Pamela’s head and crumpled over on the mattress, exhausted, needing a breather of her own. The smile that broke out across her face blinded Dave with its beauty and sincerity. He stepped forward and lowered his balls to Pamela’s face and she began suckling, her chocolate brown eyes bright, alluring, zeroed in on him as an aura of undying devotion swirled all around her.

“I think she needs to get fucked.” Lindsay’s voice was soft and sweet, yet full of sass, as she gazed their way.

Dave’s expression was alight with giddiness. “Oh, you think Pamela needs to get fucked?”

“Yeah.” Lindsay wagged her finger. “I think she needs to eat my pussy again while you fuck her.”

“Well, she is your girlfriend. If anyone, you should know what’s best for her.”

“Do you need to get fucked?”

“I think I do,” Pamela said to Lindsay, cupping and squeezing her own breasts, Dave’s testicles resting atop her lips. She gave him a little lash with her tongue. “Dave can trade off a couple times, too, and take turns fucking us while we lick each other’s pussies.”

He flashed his signature grin. “Just like we discussed.”

“Yes,” Lindsay said.

“Do you want us to change the sheets first?” Pamela asked Dave. “The upper half of the bed is drenched and I think Kayleigh soaked it through right down to the mattress itself.” She laughed and glanced over at her younger lover. “I think I’m gonna put at least a dozen towels down whenever we’re together from now on. Good God, honey, when you squirt, you gush.”

“Kayleigh, eh?” Dave smiled as Lindsay’s cheeks again turned pink at Pamela’s words, and he shook his head. “No, sweet girl, no, that won’t be necessary. I want to fuck both you and Kayleigh in this pool of … whatever it is.”

“Pussy cum!” Lindsay chirped.

“Take a drink of Gatorade first,” Pamela said. “You might be a little dehydrated, honey, this being your first day back on the job after such a long time off.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The three of them settled in the center of the bed with Dave in the middle. He closed his eyes and groaned as one hand gripped his cock and jacked away while another plucked at his testicles. He didn’t know if there was an explanation for his feelings, but he couldn’t escape them. Pamela was to his left, snuggled close, the side of her face using his shoulder as a pillow. Lindsay was against his right side, her tiny hand a blur as it stroked away. Dave squeezed and caressed both, indulging in their feminine charms, and brought Lindsay’s mouth to his for a kiss. Pamela shifted about and curled her left leg around his thigh, humping her pussy against it like a bitch in heat. In that moment, Dave felt a wave of fierce protective toward both. No way he ever wanted this threesome to end.

“I can’t believe I’m about to say this,” he murmured, his teeth now nibbling on Pamela’s earlobe as Lindsay sucked his neck, “but at my job – I’m a mechanical engineer – I received a hefty bonus this past quarter, quite a generous payout.” He stroked Pamela’s breast with one hand while the other kneaded the back of Lindsay’s neck. The scent of Pamela’s hair was spellbinding. “I’ve also had some recent, extraordinary luck with the stock market.”

Goosebumps popping, Dave glared up the ceiling as the two darling prostitutes continued tending to his needs.

“Girls, I … I think I’d like to purchase an overnight with you.” Uncertainty – was this financially wise? – stirred within his belly as Pamela and Lindsay stopped their lustful ministrations, retreated, and stared at him with delight. “Both of you – an overnight threesome.” Acid worry mixed with clawing desire.

“Hell, yeah!” Lindsay bit her lip and began jacking him off again.

“I’ve never had as much fun as I’m having right now. That’s for sure.” What a luxury tonight had been, but he needed more. “But how much is that going to cost? Never had an overnight, either, let alone one with two girls. I’m hoping it’s not too much.”

“Don’t worry about it, okay? We still have twenty-five minutes left in this party.” Dave found his fingers laced with Pamela’s as he listened to her words. “You’re a wonderful man, baby, and it’s always a pleasure to party with you. You always have gifts for every girl you see. Heck, you gave Colt a woodworking figurine of a stripper dancing on a pole. He put that on the desk in his office and says it’s staying there.” Dave opened his mouth to say something, but her fingertips touched his lips and the thought wilted away. “You work hard for your money, I’m sure, and I … we don’t want to bankrupt you. Or drain your bonus.” She glanced over at Lindsay. “Right, honey? Dave is one of the most generous men I’ve ever met.”

“I’m hoping this party never ends! And it has nothing to do with the money. I’m so happy being back here.”

“Whatever you want, baby, however long you want, it’ll be a fair price.” Pamela spoke in a hypnotic voice and drummed three fingers on his lips. “In fact, as long as Kayleigh is okay with it, I’m fine charging you the house minimum.”

Though his heart made pirouettes, Dave nodded and was now otherwise at ease, and smiled.

“Look! His dick is getting hard again!” Lindsay bundled her fists into the soiled linen and focused on Pamela. “It’s almost time for him to fuck you.”

A medley of tingles needled Dave’s skin.

“No,” Pamela trilled in response, “it’s time for him to fuck you.”

“No, you!”

He sensed the gates of Heaven opening, beckoning him inside. What else could paradise be? Could it be any better than this? These two giggling, happy girls, so much in love, a perfect match together, leaned across his chest and shared a deep, sloppy kiss.

Dave had quite the night ahead of him. …