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“The VIP Treatment” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story about getting the VIP treatment in Las Vegas. Having been to Vegas and shared some personal experiences, I can attest that it knows how to treat its high rollers. This isn’t necessarily based on a true story, but I doubt anyone would be surprised if something like it happened. Enjoy!

“Happy Birthday, Christopher Henry Harpsworth,” said a deep, seductive voice. “Your VIP treatment is about to begin.”

Hearing those sensual words, the young man who’d been tasked with carrying on an old legacy prepared himself for a hefty dose of forbidden indulgence. It had taken a lot of planning, effort, and cunning to set everything up, complete with a web of elaborate lies that ensured some badly-needed freedom from his family responsibilities. Upon seeing the fruits of his labor, though, Christopher could safely say the toil was worth it.

“I want…no, I need this. I need it so fucking bad,” he said in an almost-desperate tone.

“Don’t worry,” said the source of the seductive voice. “For what you paid us, you’re sure as hell going to get it!”

Her words, as well as the context in which she said them, felt like they had been ripped straight out of a fantasy…one that just happened to be as expensive as it was elaborate. For what Christopher needed, it couldn’t have been anything less.

He’d already paid handsomely to reserve the presidential suite at a Las Vegas luxury resort for an entire weekend. He had to pay even more to modify the master bedroom to his fanciful specifications. That included blacking out the windows, covering the lights with red-tinted shades, and modifying the king-sized bed so that it had special fixtures on the headboard and sides to accommodate certain sexual accessories.

“Are you comfortable?” the voice asked him.

“Relatively speaking,” Christopher replied with a half-humored tone, “but I’m getting there. This is just…something I never thought I’d get a chance to do.”

“It’s your fantasy. It’s happening, as we speak. You can stop overthinking it, Birthday Boy.”

That was easier said than done. Lying in the center of the oversized bed, wearing nothing both a pair of white underwear, Christopher tried to relax atop the soft, French linins. That wasn’t easy while his arms were bound to the headboard by special rope, courtesy of a local BDSM store. If that weren’t challenging enough, he was surrounded by five beautiful women wearing G-string thongs and camisole lingerie. Each woman was there to make his fantasy a reality and they took that role seriously.

They were prostitutes, each of which had been carefully screened and very well-compensated to make his fantasy real. They were not the kind of prostitutes who worked on street corners or within seedy clubs. Each woman could’ve easily been mistaken for a supermodel or a porn star. Such beauty cost extra, but Christopher gladly paid it and then some.

In addition to the money, they all had to sign an ironclad non-disclosure agreement that ensured the substance of his fantasy would never leave the walls of the resort. The women, whether they were enticed by the money or the prospect of serving some rich young man’s fantasy, signed on with surprising eagerness. The de-facto leader of the pack, a woman calling herself Amy Rox, set a tone that felt both playful and serious.

“We all know the deal, Mr. Harpsworth,” said Amy. “You’re a rich, handsome young man looking to celebrate in his own, kinky way.”

“It’s uh…not quite that simple, but still mostly accurate,” he said sheepishly.

“You hired me and my sister whores – Roxy, Raven, Trixie, and Candy – to spend the night satisfying you. From what I can tell, it’s been a while since you’ve had a satisfying birthday.”

“Or a satisfying night, for that matter,” said Candy, the platinum-blonde woman who appeared to be second-in-command. “Seriously, why does such a cute guy with a big trust fund look like he’s never been surrounded by half-naked women?”

“It’s probably because he hasn’t,” noted Trixie, a tall woman with large breasts and an exotic complexion. “Trust me. I know the signs and I’m not just referring to the tent he’s pitching in his briefs.”

Christopher smiled and blushed. The women were more perspective than he’d expected. He resisted the urge to tell them how right they were. If they’d known why he went to such lengths to live out his lurid fantasies, they would’ve either laughed or not believed him.

They weren’t wrong for thinking that he had the means to surround himself with naked women. He wasn’t just young and rich. He was the primary heir to the Harpsworth fortune and business empire. His family went back five generations and, over the years, had accumulated a level of wealth that still left accountants astonished. For that reason, along with his youth and relative good looks, Christopher didn’t blame people for thinking he didn’t have to do much to indulge in his every decadent whim.

The reality of being a Harpsworth, though, was hardly a fantasy. Christopher was fairly certain that nobody, be they beautiful women or a random guy on the street, understood why his wealthy life rarely felt like a privilege.

“It doesn’t matter how many times he’s been tied to a bed and surrounded by naked women,” said Amy, keeping the mood dead serious. “What matters is we’re here. This handsome young man has needs and he’s trusting us to fulfill them.”

“And he’s paying us,” added Roxy. “He’s paying us a lot.”

“All the more reason to do a damn good job!”

Amy, like the leader of an army regiment, made the first move. With a sultry glint in her eyes, she crawled up onto the king-sized bed and hovered over his bound form. Looming over him, she looked like a cross between an angel from Heaven and a temptress from Hell. As he gazed up at her, the bulge in his underwear grew even larger.

“Looks like he’s trying to make it easier for us,” said Raven, her gaze narrowing on the bulge.

“Let’s hope not,” said Candy. “I prefer a challenge!”

“Trust me, sister whores. This will not be easy,” said Amy.

She spoke with such certainty. It was like she knew why his needs had become so desperate. There was no way she could’ve known, even if she read the fine print on the NDA. As he gazed into her eyes, though, Christopher sensed she understood more than he dared concede.

His mouth already dry with anticipation, Amy didn’t surmise more of his motivation. She just hovered over him while the four other half-naked women surrounded him from all sides, each casting him a seductive look. A couple even reached in and playfully rubbed the bulge in his underwear. That really got his blood flowing in the right directions…or wrong, if he were judging by Harpsworth standards.

“Before we get to the main course, let’s enjoy some appetizers,” Amy said seductively.

“What if we’re hungry now?” asked Trixie.

“You’ll just have to wait. He clearly knows a thing or two about patience. It’s only fair that we appreciate it too.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Raven scoffed.

“Oh it’s there,” Amy said confidently. “It’s definitely there.”

Her certainty was almost as much a turn-on as her perfectly-shaped breasts, which couldn’t have been natural. Christopher, his wrists still bound and his body still prone, was even more captivated by the sensual spirit of the moment. While the four other women were clearly intent on doing what he’d paid them to do, Amy took it more seriously.

She helped reinforce that point as she slipped off him briefly and led the charge, once more. She began by kissing him on the lips and pawing his chest, skillfully using her tongue to convey an extra level of sensuality. As he tasted her sweet lips, the four other women went to work tasting other parts of his body. Before he knew it, Christopher felt like the ultimate treat at a sex buffet.

“Mmm…so young, strong, and prestigious,” Roxy commented as she trailed her lips over his nipple. “I like it!”

“You taste good, Mr. Harpsworth,” said Trixie after licking down the lower part of his navel.

“Is this making your birthday extra-happy yet?” asked Raven.

Christopher opened his mouth to answer, but now words came out. He just gasped in blissful contentment, his body finally settling into the fantasy that once seemed so distant. It had taken him longer than expected to fully wrap his head around it, but it finally sank in. His most intimate fantasy was really happening.

The five beautiful women demonstrated remarkable coordination as they went about tasting his half-naked body, exploring his manly flesh with their soft lips. It was so erotic and stimulating, sending shivers of bliss and energy surging through his body. He might have even squealed with delight, at one point. If he had, the women didn’t hold it against him. They never once deviated from the sensual spirit of the fantasy.

“Kiss me…taste me…embrace me,” Christopher found himself saying in between gasps.

“Shh,” Amy said softly. “Just relax. Let us lovely ladies do what we need to do.”

The wealthy young man gladly obliged. The five women were gentle, but thorough, taking turns tasting specific areas. After thoroughly tasting his lips, Amy turned her attention to his neck and shoulders, allowing Candy to move in and twirl her tongue with his, as well. Roxy, Raven, and Trixie each patiently waited their turn, but kept themselves very busy in the meantime.

The five beautiful women left little of his exposed body untouched, unkissed, and unstimulated. Inch by inch, they trailed their lips and tongues around the sinews of his upper body, showing utmost care. They were playful, but affectionate, a rare combination for anyone carrying the Harpsworth name. It was so intense that Christopher’s breathing became ragged.

“Easy, Birthday Boy. Easy,” Amy whispered into his ear. “Breathe. Relax. You’re the ultimate VIP. It’s okay to enjoy it.”

She made it sounds so easy and alluring. By every objective measure, it was. By the skewed standards of the Harpsworth family, though, it might as well have been an alien concept.

He tried not to think about his family’s rigid standards. He just wanted to enjoy the treatment of a wealthy VIP in Las Vegas. The five beautiful women kept doing their part, flashing him seductive looks as they kissed and pawed his upper body. By the time they’d tasted the breadth of his flesh, the bulge in his underwear became too large to ignore.

“Those look so confining,” commented Candy as she kissed around his upper thigh. “I think it’s time we take them off.”

“Yes, I agree,” said Amy. “His dick needs to be free…in more ways than one.”

Christopher offered no opposition. He just kept grinning in a daze as the five women gathered around his waist, grabbed the sides of his underwear, and removed them to expose his throbbing manhood. He didn’t know how hard a man’s dick was supposed to get in anticipation of fulfilling an overdue desire. He was fairly certain that his had raised the bar.

“Wow!” said Raven in amazement. “That is a hell of a boner.”

“Either someone took a few blue pills this morning or there are other forces behind this little birthday fantasy,” said Trixie.

“I’m usually inclined to believe the former, but this time…I’m not so sure,” said Roxy.

Christopher blushed again as the beautiful women marveled over the sight of his hardened cock. Amy was the only one who didn’t divert her gaze from his. She still had that glint in her eyes that told him she understood more than her fellow prostitutes.

“Whatever the case, I’m positive that we’re all very overdressed,” said Amy.

“A sentence I never thought a high-class would say with a straight face,” teased Raven.

“He’s made his needs and desires clear,” she went on. “We can’t do our jobs while fully clothed.”

“Good thing I used to be a stripper,” said Candy.

Showing more coordination – a kind most wouldn’t attribute to prostitutes or former strippers – the five beautiful women stripped naked before his eyes. They even put on a show, of sorts.

Trixie and Candy teased one another as they took turns taking off one another’s camisole, exposing their perfectly round breasts in the process. Raven and Roxy did something similar, standing up on the bed together and wiggling their hips as they slid off their G-string thongs, giving him a perfect view of their luscious lady parts. Amy kept things simple, hovering right over him as she removed her top and slid out of her underwear. It was as though she wanted to make sure he saw every inch of her naked body.

It was a sight Christopher wouldn’t soon forget. While he had seen naked women before – and not just through a computer screen, either – he’d never seen it take such a fanciful form. It was like a dream playing out before his eyes. He swore it made his dick even harder, if that were even possible. It also further affirmed just how much he needed the satisfaction that five beautiful women could offer.

“Beautiful,” Christopher said with unmitigated awe. “You amazingly wonderful women…are so beautiful.”

“Aw, thanks!” said Roxy. “That might be the nicest comment anyone has ever given me when I’m naked.”

“He didn’t even mention my tits or my freshly shaved pussy,” Trixie said. “I don’t know why you have so many needs, Christopher Harpsworth, but I’m glad you hired us to meet them!”

He kept smiling as they posed before him, showing off their bodies like models on a runway. It was becoming harder and harder to hide. His circumstances were different from that of other rich VIPs in Vegas celebrating their birthday. If they knew the truth, they might even feel sorry for him.

Seeing such beautiful naked women, so playful and free with their bodies, reminded him of the high price that game with being a Harpsworth. It just wasn’t possible to experience those things in his world. A child of the Harpsworth family, especially the male ones, were expected to come out of the womb willing to work. Christopher couldn’t remember a time of his life when he wasn’t working, to some extent. The story was similar for everyone else in his family, including his cousins, relatives, and four sisters.

There was always work to do and it always related to building the family legacy. It was a full-time job from which nobody could retire or break from. There were no vacations or holidays. Every goal, whim, and desire had to align with that of the Harpsworth family name. Anything selfish or indulgent was subject to scorn and stigma. It was why he had to come to Las Vegas under the guise of a business trip.

While Christopher had encountered opportunities to indulge before, going back to his days as a handsome rich kid at a co-ed boarding school, he only ever managed some light indulgence. He’d never had a chance to just vent the breadth of his desires over the course of a single night. The five women before him had no idea how deep those desires went, but he suspected Amy had a faint idea.

“Get comfortable with nudity, ladies. From here on out, clothing is prohibited for the rest of the night,” said Amy.

“I’m not usually keen on your bossy tone, Amy,” said Candy, “but since we’ve got such a handsome birthday boy, I’ll give it a pass.”

“Good to hear. Besides, it’ll make things easier for the next step and beyond,” Amy went on.

“And what might that entail?” asked Raven, as though she didn’t already know.

“He’s got a raging boner and we’re all wearing overpriced lipstick,” she said. “What do you think?”

Not waiting for her fellow prostitutes to fill in the blanks, Amy went to work giving his erect penis some intimate attention. She started by grasping the base with both hands, leaning over his waist from his left side, and suckling the tip with her soft lips. The intense sensations that followed caused Christopher to react strongly, almost pulling the rope off the headboard. While his arms remained bound, it still got the point across.

“A five-way blow-job,” Roxy said, “always a challenge, but always worth it!”

“You said it, my fellow whore!” said Trixie.

Brimming with sexual energy, the five beautiful women surrounded his erect manhood, as though it were a priceless relic. Still bound and utterly at their mercy, all Christopher could do was lay back and enjoy it. For once, he wouldn’t have to do the work. That, almost as much as the prospect of receiving oral sex, was immensely stimulating.

“Yes! Oh fuck yes, this is what I want!” the young man seethed.

He watched with a mix of awe and intensity as the five women went to work on his dick. Amy maintained a firm grip on the base of his cock while she and the rest of the women fought for the privilege of sucking it. Amy got the first taste, but was quickly shoved aside by Raven and Trixie, who ended up coordinating by slurping along each side of his shaft, alternating between who got to taste the tip.

It was intense, the feeling of their soft lips and skilled tongues on his cock. It sent shudders of ecstasy shooting up through his body like miniature shocks. Christopher had received oral sex before, but never from women who actually knew what they were doing. The women in his wealthy circles were good at a lot of things, but intimacy and kink weren’t among them.

As he soaked in every feeling, the women continued cycling through the intimate process. They treated it as a contest, of sorts, with each woman showing off her oral sex skills. After Raven and Trixie tag-teamed his cock, Candy showed off even more by deep-throating him to such an extent that required a superhuman gag reflex. It even got her a round of applause from her fellow whores.

“Damn! Someone has been working on her dick-sucking skills,” said Raven.

“Show off,” Trixie said, rolling her eyes.

“I bet I can do better,” said Roxy. “Move aside!”

The oral sex contest escalated even further. After Candy got in a few long, lengthy sucks, Roxy moved in to demonstrate her deep-throating skills as well. Christopher honestly didn’t know that anyone could get that skilled at sucking a dick, but the women before him kept finding ways to blur the lines of fantasy.

“Good…better…great!” he gasped. “My God, that feels incredible!”

“Then, we’re doing something right,” Amy said, as though it were standard protocol.

The oral sex competition kept going until each of them had shown off their skills. Eventually, the competition gave way to greater coordination. At one point, all five women had their tongues touching his cock, licking and slithering along every inch, stimulating every sensitive nerve. Through their efforts, Christopher found himself entering unfamiliar territory in terms of lust and desire.

For once, the work and toil that was expected of a Harpsworth felt rewarded. However, the reward didn’t just extend to making more money and furthering the family name. It felt more personal, an effort built around his desires and no one else’s. That made it special in ways beyond the sensual.

“Ladies, I think he’s ready for more,” said Amy after giving the tip of his cock one last lick.

“Really? Five women sucking his dick isn’t enough?” teased Raven.

“For a handsome young man on his birthday? Hardly,” Amy scoffed. “All this was just an appetizer. It’s time for the main course!”

The five naked women exchanged knowing glances. Once again, Amy proved a capable leader, the four other women trusting her intimate instincts. Christopher had come to trust it as well. In fact, he believed that she understood his needs better than he did.

With a commanding gesture, the four other women pulled away from his still-erect cock. Then, like a well-organized team with a refined game-plan, they positioned themselves around him. Amy got on top of him again, straddling his waist and hovering over his bound form. Raven and Trixie laid in the area to his left, pulling each other into a playful embrace. Candy and Roxy were to his right in a similar embrace, showing little hesitation in letting their naked bodies intimately touch.

While they seemed to be having fun, Amy remained serious. Gazing down at him, her breasts right in his face while his dick rubbed against her butt from behind, she made clear that she was the de-facto arbiter of his elaborate fantasy. Christopher might have known what he wanted, but only Amy knew how to go about getting it.

“Here’s how we’re going to do this,” she began, as though it were even a debate at that point, “I’m going to ride your cock nice and hard. You’re going to enjoy my pussy. And while you’re enjoying it, these four lovely ladies are going to channel their inner bisexual and put on a show for you.”

“Only part of it is for show,” said Roxy, already fondling Candy’s breasts. “The other part is to keep ourselves wet and ready.”

“Speak for yourself,” said Trixie. “I actually am bi. This is just a bonus round for me!”

“Don’t get greedy,” Amy warned. “Remember, this is all for our handsome VIP. We get laid all the time and get paid for it. Mr. Harpsworth here…he genuinely needs this.”

She really emphasized that last point, highlighting the difference between fulfilling a need and just having some kinky fun. Christopher still wasn’t sure how she understood that difference so well, but he was beyond caring. The full extent of his fantasy, desires, and needs was about to unfold.

“In that case,” Candy said, “what are we waiting for?”

“Yeah! Let the birthday kink begin!” Raven said.

The four women to his sides began going at it, making out and fondling each other in a full-blown sex show. They rubbed their breasts together, twirled their tongues, and fingered one another’s pussies with skill every bit as refined as their blowjob abilities.

As hot as those visuals were, Christopher focused much of his attention on Amy. She took his needs and desires more seriously than the others. Being naked and bound, the burden of finishing the job she’d promised was on her shoulders.

“I know what you need and why, Christopher Hapsworth,” she said to him. “Here…let me give it to you.”

With those fateful words, Amy adjusted herself, aligning her body with his. Then, in a moment that shattered the line between fantasy and reality, she guided his dick into her pussy.

What followed was ecstasy in its purest form. Christopher could only gasp, his mind and body frozen under the weight of the feeling. It was so hot, her tight womanly folds slithering along his member. Once full penetration was achieved, the fantasy finally became real.

“Ohhh fuck!” he exclaimed.

“Yes!” Amy said, her voice seething with lust. “You like it. You need it. Embrace it!”

Christopher replied only with another gasp, the ropes restraining his arms barely holding him at that point. Amy’s response was more productive. Once her inner muscles had accommodated his manhood, she grabbed onto his waist and began riding him. She wasn’t too rough, but she wasn’t too careful, either. Like a real-life goddess, she knew exactly what he needed to make their sex as satisfying as it needed to be.

“Yeah! You go, Amy! Ride that cock!” Roxy encouraged while Candy sucked on her nipples.

That’s how a pro, fucks,” commented Raven.

“You almost sound jealous,” said Trixie.

“Good thing I’m too horny to care.”

The four women cheered Amy on, but kept their sex show going. Even they seemed to admire Amy’s unique kills. Anyone who could impress both a Hapsworth and four experienced whores had to be special in her own right.

Amy kept rising to the occasion, riding his cock and rocking her body to the intimate rhythm. It felt like their bodies were perfectly synchronized, his manhood slithering smoothly within the tight folds of her womanhood. It was so intense, Amy’s heated efforts evoking immense rewards in the form of incredible bliss. What made it even more remarkable was her willingness to share those rewards.

“I…I’m getting close, Mr. Hapsworth,” she said intently. “I know…you’re close too.”

Again, Christopher could only respond with gasps. It was enough to get his point across. While still riding his cock, she leaned in and whispered into his ear.

“Come with me,” she said to him. “I want it, but you need it.”

As if to further her point, she intensified her movements, riding him harder to send him to the brink. That threshold of ecstasy usually took so much effort, on his part. Every shred of bliss and comfort took so much work for a Hapsworth. The feeling of someone else taking him to that special domain was an incredible feeling that made for a special kind of euphoria.

“Ohhh God, I’m coming! I’m going to…come!” he exclaimed.

Time froze. Thoughts, passions, and all sense of logic blended together into a single feeling. In a rare moment of serenity, Christopher Hapsworth entered a world of ecstasy, courtesy of the sensual efforts of Amy and her fellow prostitutes.

Suddenly, he became the primary spectacle, the four other women ceasing their playful gestures to admire the sight. He could feel their eyes on him as his expression tensed, his body shuddered, and his voice echoed with unfiltered passion. He heard Amy moan as well, still clinging to his waist as their intimate flesh remained perfectly entwined.

At first, he wasn’t sure if she’d climaxed too or if she faked it. However, the way her inner muscles throbbed around his member and the look on her face as he soaked in the feeling convinced him there was nothing fake about it. She had an orgasm as well. She pursued the same pleasure and shared it with him.

It was antithetical to the Hapsworth family creed, sharing the fruits of one’s labor with someone who had not earned it. That was exactly what made it so appealing, as well as satisfying. His wrists still bound and his face now beaming with joy, Christopher eagerly shared in the moment with her.

“That…was better than any fantasy,” he said breathlessly.

“Glad you enjoyed it, Mr. Hapsworth,” said Amy with a grin, still leaning over in a more intimate embrace. “For such a handsome young man, I could do nothing less…especially on his birthday.”

“I…don’t think you appreciate the gift you’ve just given me,” Christopher said. “What we did…how we did it…why we did it…I wish I could put it into words, but I can’t.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find other ways to tell us,” commented Roxy coyly.

“I hope so,” said Candy, “because even by horny rich guy standards, I’m not entirely sure what I just witnessed.”

The other women seemed to share in that sentiment. They even looked intrigued, as though he’d done something to set himself apart from all the other rich men who hired prostitutes in Las Vegas. Christopher would’ve loved to explain how his fantasy had taken shape and why he waited until his birthday in Las Vegas to pursue it. Even with his ivy league education, he doubted he could find the words.

He didn’t have to explain himself to Amy, though. He could tell through that subtle glint in her eyes that she already knew. Through a simple nod, she told him that she knew how the rest of his fantasy would play out.

“He’s had his first taste of a once-impossible fantasy,” Amy said. “Trust me, ladies. He wants more…a lot more.”

With a mischievous grin, she rose up off his still-throbbing member and untied his wrists from the bed. Once free, Christopher felt a new kind of energy consume him. After tasting that feeling that Amy shared with him, experiencing his fantasy on a level that revealed so much about his passions, he was ready to pursue it on his own terms.

He set his sights on the four naked women who’d been making out and building their respective arousal. In that instant, Christopher transformed from a bound and eager submissive to a predatory alpha male in heat. Through a single glance, he let each woman know that he was going to fuck them and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

“Ooh boy,” said Trixie, “I’ve seen that look before.”

“Me too,” Roxy said. “Good thing it makes me wet.”

“No more talking, please,” said Christopher, his lust mixing with the formalities of being a Hapsworth. “I’m going to have my way with each of you beautiful ladies. Rest assured, I’ll work hard to ensure you leave this bed satisfied.”

“Is that a promise, Birthday Boy?” asked Candy.

“No. It’s a warning!”

Unleashed from his confines and driven by focused desire, Christopher pounced on the four naked women with an energy that surprised even the most experience prostitutes. He pulled all four of them into a messy embrace, drawing them into a four-way kiss that created a mass of naked flesh in the center of the bed. From there, a chaotic, yet organized outburst of lust unfolded.

He started with Trixie, laying her down and arranging their bodies in a 69 position so he could eat her pussy out while she sucked his dick. There was nothing careful or gentle about it. He ate her out with the intention of giving her an orgasm and humped her face with the intention of getting his dick hard again for more sex. It ended up working faster than any of the women expected.

“Mmm…fuck!” was all Trixie got out before she climaxed.

Christopher didn’t even wait for the orgasmic process to finish. His dick was already hard again and he set his sights on Candy and Roxy. After getting off Trixie, he took on the same commanding poise as Amy had when she was directing the fantasy.

“Roxy,” he said, pointing at her, “get on top of Candy. I’m going to fuck you both.”

“Whatever you say, Birthday Boy!” said Candy.

“So assertive and manly,” said Roxy, “you better fuck me first!”

“Don’t worry. You’re both getting fucked.”

True to his Hapsworth name, he turned his words into actions. As soon as Candy got on top of Roxy, he pounced on both of them, positioning himself behind them so that he could fuck them both, alternating between their pussies along the way. He wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t rough, either. Every thrust, touch, and motion was focused. Now that the fantasy was real, the only way to take it further was to put in the effort. Thankfully, that was something every Hapsworth appreciated.

“Fuck! Ooh fuck!” Roxy said as he pumped into her depths. “So…strong! So good!”

“Mmm…this handsome VIP is full of surprises!” said Candy while rubbing her breasts against Roxy’s to supplement the feeling.

He kept at, never losing focus for a second. He did it until both women came – or pretended to come, as might have been the case. He wasn’t as sure that they were as genuine as Amy, but that didn’t matter. He still had passions to vent and a fantasy to pursue.

After having his way with Roxy and Candy, he set his sights on Raven, who’d been making out with Amy to keep herself in the moment. Christopher literally tore her from Amy’s embrace, turned her over so that she was on all fours, and got behind her so that he could fuck her too. With the same focused fervor he’d shown with the other women, he entered her and began rocking her body.

“Ooh! Damn, what’s gotten…into him?” Raven asked.

“You don’t need to know,” Amy said, still in front of her and shoving her breasts in her face. “This is his fantasy on his birthday. Let him enjoy it.”

“Did I say I minded?” she replied. “Hell, I like it!”

Encouraged by her reaction, Christopher humped her harder than Roxy and Candy, rocking her body and evoking blissful cries that echoed throughout the room. She was definitely the loudest of the women, letting out high-pitched squeals of delight as he indulged in their sex. It only got louder when he brought her to orgasm, which he was fairly certain she didn’t fake.

At that point, having had his way with every woman at least once, Christopher tempered his focus and followed his whims more directly. He was still very aroused and very determined to push the limits of his fantasy. The five beautiful women continued to oblige and share in the feeling.

“Don’t let up, Mr. Hapsworth!” Amy urged. “Keep fucking us. Keep indulging. You put in the effort and so will we!”

She knew how to push his buttons. She knew that would only encourage him. That just made Christopher want to indulge even more.

Everything quickly devolved into a mesh of sweaty naked bodies, moving and gyrating in accord with the most basic of whims. Christopher could no longer keep track of it all. One moment, he had Trixie on her back, her legs hitched over his shoulders as he pumped his cock into her pussy. The next, he had Roxy on top of him riding his cock while Amy straddled his face so he could gorge on her pussy. The women continued to demonstrate their ability to coordinate. Candy and Raven used their breasts to tit-fuck him at one point. Raven and Amy laid on their sides and made out with each other while he alternated between fucking them.

He ended up climaxing at least several times over the course of such indulgence, pushing the limits of both fantasy and male biology. Even the women were impressed. They were probably used to a man losing his passion after blowing his load once. Those men didn’t have nearly as much pent up passion as him. Being able to exercise it for once, carving out a special fantasy on his birthday, helped his body match his desires.

“What I’ve wanted…what I’ve needed,” he said in the middle of the indulgence. “Finally, it’s mine to embrace.”

“Yes, Christopher,” Amy said to him. “It’s yours and no one else’s.”

That idea was almost as powerful as the ecstasy that came with it, enjoying the fruits of his labor on his own terms instead of those imposed by his family. It felt like such an alien concept when it shouldn’t have, enjoying a feeling for himself instead of making everything about his family’s legacy. Fantasy or not, it was as satisfying as it was profound.

“Yes! Embrace it, Mr. Hapsworth! Embrace it!” each woman began saying, as though it were a mantra.

He responded with more actions, indulging in more sex acts with each woman, venting his passions and meeting years of unmet needs. The five women continued to accommodate him every step of the way, getting their share of the feeling as well. He didn’t know for certain if they were as satisfied as him, but he certainly did his part.

When it finally ended, the last shared climax having occurred with Amy and Trixie, they all collapsed atop the oversized bed in a naked heap. The entire room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex. After echoes of orgasmic cries had filled the room, the only sounds that remained were heavy breathing and content sighs. It was a serene conclusion to such a decadent fantasy.

Somewhere along the line, Christopher Hapsworth found himself lying in the center of the bed with Amy curled up on one side and Trixie on the other. Raven, Roxy, and Candy were already half-asleep, lying near the foot of the bed. Trixie must have been really tired because she was already snoring. He was in need of rest as well, but held off, if only to savor every last moment of the experience.

Only Amy remained fully awake. As he laid with her, surrounded by other naked women and having completed a fantasy, she gently stroked his chest, gazing at him with that knowing look of hers. Whether by luck, fate, or a fitting birthday present, Christopher had found a woman who had embraced the fantasy every bit as much as he had. It led him to wonder just how great an impact it would have once returned to the laborious life of being a Hapsworth.

“It’s okay, Mr. Hapsworth,” Amy said to him in that soft, sensual tone he’d come to love.

“Yes,” he said with a content grin. “This is very okay.”

“I’m not just talking about that,” she said. “I’m saying it’s okay to pursue your own needs every once in a while. There’s a time to work hard for the sake of others and a time to work for the sake of yourself. It doesn’t have to be a fantasy, but when it’s your birthday and you’re in Las Vegas…why not?”

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“Pre-Game Gangbang” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story inspired by the ongoing NCAA Basketball Tournament. Some use this major sporting event to fill out brackets. Some use it as inspiration for an extra-sexy story. I think it’s fairly obvious which one I am. Enjoy!

“Today’s the day,” said an excited and eager Michelle Russell, “the first game of the tournament with what might be our best team in years.”

It was a sentiment that more than one person had expressed in the halls of Champions Arena, the home of the Northside Stallions basketball team. For years, the name of that arena had been fodder for jokes and irony. It wasn’t that long ago that Northside’s basketball team was an afterthought at best. Michelle knew better than most and not just because her father had once been a star point guard on the team.

Unlike other girls in her neighborhood, she ate, slept, and breathed sports. Her father, grandfather, and great-grandfather had all been star athletes. Both her brothers were aspiring athletes. Her mother was a sports doctor who worked with athletes and both her aunts worked for major college athletics programs. Some girls got doll houses and princess costumes as kids. She got uniforms and team banners. Instead of bedtime stories, her father recounted famous championship games from Northside and the NBA.

Michelle’s love of sports, especially basketball, set her apart from her peers. However, her passion for sports and the athletes that played them ran much deeper. For her, it wasn’t just about glory, winning, and championships. In its purest form, it brought out the best in people and that didn’t just resonate with her. It kindled a special kind of passion that she hoped to exercise before Champions Arena filled up with fans later that evening.

At the moment, the facility was largely vacant, populated mostly by maintenance crew and assistant coaches. The Stallions were scheduled for one last practice before the game. Officially, they weren’t even supposed to arrive for another couple hours. Unofficially, though, they had arrived early for a very different kind of practice.

“Trust the players to do their part, but assume they always need some extra motivation,” Michelle said under her breath, echoing the words of her father.

That mantra had been the cornerstone of her father’s approach to coaching. He’d refined it by training her older brothers, who went onto become star college athletes. He’d kept refining it as a coach in a local semi-pro league. He prided himself on his ability to find new ways to motivate athletes. Michelle, who aspired to find her place in the world of sports one day, had uncovered a way of her own that seemed to coincide with the Stallion’s rise to prominence.

Having slipped into the arena through a back entrance, courtesy of a key she’d managed to borrow from the equipment manager, she made her way through the underbelly of the facility until she arrived at the entrance to the locker room. The lights were on. Someone was clearly inside and during off-hours, no less.

Grinning to herself, Michelle adjusted her dress before entering. She didn’t wear dresses very often, but when she did, she made it a point to choose those that were low-cut, tight-fitting, and revealing to a point where even a cheerleader’s outfit seemed modest. She also wore extra make-up, including balm that made her lips extra soft and blush that made her skin extra smooth.

“I’m so ready for a championship!” Michelle said, her heart already racing, along with other parts of her body.

She then entered the locker room, making sure the clacking of her heels let everyone know she had arrived. Upon turning the corner, she saw what she hoped were future champions of the tournament – the 15 tall, athletic young men who made up the Northside Stallions. They’d come from various backgrounds, but they all had the appearance and poise of real athletes. They just needed to prove they were champions.

“Whoa!” said the starting center, whose rebound percentage was on a record pace.

“And here I was thinking I’d need extra coffee to wake up,” said the back-up point guard who’d been getting more playing time in recent weeks.

Michelle smiled at their reaction. They all stood up at her arrival. It looked as though they’d been waiting anxiously. She suspected some – namely, the rookies on the team – were skeptical that she would show up. Her arrival, along with the revealing dress she wore, proved that she’d been serious. All those rumors that former players had probably told them were very true.

“Good morning, you aspiring champions,” Michelle greeted. “You’re all looking restless and eager today. That’s a good thing. You’ve got a big game ahead of you.”

“No need to remind us,” said the small forward whose defense had been inconsistent for the past eight games. “Everyone in town has been reminding us all week.”

“Then, I won’t repeat it. You all know what’s at stake. You’ve all worked hard to get to this point. You know what the recent history of the Stallions has been. Four years ago, this team could barely qualify for financial aid, let alone a tournament. Then, three years ago, my father’s former teammate took over as coach. A year after that, I enrolled in this school. While your coach has certainly done his part, I’ve tried to do mine as well.”

Her voice took on a serious, but sensual undertone. Like basketball royalty, she casually strode into the center of the locker room, the clicking of her heels echoing within the confined, but well-lit area. Each player had already changed into their uniforms, most likely in anticipation of their practice later on. Some were in just their shorts. They already knew what to expect and why their championship hopes hinged on her.

“You’ve worked hard all season, putting in the time, effort, and grit to achieve more than most athletes dream of. Your coaches have given you plenty of motivation,” Michelle said to them. “However, I intend to give you something every bit as important…something that can be the difference between contenders and champions.”

“Yeah, and what might that be?” asked one of the shooting guards from last season, as though he didn’t already know.

“Incentive!” Michelle said intently.

With a look in her eyes that could inspire any champion, the young woman casually tossed aside her purse, kicked off her heels, and unzipped her tight-fitting dress. She watched with a mix of amusement and excitement as the eyes of the athletic men widened such a sight. Their eyes only got wider as she sensually slid the dress down her voluptuous body, revealing that she hadn’t been wearing a bra or panties.

Now completely naked, surrounded by 15 of the most gifted athletes in the state, she casually walked around under the fluorescent lighting, letting each man take in the sight of her naked body. She’d done her share of game-planning earlier that morning, washing and grooming herself to be both desirable and worthy of champions. Based on their reactions, she’d already won in her own right.

“Damn, that’s one sexy incentive!” said the backup center, whose gaze narrowed on her heart-shaped ass.

“And here I was thinking we’d be running more training drills,” said the rookie power forward.

“If you think that’s hot, you should’ve seen what she wore last year,” said the starting power forward, already licking his lips intently.

“Wait…this happened last year?”

“And that team made it all the way to the semi-finals,” Michelle pointed out. “I believe you guys can go even further. That’s why I’m pulling out all the stops this time.”

While the team of young men gawked over her naked body, Michelle retrieved a towel from a nearby bench and laid it out on the tiled floor in the center of the dressing area. Then, still in full view of the handsome athletes, she laid down atop the towel and began playfully fondling her pussy.

“I’ve always had a thing for athletes,” she told them. “Some girls touch themselves to pictures of boy bands and handsome actors. I touch myself to highlight reels of star players.”

“I never want that image to leave my brain…ever,” said the power forward, his eyes already focused on her perfectly-groomed pussy.

“After I started filling out bras and thongs, I learned to be less selfish with my kinks,” Michelle went on. “I felt I do more for aspiring champions besides cheer them on. I could do things for them that give them reasons for pushing their limits…good, memorable reasons that will follow them on and off the court.”

As Michelle recounted how she’d learned to help aspiring athletes, she touched herself more vigorously, revealing to the 15 young men the extent of her kink. Athletes turned her on. However, potential champions made her so hot she could barely contain herself.

Her arousal was already escalating. She also noticed some of the players getting aroused as well. Some had raging boners growing in their shorts. Others tried to hide it, but failed miserably. They were in the presence of a naked, horny women in heat around a team of determined young men. On a primal level, her lurid game plan was already in place.

“Here’s what I’m offering,” she said to the young men watching her. “Fuck me. All of you…however you want and as much as you want…fuck me hard. No restrictions. No rules. Stick in any hole in any position. Hump me as hard or as slow as you want. Do it as many times as you want. Come in me. Come on me. Take turns or just flat out gangbang me. You have my full permission to do it all!”

“I know I just heard her say it. I still can’t believe it,” said the rookie small forward.

“Believe it,” said the starting center. “She was even more direct about it last year.”

“I haven’t forgotten. How could any man with a functioning dick forget?” said the starting point guard, who was already stroking the bulge in his shorts.

Some of the rookies were still overwhelmed, the prospect of a beautiful woman offering herself to them the day of the tournament. Michelle had come to expect that reaction. Some just didn’t believe that a team would be that dedicated to helping the team win. Many of the men had probably received their share of attention from beautiful women. She doubted any of them had been as forthright as her.

While some of the veteran players were already loosening their shorts, Michelle turned over and got on all fours, her butt and pussy now prominently pointing towards several players. She was already fully aroused and eager to help the team in her own sexy way. If it also meant having hot, reckless sex with a bunch of well-endowed athletes, then that was just a nice bonus.

“So what are you waiting for?” Michelle said, slapping her ass and shaking her hips to further goad them. “I’m naked, I’m horny, I’m clean, and I’m on birth control. Before you play like champions, show me you can fuck like one!”

“Well, the coach always tells us to show before we gloat,” said the starting power forward.

Whereas some remained reluctant, probably wondering if they had stumbled into some sort of sexy dream, the veteran players went to work proving themselves. The starting power forward and the center, who happened to be captains, made the first move.

Shooting up from the bench, they shed their shorts and boxers, revealing their fully-erect endowments. Michelle gazed up at them hungrily. They had the size of champions, but whether or not they could use them remained to be seen and they looked eager to proof themselves.

“I’ll start with a little head,” said the point guard.

“I’m got the pussy!” said the center. “God I missed this hot, tight pussy!”

The center arrived first, grabbing hold of her hips, positioning himself behind her, and thrusting his rigid dick into her folds in a single thrust. He was a big, athletic young man, stretching her inner muscles to the utmost. That sudden surge of hard penetration sent her into a sensual frenzy, one that turned her athletic kink into real, raw sensations.

“Ooh yes!” Michelle cried out into the confined locker room. “That’s it! Fuck me! Fuck me with that big, hard, championship-caliber dick!”

“If you like that one, then taste this!” said the point guard in front of her.

Just as the center pumping her pussy with his hard, athletic flesh, the equally-endowed man in front of her shoved his cock into her mouth. Instinctively, Michelle began sucking on it as though it were her favorite treat. It muffled her moans, which were quickly replaced with the pleasured grunts of the two men.

“She’s really doing it. She’s taking it from both ends,” said the rookie point guard in awe.

“I’m seeing it. I’m still waiting to see if I haven’t just stumbled into some crazy porno,” said one of the backup shooting guards.

“Wait all you want. I sure as hell ain’t!” said the starting shooting guard as he got up and took off his shorts. “She wants to take all this Stallion dick? Then, that’s what we’ll give her!”

The shock and awe of a beautiful woman offering herself finally wore off. More of the men got up from their seats, took off their clothes, and gathered around to watch the lurid show unfold. Some already had their dicks in their hands, stroking them to either get hard or stay hard. Looking around, seeing their lustful gaze upon her, sent Michelle into sexual frenzy.

“Mmm! That’s it, guys!” she said, as she stopped sucking the point guard’s dick briefly so she could stroke it. “Get those dicks out and get them ready! I want to taste every fucking one of them!”

“Less talking, more sucking!” said the point guard.

He shoved his dick back into her mouth, which Michelle eagerly resumed sucking. Some of his teammates began waving their dicks in her face in anticipation. In a further show of her drive, she reached out and stroked them, demonstrating that she could be a team player as well.

The sucking, stroking, and humping continued. Michelle quickly found herself on the brink of orgasm. The sight of so many hot, athletic men and feeling of their dicks inside flooded her with hot sensations that rapidly escalated. When she crossed that threshold and entered that blissful world, she arched her body and let out a muffled moan that somehow echoed over her moan.

“Damn! Did she just come already?” said one of the power forwards.

“She…she definitely did!” said the center still fucking her pussy. “Fuck, it’s so tight! It’s gonna…make me…come!”

Before the imposing star player could say another word, he firmly squeezed her hips and let out a deep grunt as he got his released. Even as her body shuddered from her first orgasm, Michelle could feel his member throbbing inside her as he shot a thick load of fluid up into her depths. It was so hot, his cum mixing with hers. That feeling of a strong, athletic man fucking her so thoroughly made Michelle feel like a champion in her own right. Like any true competitor, though, it left her wanting more.

“Out of the way, bro! Make room for the next champ!” said the starting power forward, shoving the center aside as soon as he pulled out of her.

“Hey! Who said you get the pussy next?” barked his backup.

“Easy, studs,” Michelle assured with two dicks in her hands. “There’s plenty of pussy to go around. I want to feel every one of your dicks inside me!”

That helped temper the growing restlessness among the young men. Some were more eager than others to indulge in her sex, still holding their rock-hard dicks and seething with lust as they gazed at her naked body. Michelle had every intention of making good on her word. Skilled athletes had to push their endurance all the time. In her efforts to incentivize them, she could do no less.

The starting power forward pumped her pussy as hard as his teammate. He also threw in a reach-around, grabbing her swaying breasts as he rocked her body with each thrust. The three athletic studs in front of her kept shoving their dicks in her face. She soon began alternating between sucking and stroking them. Before long, the point guard who’d been the first in line to receive one of her blowjobs was ready to blow his load as well.

“Oohhh fuck, I’m coming!” the tall young athlete grunted.

With his dick still halfway in her mouth and her body still rocking from the humping she received from behind, he the point guard clutched the side of her head and let out a deep moan as he released his load right into her mouth. She still had two dicks in both hands, but that didn’t stop her from licking up every last drop of his cum. She treated it like excess frosting on her favorite desert, flashing his horny teammates a seductive gaze, if only to help them keep their dicks hard.

“Mmm…championship cum,” Michelle purred. “I love it! Who wants to give me more?”

“I do!” said the backup power forward.

“Hurry it up, man! I ain’t been laid all season and I gotta bust a nut soon!” said a backup short forward.

She barely had a chance to rest her jaw before one of the athletic studs in front of her shoved a fresh dick back into her mouth. Without hesitation, she resumed sucking. If anything, she sucked with more urgency. Between a hard, rigid cock in her mouth and another slithering vigorously in her pussy, Michelle was in a sea of ecstasy, surrounded by the kind of men that evoked in her the greatest passion.

“More! Ooh give me more Stallion dick!” Michelle demanded.

The eager men of the Northside Stallions gladly obliged, cheering each other on as they indulged in her decadent passions. She kept getting fucked from behind, her body rocking harder with each thrust. There was no more hesitation or shock at that point. It was a full-fledged gangbang – a unique team-building exercise, of sorts – and Michelle was at the center of it all.

After a good round of humping and sucking, she climaxed again, letting out another blissful cry that filled the locker room. The one fucking her pussy and the one receiving oral sex from her climaxed shortly after, filling depths with more cum at both ends. Before she even milked them dry, others fought their way to the front of the line and kept the gangbang going. It inspired even more cheers and encouraged the talented athletes to step up their game.

At one point, one of the players flipped her over so that she was lying on her back, gazing up at the crowd of horny young men surrounding her, drooling lustfully over her naked body. While in that position, one of the players – she couldn’t even tell who – pushed her legs apart, got on top of her, and began fucking her.

As the athletic stud on top humped her hard, she felt her breasts bounce to the rhythm, encouraging several men to reach in and caress them. Michelle had always enjoyed that, especially when someone pinched her nipples. Her high-pitched squeals of joy soon echoed over their cheers. Some still hovered near her head, trying to get in position to receive oral sex. Michelle showed off her flexibility by accommodating them as much as she could.

“Mmm…that’s it, studs. Touch me. Enjoy me. I love it!” she proclaimed. “Hell, if you can’t hold your load, let it out! I don’t mind!”

“Fuck, yeah! I was hoping she’d say that,” said one of the backup centers.

Right on cue, the well-endowed athlete who had only recently transferred to Northside blew his load right onto her breasts. Upon feeling that thick, salty fluid on her naked skin, mixing with the thick layer of sweat she’d built up, she playfully spread it around and cast the other men bearing throbbing erections an encouraging gaze.

“That…is so hot,” said one of the power forwards.

“Fuck, I can’t hold it any longer!” said another.

More loads followed, streaks of male fluid splattering onto her breasts and face. More cheers followed, along with another orgasm for her. The men might have been getting off on her athlete fetish, but she was already way ahead on the proverbial scoreboard.

“Ooh yeah! You made me come again,” she said the eager young men. “Keep it up! I want more. I know you do too.”

They didn’t bother arguing. They just kept the gangbang going, showing a surprising amount of teamwork in the process. That boded well for their chances in the game.

Michelle remained on her back for a while, letting a few more aspiring athletes fuck her missionary style. She came a few more times, having long since lost track. They soon mixed things up even more while showing off their athletic skills, in the process.

One of the team’s shorter, but heavily-muscled power forwards actually lifted her up off the floor, held her up in his arms, and bounced her up and down his dick in a show of strength. That drove Michelle wild in all the right ways. She even used that as an opportunity to show off her flexibility, leaning back and kissing some of the men behind her.

“Yes! So…so strong!” Michelle exclaimed.

“So…so flexible!” the stocky man fucking her grunted.

She kept bouncing up and down his dick for a good long while. After humping her to a fresh climax, the other teammates who’d been waiting patiently and restlessly got their chance as well. Michelle made it a point to reward them for waiting so long and staying so hard.

“You…on your back!” she said, pointing at one of the small forwards.

The small forward, who’d been more shy than his teammates, did as she asked without question. Then, as soon as the man holding her up let her go, she got on top of him, straddled his waist, and plunged her pussy down onto his waiting cock. She then began riding him cowgirl style, demonstrating that she could hump as well as any athlete. However, she wasn’t content with just riding a handsome stud.

“You,” she said, pointing to another small forward, “you’ve been patient. Stick it in my ass!”

“Are…are you sure?” he asked.

“Fuck yes!” Michelle exclaimed. “I lubed up before I got here. Just do it! Fuck me my ass! I want to feel two cocks inside me!”

“Just when I thought this woman couldn’t get any kinkier,” said the starting center who’d gotten off first with her.

The small forward still hesitated, but with a raging boner in hand, followed her lurid requests along with his own burning lust. With the dick of the man under her still deep in her pussy, she bent over to make room for his teammate. He was careful with inserting his dick into her ass, showing that he was both an athlete and a gentleman. Having had her share of anal sex before, and with well-endowed athletes, Michelle accommodated his manhood with ease.

“Fuck, that’s tight!” the small forward grunted.

“Yes! I love it!” Michelle exclaimed. “Please…keep fucking me. Fuck my every hole.”

Taking her proclamation as seriously as an order from the coach, the two stud athletes demonstrated more teamwork as they began pumping their cocks into her tight holes. They were like a couple of well-oiled pistons, slithering within her and stimulating her deepest depths. It sent Michelle to new heights of ecstasy, sending her deeper into a wondrous daze that felt worthy of champions.

In that daze, her sense of time became obscure. She couldn’t tell how long the two small forwards double penetrated her. She just knew that at some point, she had another orgasm and shortly after that, they both climaxed inside her. After that, two more athletes took their spot. She couldn’t surmise who they were or which position they played. She just knew that someone helped her up briefly so that two more horny men could position themselves so that she was sandwiched between them.

More rounds of vigorous humping followed. As Michelle moaned through continued surges of pleasure, a couple of other teammates got in front of her to receive oral sex. Again, she gladly obliged, completing the trifecta the gangbang trifecta. She had a dick in her vagina, another in her ass, and one in her mouth. It pushed her body, mind, and desires to the utmost. Like any other athlete who pushed themselves, she rose to the challenge.

After a few rounds of multiple penetration and multiple orgasms, Michelle was fairly certain she had fucked every member of the Northside Stallions at least once. She was also certain a few came in for seconds, their dicks getting hard again after watching the decadent spectacle unfold. It soon got to a point where the whole locker room reeked of sweat and sex. It was the kind of musk that reflected a unique kind of exertion and grit. It made for hot sex with multiple athletic men. Hopefully, it wasn’t too different from the musk of champions.

“I know I’ve said it way too many times, but damn!” said the starting center. “I ain’t ever won a championship before, but I hope it feels as good as this.”

“Hell, I’ll settle for half as good as this,” said the starting power forward.

“My ex-girlfriend used to withhold sex until we won,” said the backup point guard. “I’m starting to think she had it ass backwards.”

“I’m done thinking. Shit, I’ve never been more ready to win the whole tournament!”

That was exactly the reaction Michelle had been hoping for. In recent years, she’d come to expect it. That didn’t make it any less rewarding.

Eventually, she managed to satisfy all fifteen members of the Northside Stallions. After the final few team members shot their loads off, filling her pussy and ass with one last round of their cum, they pulled out and let out a content sigh. Michelle, now covered in a healthy layer of sweat and sexual fluids, remained on the floor, panting heavily and bathing in the afterglow.

Eventually, a couple of the athletes helped her up. They even were nice enough to give her some clean towels to clean herself up. Some athletes were pig-headed, but in Michelle’s experience, most of them were decent, honorable men who knew how to treat a woman…especially one who gave them so many sexy incentives.

While some of the players began getting dressed, she sat down on a nearby bench to collect herself. Parts of her were sore, which was to be expected. Her father once said that any athlete who wasn’t sore after a game wasn’t trying hard enough. She was convinced that she’d done her part. Judging by the way each man was lounging about, still naked and looking more relaxed than any athlete should on the day of a big game, they were just as convinced.

“I think it’s official. You guys are ready for the tournament!” said Michelle.

“I’ll say,” said the starting small forward. “You are a testament to our competitive spirit, Michelle.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever had this much incentive,” said the backup point guard.

“If you think that’s motivating, just wait until you see what I do for the MVP of the tournament,” she added.

“Why? What does the MVP get?” asked one of the starting strong forwards intently.

“Win the tournament and you’ll find out!” Michelle said seductively. “Trust me when I say it’s something worthy of any champion.”

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“Nina’s First Orgy” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote after hearing a few stories about people who had undergone major transformations after losing their faith and receiving sex therapy. Not all those transformations were as extreme as this one, but they made for some amazing stories. I hope this one is just as enjoyable.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this, Mrs. James?” said a concerned young woman.

“No,” said Nina plainly, “there’s no way I could ever be ready for this. But I don’t care. I’m doing this! And don’t call me Mrs. James.”

“Sorry, I was just trying…”

“I know what you’re trying to do. You can stop pretending I’m that frail. Mrs. Nina James was another person in another life. I’m trying to become someone else…someone who feels real.”

The Nina who said those words sounded very different from the Nina eight months, two weeks, and three days ago. The woman currently standing in front of the bathroom mirror at private club in the city might as well have been a total stranger. Compared to the woman formerly known as Nina James, she was the complete antithesis of the person in the reflection.

Not long ago, Nina James was the reserved, soft-spoken wife of a prominent businessman. Together, they lived in the same devoutly religious and very affluent community in which they’d grown up. She’d gone to a private school all her life while her husband was home-schooled by his rich, well-connected parents. In both cases, they’d been brought up with the same rigid piety that had defined their community for generations.

She was a good, virtuous woman of the faith, exercising restraint and modesty all her life.

He had been an upstanding, respected man of God, conducting himself as a man of high values and unflappable ethics.

“It was never real…not for a second,” Nina told her reflection, ignoring the worried look from the woman next to her.

On paper, theirs was a love blessed by angels. They were soul-mates, sharing the same devotion that everyone in their community had preached. She made it a point to do everything right, following all the rules that went with dating her future husband. She was so restrained, not even kissing him until he proposed. Every illicit urge or inclination was suppressed to the utmost.

Even on her wedding night, she’d exercised restraint. That fateful moment when she first gave herself to her husband was supposed to be the culmination of her devotion. However, it ended up being the first sign that she’d been living a lie and so had everyone around her.

“Well, if you’re ready,” the woman next to her said, “go ahead and take off your clothes. If you want, I can give you some panties that might…”

“No,” Nina said, cutting her off, “no panties…no stockings…no nothing. If I’m going to do this, I’m going to be totally naked.”

Still ignoring the concerned gaze of the woman next to her, Nina stripped out of black dress she’d worn to the club. It was modest, not showing off her breasts and not revealing anything above her knee-caps. It had once been the standard attire of Mrs. Nina James, reflecting her commitment to modesty. Taking it off was almost as liberating as changing her married name and escaping the lies that once dominated her life.

She didn’t even suspect such lies, although her wedding night offered her first clue. She’d been taught by parents, friends, and religious types that sex was going to be uncomfortable at first. It would take a while before it started feeling good. They never mentioned anything about being aroused, the female orgasm, or even the specifics of her own anatomy. She had to figure that out on her own, only to be told not to enjoy it too much because it was sinful.

Nina wished she could cuss out every person who’d told her that as she kicked off her shoes, undid her bra, and slid her panties down her legs. That left her fully nude in front of a full-bodied mirror, her legs, breasts, butt, and genitals feely exposed. Just looking at it and admiring it felt like an affront to every pious fraud in her community.

“I see you shaved,” the woman next to her said, her glace narrowing on her pelvis.

“I hear men like it clean-shaven,” Nina said, still acting like it was no big deal.

“Some do, but others prefer a little bush,” she said. “I maintain a landing strip, but if that helps you feel more comfortable…”

“I’m not doing this because I want to be comfortable. In fact, tonight is all about pursuing the exact opposite.”

That surprised the woman standing next to her, whose name Nina refused to remember. Wearing a fancy G-string thong and stiletto shoes, she’d clearly done what she was about to do many times before. She just wasn’t used to a first-timer being so eager.

If she knew even half of her story, she would understand. Beyond getting mixed and incomplete messages about her body, Nina had spent years of her life living a lie in a world she thought she knew. She genuinely believed her husband loved her. She even believed that the sex they had was normal and right. That all changed on one fateful day when she literally stumbled onto the truth.

“To hell with modesty and everything that came with it,” Nina said to her naked reflection.

That was blasphemy in the highest order, but it was totally warranted. That moment was still burned in her mind, visiting her husband at the office the day before his birthday. Instead of catching him tending to his family business, he caught him in the middle of a lurid act that involved two other women and a man.

At first, she was shocked. Then, she was disgusted. After she learned the truth, though, she became enraged.

“It’s time I stop hiding from my desires,” she said. “I want to…no, I need to know how wrong I was for so many years.”

The woman next to her remained silent. She was a “manager” at the private club, but not the kind associated with modest business activities. She and the club she helped operate worked in the same decadent world that she’d once abhorred.

That world had always been closer than she’d thought. After uncovering her husband’s activities, she found out that he’d been engaged in such debauchery for years. It wasn’t just with other women. He’d fooled around with men as well, behavior that he and everyone in the community deemed immoral.

She thought it was an anomaly and that the man she loved had simply descended into sin. She’d been taught all her life that sin could be cured with more piety. Then, Nina discovered that his behavior was no anomaly. It was distressingly normal.

Her husband wasn’t the only man who engaged in private debauchery. In fact, most of the men in his family engaged in similar activities, so much so that it was expected. If that weren’t bad enough, she learned that some of the women even helped, living secretly sinful lives of their own. They did all of that one day before telling a congregation of people the next on the value of chastity and reservation.

Nina decided, shortly after, that she could handle a crisis of faith. She could even handle people she thought she loved keeping secrets from her. However, she could not handle hypocrisy on that level. It led her to make a fateful choice, one that started with an ill-advised divorce and led her to a private club in a city far from her home town.

“Before you head out there, I want to disclose a few formal particulars,” the woman said.

“I already know every one of them,” Nina said.

“You’re still a newbie so I want to say them,” she continued. “Most of the men and women here are experienced. They’re screened, they’re clean, and they know the ground rules. If, at any point, you start to get uncomfortable, just say the safe word and we’ll step in. If there’s something you don’t want them to do, just say it outright and we’ll make sure they listen.”

“I understand, but I don’t intend to play it safe tonight. It’s an orgy, not a game of chess. Let every guy know they can fuck me every which way. They can touch any body part, come in every hole, and be as rough as they want with me.”

“That may be a lot for someone doing this for the first time.”

“Like I said, I don’t care,” Nina told her. “I paid the membership fee. I shaved my pussy. I even bought my own bottle of lube. I want this…all of it.”

She could tell the woman looking at her remained hesitant. Nina couldn’t blame her, but she’d already made up her mind. She was really going to do it. She was going to take part in an orgy and less than a year after her once-upstanding life fell apart, no less.

Some might call that an unhealthy overreaction for someone who’d just learned about the lies and hypocrisy that once filled her life. Those people might even be right, to some extent. Nina didn’t care if they were. She’d been such a good, virtuous woman all her life. Looking in the mirror, she realized just how much that woman failed to reflect her true self.

“In that case,” the woman said, “go on out into to den. I’ll officially designate you as a rainbow girl.”

“Is that the do-whatever-you-want-to-her label I paid for?” Nina asked.

“It is,” she said, “and I know it’s not my business, but whatever brought you here – however bad or weird it might have been – I hope you find what you’re looking for out there.”

Nina finally turned towards the older woman in the thong and stilettoes. She briefly shed her determined demeanor and offered a thankful nod. She appreciated her concern, but remained secure in her decision. If she was going to unleash all the decadence she’d repressed for so long, then she would go all out.

Leaving the woman behind with her concerns, Nina made her way towards the main entrance that separated the changing rooms from the main area of the private club. Other women wearing more elaborate attire, from crotch-less panties to theatrical masks, walked by as well. She was among the few who just went out completely naked, no attire, jewelry, or role to play. She was just a young, naked, horny woman looking to vent a lifetime of suppressed lust.

“Finally!” she said to herself. “It’s time to see what I’ve been missing.”

Nina, not looking back for a second, walked through the doors that were heavily guarded by private officers. From there, she entered a domain of unrepentant, unfiltered debauchery the likes of which she’d never encountered. She didn’t bother bracing herself, promising that she’d dive right into it without a shred of doubt. Even with such certainty, she was shocked.

“My God,” Nina gasped.

Her reaction felt ironic, given her past piety. If she had witnessed the sight before her a year ago, she would’ve have been aghast. Instead, she was drawn in like a moth to a flame.

The private club that she’d worked so hard to join – which included a screening process, a hefty fee, and host of other obstacles that only someone with plenty of money from a rich ex-husband – had given form and substance to the sin she once resisted. The facility itself had once been an upscale restaurant. It was now a fully-functioning club, complete with a bar, a DJ, colorful lights, and beaming music. However, the true action was in the center of the den, as they called it.

Amidst an elaborate array of cots, mini-beds, and love seats was a full-blown orgy. Dozens of people, almost all of them naked, were engaged in a wide array of sex acts. Women lay on the dirty floor with men on top of them, humping with reckless abandon. Men sat on various pieces of furniture with a woman in their lap, riding their dicks without restraint. Some women had two men fucking them simultaneously, being penetrated from behind while giving oral sex in front. A couple were even sandwiched between two men, one penetrating her pussy and the other penetrating her ass. Some men had two women on top of him, one riding his dick while other rode her face. There were even areas where two women went at it and others where men made out too.

It was a sea of naked bodies, moving and grinding together in a sweaty heap of flesh. All the while, a DJ – who also happened to be naked and receiving oral sex – played face-paced dance music that set the tone for the decadence. Some used it to set a fervent rhythm for their sexual depravity. Others just ignored it. Even over the noise, Nina could hear all the moans and grunts of so many lurid acts.

“Yes! Ohhh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”

“Oohhh yeah! Fuck, I love it! I fucking love to fuck!”

Those were just some of the vulgar proclamation of bliss that echoed from the heap of bodies. Every act that should’ve repulsed her lay bare before her, literally and figuratively. Instead of running away or gagging in disgust, she found it genuinely alluring, as well as very arousing.

“So much sex…so much sin,” Nina said distantly. “It’s beautiful.”

In admiring the sight before her, she affirmed what she’d already uncovered in the days after her lurid discovery. Everything she thought she knew about sex, sexuality, and her body had been a lie. What she saw wasn’t a manifestation of evil or temptation. It was an experience that she truly desired.

“Like what you see?” joked a half-naked man who walked by her.

“Yes,” Nina said distantly, “yes, I do.”

“Well then, what are you waiting for? Dive right in! Get that pretty little ass of yours some action!”

She reacted as though she’d just broken the chains that has kept her shackled to the lies of the past. The fraud, hypocrisy, and willful ignorance that so many back home had accepted finally released her from their grasp. With her heart pounding and her pussy in overdrive, she entered the sea of bodies and let the debauchery consume her.

“I’m here! This is my first orgy!” Nina shouted over the music.

Some nearby people cheered, a few of them in the midst of multiple orgasms. She closed her eyes and started dancing, moving in ways her parents and peers would’ve scorned back home. She shook her butt, swayed her hips, and played with her breasts. There was no modesty, whatsoever. Every inch of skin was there for all to see, admire, and lust over. It wasn’t long before some, mostly men, took notice.

She could feel their eyes on her. Some men were in between partners. Others had just arrived and sat off to the side, as if waiting for the opportunity to find the right lover. Some were older, middle-aged men who looked remarkably comfortable at an orgy. Some were young, looking as overwhelmed as she’d been by the sight. When they looked at her, though, she sensed a singular desire unit them.

“Somebody…anybody…take me!” Nina called out.

The men responded quickly. Almost immediately, she felt multiple hands reach out and touch her naked body. One found her breast. The other found her butt. A couple others trailed up her legs. One even got in between her thighs and slipped a finger into her vagina. They weren’t very careful, but they weren’t rough either. It still evoked a powerful reaction.

“You have nice breasts,” said one man.

“Such smooth skin,” said another.

“Damn! You’re already really wet,” said the one fingering her.

It was such an alien feeling, having hands from multiple men touching her body. It felt nothing like the way her ex-husband had touched her. He’d always been so formal, going through the motions that she thought were virtuous and right. He’d get on top of her, enter her, and hump until he blew his load, which rarely took long. For the longest time, she thought that was good sex. Nina was eager to update that understanding.

“Don’t be shy, boys,” she teased, daring to sound sexy. “Feel me up however you want. Get those dicks of yours nice and hard!”

“I like the way you think!” said one of the man. “What’s your name, anyways?”

“No names,” Nina said. “For now, I’m just free pussy for any handsome stud who wants some!”

That really got the men excited. They began fondling and groping her with less reservation. The man fondling her breasts gave them a firm squeeze, pinching her nipples in ways her ex-husband ad never dared. The one fingering her pussy slipped in another finger, probing deep and stimulating areas she didn’t know existed. A couple others even leaned in to kiss her face and neck, trailing their lips over her naked skin and tasting her flesh.

Other men gravitated towards her, like animals sensing a woman in heat. They eagerly reached in to cop a feel. Not all of them succeeded, but those that did were rewarded. Nina reached out and pawed their chests, caressed their faces, and kissed a few. She even dared to use a little tongue, something her ex-husband once thought disgusting. She quickly learned she enjoyed the taste of hot, manly flesh. She enjoyed it a lot.

The men enjoyed it just as much. After all the groping and kissing, several men got fully aroused. She could feel their erect dicks rubbing up against her thighs and torso. They wanted to be inside her. She wanted to it too, but in ways they never could’ve understood. How could they without living a life of misguided suppression?

“A think you’re ready,” the man fingering her pussy whispered.

“So are you,” Nina said, reaching down and grabbing his cock.

“Let’s take this to the center stage! I think the whole club is going to want to see this!”

The idea of being the center of attention in a den of decadence, others watching as she indulged in the sin she once abhorred, evoked a wide range of feelings. From excitement to uncertainty, it felt like she had just dove head-first into a pit of inescapable depravity. All she could do at that point was fall in and see how deep it went.

With a half-dozen horny mean surrounding her, each now sporting full-blown erections, Nina made her way towards the central area of the club. In that area was a large blue mat, not unlike the ones used at gyms and Yoga studios. She’d seen other couples using it to engage in various sex acts. They all made room for her, as if to put on a show.

“Looks like we’ve got an attention whore, tonight,” one woman said.

“My favorite kind of whore,” said a man standing next to her. “She’s either really new or really horny.”

“I’m guessing she’s both.”

As the men laid her down on the mat, a small crowd gathered around to watch the lurid spectacle unfold. Nina could feel their astonished eyes on them. Having been shy most her life, never even sitting in the front row at church, it was quite a shift. At the same time, it felt like something she needed to do. She needed to show everyone in the club, as well as herself, who she truly was.

Now on her back, the horny men surrounding her at every side, there was no escaping. She was going to get ravaged. She was going to indulge to an extent that had once been unthinkable. Moreover, she was going to enjoy every second of it.

“I’m ready!” Nina proclaimed over the music. “Somebody…anybody…start fucking me!”

The first lucky man, whose name and face she didn’t even know, managed to get ahead of the others. He got on top of her, hitched her legs over his shoulders, and thrust his dick into her waiting depths. He wasn’t gentle or careful like her ex-husband. As soon as he was inside her, he began hammering away with greedy lust.

“Oohhh yeah!” the man said. “This pussy…so nice and tight!”

Nina let out a deep moan, but it was drowned out by both the music and the grunts of the man. The sensations of deep, hard penetration surged through her body. They felt amazing. It was so different when she was actually aroused and genuinely wanted sex. Whenever she and her ex-husband did it, her pussy never got that wet. That made sex uncomfortable at times. She thought that was normal. She now knew how wrong that was.

It wasn’t some duty or formality. It was a real, intoxicating desire. She could enjoy it just as much as the man fucking her. That shouldn’t have been such a radical concept, but her entire upbringing had taught her otherwise. The idea that it could feel that good further confirmed the breadth of the lies she’d been taught.

“Ohhh yes!” Nina cried out. “So good…it feels so fucking good!”

“That’s it, girl! Enjoy every last bit of that cock!” said one of the women.

It was good advice of the most sinful variety. Nina embraced it gladly and so did the man fucking her. He humped harder and faster, pumping his member into his folds in pursuit of greater pleasure. Nina matched his efforts, using one of her hands to stimulate her clitoris, a part of her body that she didn’t even know about until recently. It helped them achieve feeling they sought.

“I’m…I’m coming!” the man grunted. “I’m real close!”

“Me too!” Nina said. “Please…do it inside me. I want…to feel…your come!”

The man didn’t hesitate. Nina wasn’t even sure she heard him. It didn’t matter. The results were the same. The man pumped his cock inside her a few more times before going over the edge, letting out an extra-deep grunt as he ejaculated into her pussy. As the that hot, thick fluid filled her depths, Nina crossed the threshold as well and climaxed.

“Ohhh I feel it!” she exclaimed. “I…I’m coming!”

It hit her like a wave crashing over every inch of her naked body, the sweet surge of sexual release. Her toes curled, her lower back arched, and her inner muscles throbbed mercilessly in a wondrous descend into orgasmic delight. It was a feeling she’d grown to love for reasons beyond the inherent pleasure.

Before she learned the truth, Nina didn’t even know what an orgasm was. She certainly didn’t have one with her ex-husband. It wasn’t until she broke down, watched some porn, and learned the true extent of the female body’s capabilities. It didn’t just trigger a sexual awakening that eventually led her to her first orgy. It revealed just how much of herself she’d been suppressing.

The theatrics of her first orgasm actually earned her applause from some of the onlookers. Even the man who’d just fucked her seemed impressed, smiling at her in a way only possible after satisfying sex.

“Wow!” he said. “You are…quite a woman.”

“That, she is,” said a man next to him. “So why don’t you step aside and let the rest of us find out for ourselves!”

The man, showing uncanny courtesy for an orgy, withdrew his member from her and moved aside. Nina didn’t even have a chance to close her legs before the other man got on top of her and guided his erect cock into her pussy, not at all minding the various sexual fluids dripping from her folds.

“Mmm…yeah!” the man said. “This pussy is amazing!”

“Yes! Please…keep fucking it,” Nina urged, still in an orgasmic daze. “Don’t stop fucking me! I want more! I…need more!”

The man gladly abided, humping her with the same vigor as the first man. The DJ put on more music, as if to provide extra rhythm. Other onlookers kept cheering, encouraging her rather than condemning her. No one called her a sinner, a slut, or a harlot. She was just another horny girl engaging in some extra indulgence.

“That’s it, girl! Get it! Get it good!” said one of the women.

“I have a feeling she’s going to be real popular here,” one of the men said.

Nina replied with more moans, coupled with beaming grins of ecstasy. Her body still ached from her first orgasm, but she already longed for another. The man fucking her even helped, rubbing her clit with his thumb as he worked his manhood into her. It was more generous than her husband had ever been, as well as more enjoyable.

As that man fucked her, others moved in closer to join the fun. A couple of men, each also bearing erections, rubbed their cocks in her face and over her bouncing breasts. Nina, eager to accommodate such generous studs, used her free hands to stroke them off. Before long, she began sucking them as well, showing off her nascent oral sex skills.

“Ooh! She sucks dick too,” said one of the men.

“And she sucks it good!” said the other.

That was an encouraging reaction. They probably had no idea that her lips had never touched a penis until recently. Oral sex was just one of many disgusting acts that were supposed to repulse her. Then, she realized how good it felt to taste a big, hard hunk of man-flesh with her mouth.

She didn’t consider herself an expert, but Nina knew how to get the job done. As the man fucking her pussy stepped up the pace, she sucked the two dicks near her even harder. It wasn’t long before they climaxed as well.

“Oohhh yeah, I’m coming!” one of the guys grunted.

“Me…too!” said the other.

It didn’t happen at the same time, but it was still made for quite a show. The first man shot his load right into her mouth, bombarding her with that unique, salty texture. It wasn’t the best taste in the world, but it had its appeal. Nina treated it like a delicacy, of sorts.

As she licked up that load, another sprayed onto her face and breasts. It was thick, but mixed perfectly with the sweat she’d worked up already. It brought tangible substance to the feeling she sought. What had once been messy, disgusting, and immoral had now become exciting, fun, and pleasurable.

“Mmm…I love it!” Nina proclaimed. “More! Give me more cock!”

“Damn! How much is she going to take?” asked one of the onlookers.

“Only one way to find out!” she said playfully.

She eagerly welcomed other men with fresh boners and began sucking them off. At around the same time, the man fucking her pussy climaxed as well. Unlike the first man, he pulled out and shot his load onto her breasts, adding to the spectacle. Some cheered him on while others laughed. Nina never lost focus, though. She kept on indulging, seeking more and more sex.

As if to make it easier, she rolled over so that she was on her hands and knees, her heart-shaped butt presented to a line of horny men. That allowed her to better give oral sex to the men in front of her while the men behind her enjoyed her hungry flesh. She even shook her butt a bit to welcome another man. She didn’t see who ended up getting to the front of the line and she didn’t care. She just felt that sudden thrust of another penis into her vagina, followed by more humping.

The continued flow of sensations kept her deep in her daze. It also added more motivation to her oral sex efforts. She sucked off two more men in front of her, getting two loads on her face in the process. She didn’t even take the time to wipe off their fluid before two more replaced them. Some had been waiting anxiously, stroking themselves off to stay hard. Nina had no intention of leaving them unsatisfied.

“My turn!” said one of the men.

“Don’t take too long!” said another. “I want some too!”

“Don’t worry, boys. There’s plenty to go around!” Nina told them.

She went to work satisfying them too. Shortly after she began sucking, another orgasm rocked her body. The man fucking her from behind was more endowed than most, stimulating her deepest depths in just the right way to send her over the edge. It was probably the quickest she’d ever climaxed a second time in one night. It led her to further reconsider the sexual potential of the female body.

“Don’t stop!” Nina cried out. “Please…keep…fucking me!”

“You got it, babe!” said a man behind her, whose face she didn’t even see.

It quickly devolved – or evolved, if she were being more honest – into a full-blown gangbang. She was the maestro of unfretted decadence and the men were her orchestra. One-by-one, the men took turns fucking her. Those who didn’t get to enjoy her pussy got a thorough helping of oral sex. Even those who got their orgasms lingered around her, urging her on. One man even parted her hair behind her ears when it got messy. It was an odd show of manners for an orgy.

“You’ve got quite the sexy spirit,” the man told her. “I’m glad you’re here!”

“I’m sure you are,” said a woman nearby.

“Hey, we can never have too many cute girls who just love to indulge!”

Others nearby laughed and cheered some more. It almost seemed like a celebration, as though she’d achieved something by finding them and going all out with her decadent desires. They weren’t immoral beasts. They weren’t monstrous sinners. They were just people who enjoyed sex way more than most. Something about that was genuinely profound. Nina had come to her first orgy expecting a lot of strange experiences, but that might have been the strangest.

Whether by encouragement or pent up lust, she kept the gangbang going. She sucked off several men while getting fucked from behind by several more, achieving multiple orgasms in the process. Some men lasted longer. Some humped harder. Most came inside her while a few just came on her, simply following their desires as much as she followed hers. It was, by far, the most mutually satisfying sex act she’d ever had. The fact it happened during an orgy said a lot.

Nina even learned a few kinks along the way. During one especially rough romp, a guy gave her butt a hard swat. It caught her by surprise, but she didn’t mind. She also found out she enjoyed having her hair pulled and her breasts rubbed during sex, so much so that she laughed playfully after it led her to another orgasm.

“Keep that up and I might just make that a fetish,” Nina teased.

“Well, this is the perfect place for that,” said one of the women watching.

More and more, she embraced the decadent spirit that had awakened within. She kept sucking and fucking every man nearby, taking it from both ends and recklessly pursuing the pleasure that came with such lewd acts. Along the way, her body shifted and contorted to her lustful whims. She ended up on her back again a few times. At one point, she lay flat on her stomach for a particularly bulky guy. One man even showed off his upper-body strength by lifting her up off the floor and bouncing her up and down his cock. That got her and the man an extra-loud applause.

“Show off!” said one of the men.

“I…don’t…mind!” Nina said.

“That’s all that matters,” said the man fucking her.

She went through every position she could. She lost track of how many orgasms she had. She just kept pushing herself, searching for the true limit of her desires. It might have been the most strenuous thing she’d done to her body and she’d run track in high school.

Eventually, fatigue caught up with her. Like running a marathon, she hit the proverbial wall. That still didn’t stop her from making one last sprint towards ecstasy. She managed to find one more man with a raging boner and pinned him on the floor. She then got on top of him, sweat and sexual fluids dripping down her naked body, and began riding him like a woman possessed.

“One more!” she cried out. “Just…one…more!”

“Go for it, girl!” said a female onlooker. “You’re on a roll!”

“It’s not a record, but it’s still impressive!” said one of the men.

Encouraged and energized, Nina rode the nameless man’s cock to ecstasy. She didn’t care if she was going to be sore and exhausted tomorrow. She wanted to feel that peak one last time. She wanted to verify once more that the sinful feelings felt as right as she thought.

She pushed herself, gyrating her hips and squeezing her breasts extra hard as she made the final push. When the orgasm hit, she finally ceased her movements, closing her eyes and throwing her head back as she let out one last cry to the heavens. It was like a proclamation to the deity she’d been worshiping all her life. She still had mixed feelings about that deity, but refused to believe that something so pleasurable wasn’t also divine on some levels.

“Oohhh God!” Nina cried out. “This…this is it. This…is what I’ve been seeking.”

It was a final affirmation on top of an orgasmic proclamation. She’d lived in a world of lies and hypocrisy. She’d denied feeling desires that had been brimming within. Finally, in a den of decadence and sin, she embraced the real, honest truth.

Her mind remained dazed with ecstasy while her body ached with pleasure. She was so winded that she could barely remain upright. The man she’d been riding ended up catching her as she collapsed on top of him. She couldn’t even tell if he’d climaxed, but he didn’t seem to hold that against her.

“Looks like you finally got enough,” he said.

“In more ways than one,” commented a woman.

Like teammates aiding an injured player, a couple women helped Nina decouple from the man and rise back to her feet. They then escorted her to one of the sofas. Along the way, she got one last round of cheers.

“Way to go, girl! You really raised the bar for newbies!”

“That is one hell of a woman. She’s going to fit right in!”

“Boy is she going to be sore tomorrow!”

“I don’t think she cares.”

If Nina weren’t so tired, sweaty, and dripping with sexual fluids, she would’ve laughed. That didn’t stop her from grinning widely, her expression beaming with a rare satisfaction. It wasn’t just because of all the sex and orgasms, either. She finally dared to satisfy a feeling that she’d long-since suppressed. What had once seemed so wrong now felt so right. It led to an inescapable truth.

She was not the reserved, restrained woman who once prided herself on following the rules and condemning sin. She was a woman who enjoyed sex, celebrated her desires, and embraced those who shared in that sentiment. Nina’s old world had fallen apart. Now, in the midst of her first orgy, she looked forward to building a new one in which she could be her true self.

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“Holiday Three-Way” A Sexy Short Story For The Holidays

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote to help get everyone excited for the holidays in the sexiest way possible. Enjoy!

“Are you ready for your favorite holiday tradition, my love?” asked the sexiest, most loving voice in the world?

“I’m ready, Erin,” replied an excited Benjamin Alanzo. “I’m so goddamn ready!”

“I can see that,” she laughed. “You’re more excited than usual.”

“What can I say? I’m full of Christmas spirit!”

Ben laughed along with his beautiful wife, Erin. He couldn’t help but be a little giddy. It was Christmas Eve. It was snowing outside. Tomorrow morning, they were going to spend the day with his parents where they would open presents, drink eggnog, and celebrate the holiday. However, that was only his second favorite tradition. His most favorite was just about to unfold.

“Um…can we take the blindfold off now?” said another female voice that sounded more humored than excited.

“Sure! I think we’ve kept him waiting long enough,” said Erin playfully. “Would you like to do the honors?”

“Is that also part of the tradition?”

“It is, actually. Go ahead! Share it with us.”

The other woman sounded both curious and intrigued. That was to be expected. He and Erin understood that their idea of a “holiday tradition” varied considerably compared to most married couples. Whereas some visited grandparents or baked gingerbread cookies, he and Erin opted for something a little kinkier.

Even by holiday standards, it was more elaborate than most. It started with them reserving a hotel suite at one of the best hotels in the city. It ended with him lying on the bed, blindfolded with his wrists bound by holiday bow-ties. Somewhere in between, his wonderful wife called up their favorite escort agency to enlist the help of another woman to make the holidays extra memorable. Every year, they found someone else who got a kick out of their tradition.

Ben finally got his first look at the woman with which they’d be sharing Christmas Eve with. After removing the blindfold, he laid eyes on a woman who looks a bit overwhelmed, but very spirited, none-the-less.

“Hi,” she said with a casual grin. “I’m Candi. I guess I’ll be the third part of this little holiday three-way.”

“Nice to meet you, Candi,” Ben said with a polite smile, “but make no mistake. There’s nothing little about this tradition.”

“And no, he’s not just talking about the bulge in his underwear,” Erin laughed.

“I’d hoped that part was self-evident,” he chuckled.

Candi finally shared in the laughter. It seemed like she was ready to embrace the tradition as well. Erin had already prepared her and she was a stunning testament to both the spirit of the season and raw sex appeal.

She was younger than her and Erin, looking to be college aged, which was typical for girls from the escort agency. She had a similar body type to that of his wife, bearing an athletic figure with just the right amount of curves and muscle tone. She also had on similar attire, wearing green lingerie that perfectly complemented Erin’s matching red lingerie. Both had an oversized bow on top covering their breasts, as if to present themselves as the sexiest presents a straight man could ask for.

It was a beautifully festive sight, one that already had him pitching a tent in his boxers, which was all he had on. Erin, who was on the king-sized bed with Candi, playfully teased it as she cast him that sexy glance that felt extra meaningful on the holidays.

“In case you’re wondering…yes, we do this every year,” Erin said to Candi, who just kept smiling with bemused fascination. “On Christmas Eve, I procure the services of an escort to give my wonderful husband a three-way. It’s one of those extra-special gifts that I just love giving!”

“And I love receiving it, just as much,” Ben said proudly.

“Hey, I wasn’t judging,” Candi said. “I’m just not used to serving married couples. Most of the married people I service…well, they don’t exactly advertise that they’re married.”

“And they probably do a piss-poor job of hiding their wedding rings too,” Erin said, rolling her eyes, “but we’re not one of those couples. We never have been. We knew before we got married that we don’t do monogamy, at least not the sexy part.”

“So you’re polygamous or something?” Candi asked.

“Not necessarily,” Erin said.

“I like to think we’re just a lot hornier than most people and we don’t waste time trying to suppress it,” said Ben.

“Yeah, I’d say that sums it up,” Erin chuckled, “and if we’re not going to suppress it, we might as well embrace it. Hence our sexy little holiday tradition!”

“And what a tradition it is!” he said proudly.

With a seductive glint in her eye, his wife leaned forward and kissed him. It helped reassure Candi that there was nothing unusual about what they were doing, relatively speaking. Most of the escorts they hired only thought it was somewhat strange that a couple hired escorts for three-ways. Candi’s reaction was a bit stronger, though. It was as if what she saw a Christmas miracle, of sorts.

As he and Erin kissed, Ben noticed the look on Candi’s face shift from one of curiosity to one of arousal. She crawled in a little closer, the heat of her body mixing with hers. She clearly wanted in on the action. In the spirit of giving, Ben had no intention of denying her and neither did his wife.

“It looks like you want a taste,” Erin said to Candi.

“Would you be jealous if I did?” Candi asked.

“Ha! Jealousy…such an ugly concept,” she scoffed. “I don’t own my husband’s lips or control what he does with them. He doesn’t own mine, either. I married him because I love him, not because I want to control what he does with his lips, hands, and genitals.”

“That…almost makes too much sense,” said Candi.

“Trust me. It’ll make even more after you kiss me,” Ben said, daring her more with his eyes.

Candi, abandoning whatever lingering hesitations she’d harbored, finally took him up on the offer and leaned in for a kiss. Her lips were different than Erin’s, but sweet in their own unique way. Ben quickly learned that Candi liked to use a lot of tongue, so much so that it got a little sloppy. He heard Erin chuckle, but that didn’t stop her from joining in.

“At a girl, Candi! Taste those manly lips,” she said. “There’s plenty to go around.”

Erin rejoined the effort, crawling up closer so that she laid on one side of his still-bound body while Candi laid on the other. With newfound coordination, they came together in a three-way kiss. It got even messier, lips and tongues wrestling for a taste. It got proportionally sexier too, evoking desire and passions perfectly befitting of the holiday spirit.

“Mmm…you’re a good kisser,” said Candi. “Both of you are.”

“We get a lot of practice,” Ben boasted.

“With each other and other people,” Erin added.

“Practice makes perfect,” he shrugged. “We’re better at other things too.”

“I’ll bet!” Candi said with growing excitement. “I already looking forward to it.”

“Now, you sound like a girl on Christmas morning,” teased Erin, “which is so fitting for what we’re about to do!”

The two beautiful women laughed as they resumed their three-way kissing. Their festive passions having been sparked, other sensual gestures followed. Erin began pawing his chest, tracing along the manly sinews of his upper body. Together, they trailed their lips down his neck and shoulders, exchanging glances as if to enhance their coordination. It quickly became a competition of who could use their lips better on his body and Ben was the ultimate winner.

“Oh yeah!” Ben moaned. “Now, you’re getting into it.”

“I’ll say,” Erin said.

The two women quickly made their way down his torso and abdomen, pawing and touching his exposed flesh along the way. When they finally got to his lower body, the bulge in his boxers became too big to ignore.

“Looks like we really roused his Christmas spirit,” said Erin.

“So we did,” Candi affirmed. “May I?”

“Or course! By all means, open our little present.”

Now positively giddy, Candi removed his boxers, letting his penis pop free of its confines. He was already fully erect. Having two beautiful women in bed did that to a man, but it was only the start of a much large spectacle.

“Wow!” said Candi. “That’s quite a package.”

“And people wonder why I’m such a spirited wife,” Erin said.

“They rarely wonder for long,” Ben said under his breath.

“And since we’re unwrapping presents, what do you say we unwrap a little something for my handsome hubby?”

Rather than explain it to their sexy guest, Erin demonstrated as only she could. With sex appeal that reminded Ben why he married her, she undid the bow on top of her lingerie and removed it in a sensual spectacle, revealing her breasts in the process. Ben swore his manhood twitched at such a sight.

Erin got the message quickly and mirrored his wife’s actions, undoing the bow on her attire as well and sliding it off to show off her own feminine endowment. Now, Ben had a perfect view of two topless women, each only wearing a thong at that point. Erin made it a point to show off her breasts alongside Candi’s, which were of similar size. Ben just marveled at the sight, like a kid gazing upon his favorite toys.

“Like what you see, my love?” Erin asked playfully.

“Hell yeah!” Ben said without hesitation. “It would be an affront to Christmas if I didn’t.”

“I’m already enjoying this tradition of yours,” Candi remarked.

“We’re still just getting warmed up. You’ve shown that you can keep up with me when it comes to kissing my husband. Think you can keep up when it comes to sucking his dick?”

“Hmm,” Candi said, pretending to think about it. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

It was official. Candi was buying into their tradition. She didn’t wait for Erin to set the tone like before. As soon as his wife licked her lips and went in to taste his cock, Candi joined in. Their lips touched the tip of his member almost simultaneously.

“Ooh! You’re keeping up nicely,” Ben commented.

That seemed to encourage them, much to his delight. Just as before, they treated it like a competition as to who could suck his dick better. All Ben had to do was lay back and enjoy the show.

Erin, a woman who once boasted she paid for a limo ride to her senior prom with blowjobs, set a high bar. She showed off her impressive gag reflex, taking almost his entire length into her mouth and trailing her lips down every veiny contour. Not to be outdone, Candi showed that she was a true professional, taking just as much of his length into her mouth and even using a little extra tongue around the tip.

“Not bad,” Erin said. “I see you’re one of those escorts who puts effort into her job.”

“What can I say? I like being good at my job,” Candi teased.

“Mmm…so do I,” said Ben. “I like it a lot!”

The two women snickered before resuming their competition, taking turns with their oral teasing. Candi sucked him off for a few rounds. Erin did the same, but made it a point to step up the pace. They furthered their coordination, stroking the base together.

Eventually, however, the completion gave way to playful, sexy fun. At one point, they were both licking along his shaft, giggling like a couple of school girls. They even kissed, using their breasts to tit-fuck him together. Ben almost came on the spot. It was so sexy he could barely contain himself. Were it not for the wrappers around his wrists, he would’ve contributed as well.

It perfectly symbolized the kind of relationship he and his wife had. They’d always been so sexually open, never hiding how much they loved to get frisky. He’d been an unapologetic ladies man, going all the way back to high school. Erin had always been a free spirit, so to speak. She never hid her fondness for sex, nor did she let anyone shame her for it.

When their paths crossed, it became clear to them that they could love each other and still want to have sex with other people. Ben recalled the first time Erin agreed to have a three-way. After that experience, he knew he was going to marry her. He also knew they were going to have an amazing sex life.

“I think we’ve teased him enough,” said Erin, sensing his growing eagerness.

“I’d say so too,” said Candi. “That dick is harder than the north pole!”

“And sucking it with you has gotten me all wet,” said Erin. “What do you say we ditch the panties and share the holiday spirit?”

“I’m game!” she said eagerly. “Hell, this is already the best Christmas I’ve had in years.”

Candi didn’t need Erin to set the stage at that point. She couldn’t slide off her panties fast enough, leaving her completely nude. Ben could already see the extent of her arousal. Apparently, the spirit of their holiday tradition had gotten her horny as well. In the spirit of that tradition, he couldn’t wait to show her more holiday spirit.

“Since you’re so excited, why don’t you ride his cock first?” Erin suggested.

“That’s so generous of you,” Candi said playfully.

“Well, it is the season of given,” Ben teased.

“That, it is!”

Erin and Candi coordinated once more. Candi, already fondling her pussy in anticipation, got on top of him and straddled his pelvis. As her outer folds hovered over the tip of his dick, Erin unwrapped one of the condoms they had stashed nearby and put it on, complete with some special lube. Candi, looking ready for holiday treats, eagerly grabbed hold of his torso and aligned her body with his. With a simple downward thrust of her hips, he entered her.

“Oohhh yes!” Candi moaned out.

From there, holiday spectacle gave way to basic lust. His arms remained tied and his dick was free to ride, which Candi did with festive spirit. Ben could tell when an escort was just going through the motions to earn their money. He didn’t see any of that in Candi. She really had embraced her and Erin’s kinky tradition and it made the feeling that much more satisfying.

Ben clung hard to the ribbons that had his wrists tied, holding on as Candi gyrated her hips, working her moist folds along the length of his member. She was quite vocal about how much she enjoyed it, moaning and gasping blissfully while clinging to his torso with both hands. It felt so good, his manhood slithering inside a beautiful woman’s inner depths. Sharing that feeling with others felt wholly in line with the spirit of giving.

“Oh fuck yeah! Ooh I love Christmas!” Ben moaned.

“That’s it! Enjoy your gift, my love,” said Erin as she looked one.

Not one to be left out, Erin shared in the fun, as well. While Candi road his cock, she hovered over him, kissing his lips while she fondled her own pussy. As his face contorted to the bliss coursing through his body, she cast him a beaming smile. Seeing a lover in pleasure – the man she loved and the man who accepted her, sexual kinks and all – was a satisfying sight in its own right. It was a perfect reflection of why their approach to sex worked so well.

“You look like you’re having fun. Why don’t I share in this wondrous gift?” Erin said.

“Tis the season, my love,” Ben quipped.

Laughing playfully, she rose up so that she stood over him with her pelvis right in his face. With Candi still riding his dick, she shoved his head between her inner thighs so that he could taste her heat. Ben did so without hesitation, plunging his tongue into her moist folds and tasting her flesh as though it were his favorite holiday treat.

“Yes! Tis the season, indeed!” Erin moaned.

“You guys…are my new favorite clients!” Candi said, panting heavily from her movements.

“We’re fond of you too, Candi,” said Erin. “Here, let me show you how fond.”

In a show of flexibility that caught her by surprise, Rein leaned back with the flexibility of a skilled gymnast and kissed Candi. That only encouraged her even more. She leaned in closer, working her hips with more leverage as the three of them indulged in fleshly gifts.

Moans, grunts, and playful laughter soon filled the hotel room. Ben ate his wife out while Candi rode his cock, creating a perfect cycle of ecstasy that soon escalated. He could tell by the way her inner muscles throbbed that she was close to orgasm. Some escorts were good at faking it, but he sensed there was nothing fake about what she felt. The look on her face, the way her body shuddered, and the intensity with which she kissed Erin left no room for doubt. She was going to climax first.

“Oohhh fuck! I…I’m close. I’m coming!” she exclaimed.

“You almost sound surprised,” Erin said. “Guess that means I better make sure!”

True to the kinky spirit Ben so loved, Erin pulled away from Ben’s face and got behind Candi. Then, as the younger woman rode his member to the brink and beyond, she reached behind and fondled her breasts while kissing down her neck. That did more than just give Candi the final push she needed. That send her into an orgasmic frenzy that might as well have been a Christmas miracle.

“Oohhh yes!” Candi cried out.

It was a spectacle worthy of any holiday. Ben watched in awe as Candi closed her eyes, threw her head back, and trembled under the weight of her orgasmic release. Had Erin not been behind her, she probably would’ve collapsed under her own weight. She seemed to appreciate that, so much so that she gave Erin an extra sexy kiss that Ben committed to memory.

“Wow,” Erin said. “You’re pretty vocal during sexy time.”

“You mean…for an escort, right?” Candi said breathlessly.

“No, I don’t,” she replied.

Candi, still drunk on orgasmic bliss, smiled at the older woman and kissed her again. Her pussy continued throbbing around his member until the feeling passed. Afterward, she rose up off him. His member remained rock hard, though, and seeing two beautiful, naked women kiss only heightened his desires.

“I don’t know about you ladies, but I’m ready for the finale of our little tradition, if you are,” said Ben.

“I ready too, my darling,” said Erin without hesitation, “but if our lovely participant needs a moment or two…”

Candi didn’t even let her finish.

“I don’t!” she said intently. “Please…you two have been so good to me tonight. Whatever I need to do to help you complete this sexy holiday tradition, I’m game!”

Ben exchanged glances with Erin. That might have been the post-orgasm afterglow talking, but they trusted the younger woman’s words. If she was that determined to share in the Christmas spirit with them, who were they to argue?

“In that case, follow my lead and hold on!” Erin said in a deep, seductive voice. “This last part is naughty, nice, and everything in between.”

“Think of it as an extra-sexy stocking stuffer,” added Ben.

Candi, still catching her breath, just grinned in anticipation. While Ben removed the condom, Erin captured the younger woman’s lips once more and began making out with her. As their naked bodies got reacquainted, Erin laid her down and got on top of her, their breasts now perfectly mashed together.

It was such a sexy sight, ensuring Ben’s dick stayed rock hard and ready for the final push. Already filled with Christmas spirit, among many other feelings, he joined in the kinky fun. He positioned himself behind the two women, playfully grabbing his wife’s heart-shaped ass as he guided his manhood towards her wet opening.

“My loving husband is going to fuck me now,” Erin said to Candi. “He’s going to make me come. In the process, we’re going to make you come a second time.”

“That’s…ambitious,” Candi said, almost sounding skeptical.

“It’s not ambition. It’s what’s going to happen!” she said with the utmost certainty.

“It’ll be the sexiest Christmas miracle of all time,” Ben added, sharing his wife’s confidence.

Sensing that Candi remained unconvinced, Ben went to work coordinating with his wife to deliver on their Christmas promise. Now hovering over the two naked women, watching his wife resume her make-out session with Candi, he eagerly thrust his hips forward and entered Erin’s pussy. After being restrained for the first part of their sexy tradition, he could finally demonstrate his own sexual prowess.

With strength and vigor that could brighten any holiday, Ben skillfully worked his manhood within his love’s moist folds. Her womanly flesh hugged his so perfectly, embracing him and the spirit of their love. Together, they embraced the feeling of free, unfiltered bliss that they’d made part of their sex lives. It was part of what made their relationship special and more than a little kinky.

Candi got to share in that feeling. He could tell by the look on her face that his wife was using her knowledge of the female body to their advantage. As their naked bodies grinded together under the fervor of his sexual movements, their breasts rubbed together to share in the simulation. Erin also made sure her pelvis rubbed against the younger woman in just the right way to stimulate her still-swollen clit, ensuring she got to share in the fruits of their intimate labor.

“Oohhh yeah! You feel that, Candi?” Erin said as their naked bodies rocked in unison.

“Mmm…I do. I really do!” Candi said, almost sounding surprised.

“My husband…fucks me good! Watch him…make me…come!”

His wife’s faith and confidence in him never ceased to amaze him. It made Ben even more determined to give Erin the ecstasy she craved.

He pulled out all the stops, digging his knees and feet into the bed as he humped her with focused vigor. Ben knew just how to get his wife to the brink, stimulating those extra-sensitive areas within her depths. It was one of the benefits of marrying such a horny woman. She knew how to have sex and she knew how to enjoy an orgasm. It made his job easier and more satisfying.

It still surprised Candi, though. She looked genuinely shocked when she too approached the brink of orgasm.

“It’s happening! I’m coming! I…I’m coming!” Candi exclaimed.

“Ohhh me too!” Erin moaned. “Let’s…let’s come together!”

“By all means, ladies!” Ben grinned.

Feeling emboldened with even more Christmas spirit – as well as an orgasm of his own, which he’d been holding back for a while – he delivered the last round of thrusts. As soon as Erin crossed that special threshold, she took her hands in his, enlaced their fingers together, and held on as the feeling washed over her.

It was still as beautiful a sight as it was on their first honeymoon, seeing his wife climax. She threw her head back, arched her body, and let out a cry to the heavens that could probably be heard at the North Pole. It was sweeter than any Christmas music.

As her inner muscles throbbed around his cock, Candi climaxed again as well. She ended up grabbing onto their hands as well, as though they were her anchor in their ascent to ecstasy. She wasn’t as vocal as she’d been on the first orgasm, but it was every bit as festive.

“Enjoying the holidays yet?” Ben said, leaning over and whispering into his wife’s wear.

“With you…I always do,” Erin replied lovingly.

While she soaked in her orgasmic bliss, she turned her head and captured his lips in a loving kiss. Even with part of Candi’s lipstick smeared on her face, it tasted so sweet.

“You two are just too awesome,” Candi said. “This is officially my favorite Christmas tradition of all time!”

“Funny you should say that,” said Erin after their lips parted. “Who said it’s over?”

“Well, I did notice that someone hasn’t gotten their gift yet,” she said.

“We can’t have that now, can we? Whatever shall we do?”

“I don’t know….tit fuck him until he comes on our breasts?” Candi said, as though it were the most mundane thing ever.

“Well, I was going to offer Christmas cookies, but that works too!”

“I’ll take either!” Ben said eagerly.

“I bet you would,” Erin said coyly, “but I know which one you prefer.”

His wife knew him too well. Ben, still panting heavily, withdrew his penis from his wife’s throbbing pussy and rose back into an upright position. From there, the two naked women practically pounced on his dick, getting on both sides of him and coordinating with stunningly sexy efficiency.

While exchanging sultry glances, the Erin and Candi skillfully mashed their breasts together around his rigid cock. Then, like a well-oiled piston, they worked his member between their fleshy mounds, sending Ben into a state of heavenly bliss that brought him to the brink of orgasm.

“Oh…ohhh fuck!” he grunted. “Ladies…I’m about to…come!”

“Go on, my darling,” Erin said. “You’ve been such a good boy.”

“A good, naughty boy!” Candi added.

After a few more sensual motions, it finally happened. Ben crossed that special threshold that separated simple bliss from intense ecstasy. He found himself embracing both women as he let out a deep, powerful grunt of euphoria. His lower body shuddered and his manhood throbbed as he released his load of manly fluid.

Having held back for a while, it was quite a load. It surprised Candi, but not Erin. She just opened her mouth and eagerly licked up his juices, as though it were her favorite holiday treat. She didn’t mind that she got some in her eye. Candi even helped her lick it up, a courtesy that seemed entirely in keeping with the spirit of Christmas.

“Merry Christmas…to all,” Ben said in his blissful days.

“Merry Christmas indeed,” Erin said, smiling up at him as she licked the cum off her fingers.

“Don’t you mean Merry fucking Christmas…literally?” Candi joked.

“Okay, it’s official. You’re our new favorite escort!”

The two women laughed. Ben did as well while enjoying what remained of his release. Now spent and satisfied, he laid back down on the bed. Candi and Erin joined him, each curling up to his side. Erin gave him a loving kiss and Candi gave one as well, looking like she had more holiday spirit than either of them.

The younger woman wasn’t the first escort they’d invited to a three-way. She wasn’t even the first one with which they shared their special holiday tradition. However, Candi showed a greater appreciation of it than anyone else before her. The idea that they helped share such an intimate, sexy tradition with her only made the holidays more memorable.

“Thank you,” Candi said to them. “Seriously, I know you just hired me for a job, but this was…well, let’s just say I needed it. Escorts don’t usually work on Christmas Eve because of their holiday spirit.”

“I’m glad you could share this with us, Candi,” said Ben. “I hope we’ve given you a new appreciation for holiday traditions.”

“Oh you definitely have!” she said. “I don’t think I’ll ever look at Christmas the same way.”

“Then, consider that our gift to you,” said Erin, “and if you’re ever in town again, looks up. If you enjoyed what we do for Christmas, then I think you’ll love what we do for New Years!”

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