Future of Porn

“These are chapters seven, eight and nine of “My Long Affair”:”

Chapter VIII

David called me on my cellphone early Sunday morning: “Did you get the marker tattoos off yet?” During our last rendezvous, I had asked David to draw tattoos on me with a marker.

“Ha-ha, yes, I used rubbing alcohol. And where’s your Mrs.?” I asked.

“On her way to church. She’s not religious, but she likes to teach the children in Sunday School,” he answered; David and his wife had no children of their own so I guess that’s what she did to make up for it. “Did I wake you? Are you alone?” David asked.

I laughed, “mmmm, baby, after you fuck me it takes me a week to recover.” In truth, even though I was not having sex with anyone else, I was also masturbating more than once a day thinking about David and what we had done so far.

“I have a proposal for you,” he continued, “I have to go to Washington, D.C., on Thursday afternoon for a meeting Friday and I’ll be coming back Saturday. Would you like to come with me?”

“Hell yes! Two days with you? Absolutely!” I shouted.

“Bring some comfortable clothes and also a fancy dress - we’ve been invited to a black tie embassy dinner; I’ll supply the rest of what you’ll need to wear. But it might be a good idea for you to wear a ring, then people won’t wonder why I am wearing a ring and you are not,” he said.

“I have a gold friendship ring I can wear. But tell me,” I asked, changing the subject, “did you get laid last night?” He had; in fact, David told me all the juicy details about sex with his wife the night before. It made me very hot to hear what they had done, and I ended up rubbing myself while he described it all.

* * *

Dressed in a conservative skirt and blouse (and even a chemise and panties), looking very proper and professional, I met David at the airport gate on Thursday at noon. He walked right up to me with a huge smile, and we embraced and kissed like long lost lovers. He held me tightly, and I crushed myself against him. We sat together in first class, kissed, drank wine, grabbed each other, but it wasn’t a long enough flight to do much else. David told me he had won a contract to design a new French chancery in our city and that we were invited to attend a dinner (as husband and wife) at the French embassy in Washington. He also had a meeting there on Friday morning, but the rest of the time he was mine; he also told me he had special plans for Friday night.

We kissed in the cab on the way to the hotel and felt each other up. I was already wet and my panties were soaked; David’s cock was rock hard in his pants. All my rubbing had made his cock drip and there was a wet spot on his pants. I rubbed my finger on the spot, then licked my finger clean. We registered at the Four Season in Georgetown and went straight to our hotel room. Our room had a balcony overlooking the Potomac river and office buildings in view on the Virginia side.

I stepped outside; David came up behind me and put his arms around me. His hard cock was pressed against my butt, so I wiggled it against him. “Keep your hands on the rail,” David told me. He reached around and began rubbing my breasts. He unbuttoned my blouse and put his hands up under my chemise so he could squeeze my nipples. I responded by rubbing my ass harder against his cock. With my blouse now open, he lifted my chemise, exposing my A-cup breasts and nipples to the bright sun. Then David reached down and lifted up my skirt in front; he rubbed the palm of his hand against my pantied pussy; my panties were drenched. He pulled my panties down and off; I scanned the office building across the river to see if anyone was watching us. David fingered my pussy as my juices ran down my inner thighs. I was close to cumming, but David stopped to drop his pants and quickly shoved his hard cock deeply into my pussy.

I moaned loudly and said “oh, yes, baby, fuck me.” This time it only took David a few minutes before he was filling my pussy with cum. He knelt down then and began licking my pussy. I ground my cum-filled pussy down against his mouth while his tongue lashed my clitoris. Two of his fingers slid up into my ass, and I was groaning, moaning, and finally shouting as I came in the sunlight, in full view of the Commonwealth of Virginia.

We moved back into our room and got on the bed; actually, there were two queen beds so we used the one by the window. I licked and sucked on David’s cock and balls to get him hard again. I loved the taste of my pussy and his cum mixed together on his cock. When he was hard, I climbed up on straddled his cock and slowly lowered myself on to it. I laid down on his chest, and he held me tightly while I wiggled my hips and ground my clit against him. After I had a string of small orgasms, I laid down next to David, with my ass pressed against his cock, and he rubbed his cock up and down my ass, passing over the entrance to my ass, and finally, with my encouragement, began to insert his cock there while I rubbed my clit. It hurt a bit this time since we were less lubricated, but it was still great to have him deep inside my ass.

David began stuffing fingers into my pussy, and the wonderful feeling of three fingers there and his cock in my ass at the same time convinced me that I had to try a double penetration, and soon. David and I came together, and we nestled together, hugging and kissing for an hour, until it was time to get ready for our embassy dinner.

David was quite pleased when he saw me - I had “borrowed” a rather expensive, formal, and yet sexy dress from the store I manage and had had it altered to fit me perfectly. It was black, high in the front but quite low in the back, low enough that I had to wear it without a bra; it wasn’t too short, but I wore it with black thigh-high stockings and no panties; I had a pair of conservative black heels to wear with it, and some diamond earrings, and of course the “wedding ring” I had brought. I was to be introduced as David’s wife, age 29, and say we had been married 4 years. David, meanwhile, put on a handsome tuxedo. The valet called us a cab, and we headed over to the French embassy.

Fortunately, it was a large buffet dinner and many people attended, so my ruse of being David’s kinky mistress pretending to be David’s conservative wife was not too difficult. I had a lovely time flirting with an official from the British embassy, making up all kinds of crap about me and David and our years of marital bliss and hinting at nasty sexual secrets. And whenever I got the chance, I would back David against a wall, take his hand, and place it up under my dress onto my wet, hot pussy.

After dinner, we decided to take a taxi around the city to see the monuments lit up at night. In the back, David and I kissed, and I rubbed his cock through his tuxedo pants while he rubbed my clitoris. We stopped only briefly to view the Washington, Lincoln and Jefferson monuments and White House and Capitol from the taxi. We headed back to our hotel and decided to have last drink in the bar before bed. We sat in plush seats in the corner and David fetched drinks from the bar; two men sat at another table nearby. Then David said he wanted to see me cum.

“Here? Now?” I asked, with an evil grin.

“Yes,” David hissed at me, trying to hold back his desire. So, I raised the front of my dress, little by little, until, as I sat with my legs slightly parted, only he could see my hot, swollen, and very wet pussy and my hot swollen clit peeking out. I licked my fingers and began rubbing myself, a slight moan escaping my lips as I dipped two fingers into my pussy for a moment to draw more juices up around my clit. I leaned my head back, but focused on David’s beautiful brown eyes which were wide with desire for me. My pussy was very wet, and the back of the dress and perhaps the chair were getting damp. The other men, now looking in my direction, could see that my hand was in my lap, but couldn’t see my pussy. I looked in their eyes with passion and desire, then returned my attention to David. He sat stoicly as I crammed three, then four fingers into my pussy and twisted them. My juices were flowing fast.

“Put in your thumb,” David asked. I tucked my thumb underneath my other fingers and tried to corkscrew all five fingers into my sopping wet cunt. They started to slip in, but I was stretched to the max, panting loudly like a slutty bitch in heat. I worked my fingers around and in and out of my cunt until, with a suppressed moan, I came. David stepped up in front of me and downed the rest of his drink as I yanked my hand out of my dirty, naughty cunt. He took my dripping hand in his and helped me up, my dress slipping back down but not before exposing my nasty wet cunt to the other two men in the bar.

Hand-in-hand, David led me to the men’s room. Right inside the door, I dropped to my knees and pulled out David’s hard cock. I sucked it, and rubbed his balls and fingered his ass until he came, quickly, shooting his cum on my face and in my hair. I stood and we walked out, past the two men and the bartender, and across the lobby to the elevators, with David’s cum dripping off my face. In the elevator, I wiped it off with my fingers and licked them clean. In our room at last, we quickly stripped off our clothes, kissed, and went to right to sleep in each other’s arms.

David went back to the French embassy first thing in the morning for his meeting; he said he would call to meet me as soon as he was done. I had at least the morning alone, and I felt very alone without David and pretty much stayed in our room, only going out for a run on the trail nearby. I was very curious about what David had planned for our evening, and took a long hot bath and shaved again, this time deciding to shave off all the hair around my pussy. It felt kinky and lewd to have a bald pussy, but I held back the urge to rub myself. David called at Noon and was already finished; he told me he was going to become both rich and famous with this new contract, as the French government had decided to build an entire cultural center and museum in our city, not just a chancery, and David was going to design it all. My heart beat hard; in all honesty, I really wanted to be there with him, at his side through the times he had ahead. I felt a deep pang of envy for his wife, who loved him and whom he loved, but who left something small and important out of their relationship. I felt angry at her and wondered what was wrong with her.

I put on a light summer dress I had brought, totally nude beneath, and David met me for a late but quick seafood lunch in Georgetown (raw oysters and beer) near the hotel. During lunch, I told David that I wanted to see the Vietnam Memorial, so we took a taxi down to the National Mall. We saw the memorial and walked the Mall all afternoon until it was early evening. We were walking along the reflecting pool leading up to the Lincoln Monument and everything was very quiet; all the federal workers had gone home for the weekend and the tourists must have been eating dinner, so David and I were alone.

I stopped him and looked at him; he gave me a questioning look. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him slowly, chastely, passionately. I was ready to do anything he asked. If David had asked me to stay his mistress forever, I would have done it then, but there was no talking. We separated and David sat on a patch of grass in the trees. I walked up to him, hiked up my dress, and straddled his lap. His loins were hot and his cock was hard. We kissed, and I reached down and unzipped his fly. I took his cock out and then lowered myself onto his cock, so it filled me and throbbed inside me. My dress covered us and we sat motionless, holding each other. We stayed like that for a long time, kissing and rocking gently against each other.

Joggers passed us from time to time and gave us a curious look, but we weren’t showing off. We were just sitting together, in the most intimate position possible, savoring the feeling, not trying to cum, until David said we needed to head back for dinner then get ready for the night. I stood up, exposing his cock and feeling my juices run down my inner thighs. After he tucked everything away, I held out a hand and helped him up. We took a taxi to one of the finest restaurants in Washington and ate and talked and drank wine.

Chapter IX

Back in our hotel room, we showered and put on our complimentary robes. David handed me a gift-wrapped package. “This is your attire for the evening,” he said with a big shit-eating grin.

Inside, on top, was a very small and transparent g-string. I took off my robe and put it on; my pussy was clearly visible through the thin white cloth. Next was something black mesh: “It’s a tube mini-dress for you to wear tonight,” David said. I wiggled into it, and it was totally see-thru. My nipples were obvious; hell, it hid nothing, the white g-string was clearly visible and you could still pretty much see my now very hot and inflamed pussy through both. Also in the box were slutty high heels.

“We’re not going out in public with this on me in Washington, D.C., are we?” I asked.

“No,” he said, “we’re going to a private club. It’s a club for couples and bisexual women to meet others interesting in getting together. There’s no sex at the club, I’m told, but many people end up with partners before the end of the night. And best of all, it’s ‘See-Thru Night’ tonight.”

“Oh, baby, what will we do there?”

“Anything you like,” he replied. David dressed in hot, tight underpants and put on the black silk pants and shirt I had given him while I brushed my hair and put on some lipstick. He gave me a raincoat to wear and we went down to get a taxi.

We arrived at the club downtown and saw a lot of very hot and sexy young people headed in. David paid to “join the club” and we entered into a crowded but very clean nightclub. The women were mostly dressed in see-thru items like mine, some with no underwear at all. I checked David’s raincoat and we went to the bar. There were two bars and a dance floor, and I saw a few people dancing, feeling each other up lewdly. I could smell the scent of pussy in the air, and my nipples were at full attention. As we pushed through to the bar, any number of hands brushed over my breasts and bare ass. Almost naked women brushed their breasts against me, and I was already sopping wet. See-Thru Night meant you could really see everything. Everywhere I looked there were nipples and pussies and even an occasional cock and balls, tantalizingly hidden behind there sheerest veils. There were so many young, beautiful people here, and so many women, I might have even started salivating.

We had to push through a crowd to get to the bar. David got us some stiff drinks. I grabbed his cock through his pants and it was stiff and throbbing in his underpants. It was a good thing his pants weren’t see-thru. I felt another hard cock press against my ass and a breast pressed against my arm. Above the bar, on TV screens, I saw a video of two totally hot naked women crushed together in a small enclosed space, kissing, their hands caressing each others’ pussies. “Oh baby, that is so sexy,” I told David. I gulped my drink and started gyrating my hips to the music, dancing with David at the bar, enjoying David’s hard cock in front and still feeling another hard cock pressed against my ass. We finished a couple drinks and I asked David to come dance. The hardness of his cock was pretty obvious, but then he wasn’t the only one.

We went onto the dance floor and danced like teenagers - pressed against each other, getting our hands everywhere they could reach. I lifted one leg around David and pressed my hot wet pussy against his leg and started humping it. My panties were soaked and so were David’s pants. But others around us were dancing likewise. We would turn and find some hot woman (and in my case sometimes a hot man) dancing next to you and more than once I felt a stray hand pass over my ass, pussy and nipples. More than once, I had a nice long lingering feel of someone’s hard cock or hot pussy. A couple of people stopped us to welcome us to the club and said we were fitting in fine, but warned us to remember the rules: no public sex or total nudity, we were told. And only women were allowed in “the closet.”

“What’s the closet?” I asked. The woman pointed at the TV screens over the bar and around the club..

“That’s not a movie,” she said, “it’s a closed circuit monitor. Two women can go into the closet in the back and do anything they like, as long as there’s no overt penetration, and everyone else gets to watch.” I looked at the screens again and another pair of women were in “the closet;” one was licking the other’s pussy.

“Wow!” I said, feeling weak at the knees and wanting to lick something, anything, soon.

“You just ask if you want to try it, beautiful,” the woman said to me, dancing away with her partner. David started pinching my nipples through the dress.

“You want to try it, don’t you?” He asked with a smile.

“Absolutely, it’ll warm me up for the rest of the evening.” We moved to the lounge area and had a seat on an open couch. While we had a couple more drinks, several couples came to talk with us. Most of them were interested in knowing whether we had swapped before and we said we were open to anything; but we were in no hurry. But, then, a beautiful young brunette with long hair named Jeanette came and sat next to me. Her husband Len sat beside her. The four of us clicked right away and talked about a million things while her husband caressed her almost totally exposed C-cup breasts and rick hard nipples. David took that as his lead, and began running his fingers up and down my legs, then exposing my sheer wet panties, then openly massaging my clit through the thin opaque fabric. I found it hard to concentrate, and reached out to David. My hand fell on his lap and I could feel his cock throbbing inside. I squeezed him tight, and it was very clear that I held something hard and hot and big in my hand.

Our conversation with Jeanette and Len got increasingly sexual. She asked me if I like to suck cock, and I said of course I did. She asked me if I like anal and said she and her husband did it often. I said I loved anal and that David loved fucking my ass hard. She asked me if I’d ever licked another woman’s pussy. I admitted I hadn’t. Then she asked if she could kiss me. I almost fainted, and whispered “yes, please.”

She leaned in and our lips met. Her tongue was in my mouth was soft and wet and mine responded. David’s fingers pressed lewdly into the folds of my hot pussy. Then she put two finger up under her skirt and brought two totally drenched fingers covered with pussy juice to my mouth. I sucked them hungrily and told her I wanted to fuck her with my tongue. I asked her if she’d ever been in “the closet.” She said once and would I like to try it with her.

“Yeah, right now,” I said. We got up and Len and David sat on the couch talking and watching the TV screen showing the inside of the closet while Jeanette and I made our way there. Another hot twosome was coming out, faces wet with each other’s juices. Jeanette and I went in. We put our arms around each other and kissed; I couldn’t believe everyone outside was watching us but it made me incredibly hot to know they were. I wanted to put on a good show.

“I have to warn you, I get really juicy,” Jeanette said. I could hardly wait!

Her fingers made it around my g-string and massaged my cunt; she had no panties on at all and her pussy was at least as hot and dripping wet as mine. Jeanette pulled off my dress and I removed her skirt and top. She knelt down, and plunged her tongue into my pussy, swirling around, licking up and down and all around my clit. I threw my head back and twisted and pulled my nipples; I thrashed and moaned, and in the end I came hard, rubbing my juicy cunt all over her mouth. I licked her face clean then sucked on her beautiful hard nipples. She was rubbing her hot wet pussy up and down my thigh and it was getting pretty wet. Finally, I too got down and stared at her beautiful, naked, wet pussy. Her pussy lips and clitoris were swollen and wet. My tongue reached in to touch her clit. She smelled and tasted so good. She put her hands on the back of my head and pulled me tight there while I licked her, squeezed his clit between my lips, nibbled with my teeth. She was moaning loudly and her juices were soon all over my face. She started shouting that she was going to cum, and she came with a gush. Her juices flowed out all over my face and breasts and dribbled down my front and over my own pussy. I was sold, I wanted to own one of these dolls for myself.

Mia stuck her head out of her office door as I looked down the hall and returned my greeting. I put my briefcase on my desk and turned on my laptop. As it was booting up, I headed back out to the main area to get some coffee and see who Mia’s lover was. Mia was walking down the hall, fully dressed, followed by another woman.

Mia introduced her lover as Sára. She was stunning - dark, curly hair in a pony tail with a few stray curls framing her face; deep brown eyes; full lips and a strong jaw. She was wearing a white blouse and dark skirt that accentuated her generous breasts and slim waist. After we’d exchanged pleasantries, Mia said, “Sára is the account rep for our promotions supplier. We were just discussing what promotional items we should get over the next year.”

“That’s great,” I said. “I’ve been meaning to ask if we have shirts with the company logo on them.”

“We don’t,” said Mia.

Sára licked her lips and said, “But that’s something that we could do for you,” with a smile that showed off her even, white teeth.

“Very good,” I replied with a smile. I looked at Mia and asked, “What were you thinking of for the consulate event?”

“Well, it’s a pretty formal situation,” she replied. “It should be something classy and small so that it’s easy to handle. But beyond that we hadn’t really gotten much further.”

“We have some very nice pen and pencil sets,” Sára said, licking her lips again with her thick, pointed tongue. “They come in a presentation box and can be printed with your logo or company name and tagline.”

“That sounds good to me,” I said, realizing that I had to end this conversation quickly. Throughout it I’d managed to avoid staring at the cleavage that both women were exposing. Neither woman had bothered to button their blouse above the nipple line. Sára had what appeared to be large, firm breasts with small nipples. Mia’s bra pushed her smaller breasts together and up in such a way that everything above her nipples was visible. I could tell that both women were still aroused from their activities because their hard nipples were clearly visible.

It was the scent that really got to me though. They both reeked of sex and the smell of it was getting me aroused again. I could feel my cock going from half-mast to three-quarters. The fact that Sára flicked her tongue across her full, red lips each time she spoke wasn’t helping my situation any either, especially when I realized that she was probably still tasting Mia’s juices.

I turned away from them and started making coffee. I said, “Do you have samples easily available, Sára, or is it just by catalog? I like to hold that kind of thing in my hand before buying it.” I focused on pouring the water into the coffeemaker without trembling and did my best to ignore the potential double-entendre of my words.

I could almost hear Sára’s nimble tongue flicker across her lips before she said, “Depending on which set you prefer, we could probably arrange a demonstration. We have samples of most of them in stock at our office. All you’d need to do is pick the sets that you’d like to see.”

“That sounds great,” I said while turning back from the coffee to look at the women again. “Do you have a catalog with you? I’d like to pass it around the office seeing as my American tastes might differ from Hungarian ones.”

“Oh, you’ve been here a week and already found a Hungarian girlfriend, I’m sure you taste good,” Mia told me. Then she realized what she said and added with a blush, “I mean have good taste.” We all laughed.

“That’s very kind,” I said to Mia. I noticed Sára eyeing me speculatively.

Sára said, “I’ve got a catalog in Mia’s office that I can leave with her. It’s got shirts in it also so you can take a look at them at the same time.”

“That’ll work out very well,” I said.

“Was there anything else that you wanted to discuss, Mia?” Sára asked.

“There was just one other thing,” Mia responded and led Sára back to her office.

I went into my office and sat down at my computer, managing resist the urge to sneak down the hallway and see if Mia was returning the favor to Sára. I guess Sára took a rain check because less than five minutes later both women were at the door of my office so that Sára could say goodbye. We exchanged a few more pleasantries and shook hands. I couldn’t help staring at their asses as Mia walked Sára to the door.

“I’ll look through the catalog and pass it along,” Mia said as she headed back towards her office.

“Joll,” I replied and settled in to try to get some work done.

By 11:30, I’d accomplished most of what I’d hoped to for the morning and was more than ready to take a break. Natasha walked into my office wearing a white blouse (mostly unbuttoned) and tight jeans. She laid the catalog from Sára on my desk and said, “We’ve all made our suggestions. Mia says you can tell her what you want and she’ll handle going to Sára to arrange it.”

“OK,” I said picking up the catalog. “Which shirt did you prefer?” She moved around the corner of my desk so that we were both looking at the catalog right way up. Her perfume filled my nose, sparking the desire to grab her, bend her over and have my way with her right there.

“Next page,” she said. I flipped the page. “That one,” she pointed to a tightly fitting polo shirt in light blue. “I think our logo would look good on it and it would look good on me.”

“Well, the fact that it looks good on you is certainly the most important consideration,” I told her with a smile. She punched me in the arm.

“Don’t make fun. It would look good on Mia too. Andras not so much, but nobody looks at him anyway.”

“Ouch,” I said.

“Why are you hurt?” she asked. “It would look fine on you.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I said wryly. “What about pens?” I flipped to the page she’d marked in the catalog.

“I like this one and so does Mia,” she said, pointing to a gold cross pen and pencil set.

“Again, a difference of opinion between the men and women,” I said as I noted that Andras had recommended a different set.

“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” she said. “That manufacturer is cheap and the edges of the pen are too sharp. Mia and I both think the one we picked will be much more comfortable to use.”

I glanced up at her. She raised her eyebrow, brazenly challenging me to voice the thoughts running through my head. I managed to refrain from doing so and said, “I’ll look at it. If we can afford it, we’ll probably go with your suggestion. I certainly want both you and Mia to be comfortable. How many sets should we order, do you think?”

“One for each of us, probably about 15 for embassy staff, and another 20 for people at the event,” she told me.

“All right, thanks,” I said, noting the number and adding 10. “What’s everybody doing for lunch?”

“We’re ordering in,” she said. “Would you like to join us?”

“Sure, pick something good for me,” I said. “I’m in the mood for a new taste of Hungary.” She assented with a smile and another raised eyebrow. I couldn’t help but stare at her ass as she walked out of my office.

I managed to get a little more done before lunch arrived. Conversation around the lunch table was as jokingly risqué and enjoyable as ever. The fearlessness of lawsuits allowed everyone to be more honest and have fun. Afterwards, I returned to work refreshed.

Around 3 o’clock, Natasha knocked on my open door and said, “Jana is a real sweetheart.”

“Oh? What makes you say that?”

“We were just chatting and I’ve decided that I like her. You can keep her.”

“Hey, thanks for your approval!” I replied. “Does she want to talk to me, or did she call for you?”

“She’s on line 2. I’ll just shut this door for you,” she said with a knowing smile and closed the door before I could even call out my thanks.

I picked up line 2 and said, “Hello?”

“Hey, handsome,” came Jana’s dulcet voice. “What are you wearing?”

“The same clothes you saw me in this morning,” I said. “What about you?”

“Not a thing,” she said. “Dana is naked too.”

“Oh really?” I replied. “and what are you two doing naked in my apartment?”

“We were waiting for you, but I don’t think we can wait any longer. We’re both really excited about you coming home with us tomorrow. Here, Dana wants to talk to you.” She passed the phone.

“Hi, Jim,” Dana said.

“Hi, Dana. Your sister tells me that you’re excited about this weekend.”

“Yeah, I can’t wait. Are you really going to fuck me?” she asked in a patently false innocent girl voice. “Are you gonna fill my little pussy with your big cock?”

“I can’t wait, Dana,” I told her. “I want to fuck your tight little pussy so bad.”

“It gets me so wet thinking about it. I’ve been masturbating all week imagining your big cock inside me. Oh!” she exclaimed, “Jana’s licking me. She’s licking my pussy, Jim. She says she’s going to suck all of your cum out of my pussy. Are you going to cum inside me, Jim? Are you gonna cum inside my little pussy?”

“Yes, baby. I’m going to fuck you until I cum inside your little pussy.”

“Oh god, Jim. It feels so good when Jana licks my little pussy,” she said in her little girl voice. “Are you touching yourself, Jim? Are you stroking your big, hard cock while thinking about fucking my little pussy? I want you to masturbate for me, Jim.”

“I am, Dana.” I unzipped and pulled out my cock. I grabbed a few tissues and added, “I’m thinking about your tight little body and your wet, little pussy. I’m imagining licking you all over and then slowly sliding my hard cock into your wet, little pussy.”

She moaned.

“I’m gonna fuck your tight, wet little pussy as hard as I can,” I told her. “I’m gonna fuck you until you cum all over my big, hard cock and then I’m going to cum inside of you.” She was moaning, saying something over and over again in Hungarian. I kept talking, “I’m gonna fill your little pussy up with my cock and then with my cum. Then I’m gonna fuck your sister from behind while she licks your little pussy clean.” She was cumming and the sound of her orgasm sent me over the edge too. The tissues captured it all.

After we’d caught our breath she said “I can’t wait until you really fuck me, Jim. It makes me so hot to think about sharing you with my sister. Don’t stay at work too late. See ya!”

“Did you cum too, Jim?” Jana asked.

“Yes,” I said. “I did. Is Dana spending the night with us?”

“Yes. She’s going to stay with us and then we’ll all go home together tomorrow after you’re done work. Is there any chance that you’ll be able to leave early?”

“Probably,” I said. “It’s a Friday in the summer. Even in America leaving early is pretty common.”

“Good. Well, don’t stay too late tonight. We’ll be naked and thinking of you all afternoon.” We said our goodbyes and hung up.

I checked to make sure that I hadn’t stained my pants then got up and opened my office door. Natasha wasn’t at her desk, so I didn’t have to deal with any snide comments. I left work promptly at 5, having forestalled a late running teleconference by pushing so much information back to the home office that they’d need all day to digest it and formulate questions.

I was in such a rush to get home that I almost didn’t recognize Sára when we passed each other on the subway. We talked about the upcoming order — she too preferred the Cross pen and pencil set — and then about other things. We discussed my situation, how long I’d be in Hungary, and the fact that I’d managed to find a Hungarian girlfriend quickly. I told her about Jana, repeating the half-truths that I’d told my co-workers. We got off at the same stop. Her apartment was a few blocks away in the wrong direction, so we bid each other goodbye and I hurried home.

I walked into the apartment and said, “Hello?”

“We’re in the living room,” Jana called back. I dropped my briefcase by the door and walked down the hall, loosening my tie as I went.

Jana and Dana were sitting next to each other on the couch. They were both naked and kissing, tongues swirling around each other’s mouth. Dana’s left leg was over Jana’s right, sliding slowly back and forth. As I walked into the room and turned to look at the scene before me, I realized that each of them was slowly working a vibrator in and out of her pussy with one hand and rubbing her own clit with the other.

“Wow,” I said.

“We had to find some way to keep ourselves amused,” said Jana.

“I wasn’t objecting!” said I. “I was admiring. Every guy fantasizes about bisexual sisters, it’s not often that you get to see your fantasy brought to life!”

“Do you want to see my favorite thing?” asked Dana.

“Per se,” I said, removing my tie and sitting down in the chair opposite the couch.

They kissed each other once more, then each woman lay back on an arm of the couch and swung their legs up. Their heads were at opposite ends of the couch, their pussies were about a foot apart. They put their feet together and began slowly pushing back and forth, moving their legs up and down. As they pushed their hips began sliding closer to each other until the vibrators touched. With each movement that either of them made, the vibrator in her sister’s pussy moved. .

I stripped and began stroking my hard cock while watching. Soon they were sharing an orgasm. As they came down, I stood up and moved next to Jana’s head. She opened her beautiful brown eyes and saw my cock wagging over her. She reached up and pulled me down into her mouth with a purr. Dana saw what her sister was doing and flipped around on the couch. She crawled up her sister’s body until her face was inches from Jana’s. The vibrators continued to buzz quietly inside of their pussies. Dana extended her pointed tongue towards my cock.

“No! No!” I said and put my hand down to stop her.

Both women looked up at me in shock. “You’re not going to let me lick your cock?” Dana said.

I pulled back from Jana’s mouth and knelt so that my face was at the same level as theirs. “I’d love for you to lick my cock, Dana. I can hardly wait to cum in your mouth. But you said we couldn’t do it until we’d done it in your bed and I’m not going to do it sooner. If your sister agrees, I’ll lick your pussy and I’ll cum on you, but I’m not going to fuck you and I’m not going let you suck my cock until tomorrow night.”

“You bastard!” Dana said and sat back. “I’ve been thinking of sucking and fucking you all week! You’re going to let my sister have all the fun of sucking you off and fucking you and you’re only going to let me watch?!?”

“You made the rules, not me,” I told her. I stood up and offered my cock to Jana again. She took it in her mouth with a smile and began sucking on it, her eyes on her sister at the other end of the couch. I looked at Dana and said, “Do you really want to suck my cock?”

“Yes, you know I do, you bastard!” she said as she began sliding the vibrator in and out of her pussy. “I want to feel your hard cock slide in and out of my mouth. I want to taste your pre-cum. I’d let you fuck my face until you came all over it.”

Jana kept sedately sucking on my cock as I said, “I’ve already given Jana two facials today. This way I can fuck her pussy too.”

Jana let out another purr and began working the vibrator in her pussy. After a minute or so of this, I looked down at her and asked, “Would you like to lick your sister’s clit while I fucked you doggy style?”

She popped my cock out of her mouth and said, “Oh, yes!” She pulled the vibrator from her pussy and sat forward. It glinted with her juices as she handed it to Dana and said, “Here, you can imagine it’s my boyfriend’s cock while you lick it clean.”

“Oh, you bitch!” Dana said as she accepted the plastic tool and began licking it clean. Jana kneeled on the couch and began flicking her tongue across her sister’s clit. She slid one hand back and spread her pussy lips for me. I climbed onto the couch and slipped my cock into her wet pussy.

I began fucking her slowly as she continued to work Dana’s clit with her tongue and lips. Dana was ferociously simulating fellatio using the vibrator to show me what I was missing. “Do you like the taste of your sister’s pussy on a cock, Dana?” I teased her.

She grunted an affirmative.

“Would you like to taste your sister’s pussy on my cock, Dana?”

She interrupted her work to say “Yes, damn you!” then returned to sucking on the vibrator.

“Do you want your sister to lick your clit while I fuck you?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried as she came again. Her legs convulsed around Jana’s head, Jana’s vibrator slipped from her grasp and fell to the couch, her other hand pressed Jana’s head hard against her pussy. Her sister’s orgasm set Jana off, I could feel the rhythmic contractions of her tight, wet cunt as she came too.

I managed to hold back until they were done. I pulled my still hard cock from Jana’s dripping pussy and stood over Dana. She opened her bright blue eyes and looked up at me. I ran my left hand along my slick cock, gathering Jana’s juices onto my forefinger and thumb. I offered my finger to Dana and said, “I want you to suck my cock so badly!”

She took my finger in her mouth, slurping on it. I began jerking off with my other hand. “I want to fuck your little pussy. I want you to ride my cock while your sister licks us both. I want to cum inside of you.” My orgasm hit. The first shot from my cock landed in strings on her flat belly. The second shot landed on her small, firm breasts. The third shot hit her cheek. The last bit dribbled onto my hand. Jana reached out and took my hand. She pulled it to her mouth and began sucking it clean. I stood there, a finger in each sister’s mouth, the last of my cum dripping from my cock to fall on Dana’s firm flesh and slide slowly down to her shaven pussy.