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friend a playful push.

Alice’s words gave Vanessa a little thrill, in spite of her nerves. For years, Alice had flirted with Alan whenever she saw him, knowing full well that it wouldn’t go anywhere. But now… hadn’t she just given Alan permission to explore outside their marriage? A thought occurred to her. What were the chances she could set something up with Alice and Alan? Maybe join in herself?

She pulled out her phone, the screen lighting up her face in the dim bar. 'I'm not joking. Here, just... look for yourself.' Her fingers flew across the keyboard, navigating to Pornhub with practiced ease. She navigated to the poolside gangbang. The thumbnail showed her on her knees, surrounded by three hard cocks, her lips wrapped around one while hands gripped her hips. Without another word, she copied the link and hit send, her heart pounding as the message notification pinged on Alice's phone beside her.

Alice scooped up her phone with a curious tilt of her head, her red nails glinting under the bar's low lights. She tapped the link, and the video buffered for a second before the screen filled with the sun-drenched poolside scene—Vanessa lounging on a chaise by the sparkling water, her cinnamon skin glowing under the white bikini that hugged her curves just right. The top cupped her round breasts with a teasing swell of cleavage, and the thong bottom vanished between her firm ass cheeks. She squeezed sunblock from a bottle, rubbing it slowly over her toned legs, up her thighs, then across her flat stomach and over her tits, massaging the lotion in with circular motions that made her nipples harden visibly through the thin fabric. The camera lingered as she arched her back, slicking her arms and neck, her body glistening like it was oiled for worship. Alice skipped ahead, and her laughter faded abruptly. On screen, Vanessa removed a huge porn dick from her mouth, as she jerked two more of them off - brining first one, then the other to her mouth. She skipped ahead , and now there was a cock in her friend’s hand, one in her mouth and — she could hardly believe it — a huge one working in and out of her pussy. Alice felt blood surge to her groin, her own pussy suddenly feeling upsettingly empty. As she watched, the camera zoomed in on the large cock in her friend’s pussy as it began to pulse.

She set her gin and tonic down with a deliberate clunk, forgotten now, her full lips parting slightly as she watched. The bar's murmur blurred into the background—the clink of glasses, low chatter from nearby tables—but Alice went still, transfixed. Her free hand slipped under the table, out of sight, fingers trailing up her thigh beneath the hem of her tight red mini-dress. She shifted in her seat, legs parting just enough as her hand cupped her mound, pressing firm against the dampening lace of her panties, rubbing in slow circles.

'Oh fuck, Van... this is... this is insanely hot,' Alice finally whispered, her voice husky and low, cheeks flushing a deeper pink than the bar's ambient glow. She leaned closer to Vanessa, eyes still glued to the phone, her hidden fingers slipping under the lace now, two digits plunging into her own wetness as she fucked herself lightly, imagining those massive cocks filling her up, pounding her until she screamed. The video pushed on: the third guy changed places, feeding his shaft into Vanessa's hand as she alternated sucking and stroking, her body rocking from the relentless thrusts behind her, tits bouncing free from the bikini top. They repositioned her onto the chaise, one cock in her mouth, another drilling her pussy, the third waiting his turn to slide back into her slick folds.

Just then, a tall guy in a crisp button-down sauntered over from the end of the bar, his gaze fixed on Alice's exposed cleavage and the way her dress clung to her big round tits. He was in his mid-30s, broad-shouldered, with a confident smirk, clearly emboldened by the toasts he'd been sending her way earlier. 'Hey, couldn't help but notice you from across the room. Mind if I join you ladies for a drink?' His eyes flicked down to her phone as he leaned in, and his smirk widened into a grin when he caught the unmistakable moans, slurping sucks, and slapping skin on the screen—Vanessa now on all fours by the pool, one dick in her mouth while the others took turns pounding her from behind, her cries echoing over the water. ‘What’s this?’ he asked, grinning at Alice. He didn't back off, his body language shifting closer, intrigued rather than shocked.

Alice's breath hitched as the video played on. Suddenly realizing they were no longer alone, she dropped her phone on the table, forgetting to pause it or turn off the screen. Between the drinks, and lighting, the video, and the smell of the man next to her, she was suddenly extremely horny. She didn't pull away when he leaned in closer, his cologne mixing with his natural smell in a way she loved. Instead, her eyes flicked up to him briefly, a sly smile tugging at her glossed lips. She withdrew her hand from her lap - she had a better idea now.

Vanessa noticed the exchange, her own cheeks warming with a mix of thrill and mischief. She leaned toward Alice, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. 'Believe me now?’

Alice didn’t answer, but her wide eyes and slightly open mouth said everything. Alice couldn’t really believe it. She had always found Vanessa charmingly innocent. Early on in her relationship with Alan she had come to Alice for advice on how to give him a good blowjob. That same girl was now posting videos of herself getting tag teamed for all the world to see?

The guy introduced himself as Jake. He had slightly tousled dark hair, and a strong jawline and a posture that suggested a gym body beneath his clothes. He froze mid-sip of his beer, his eyes narrowing on the screen. Recognition hit him like a bolt from a clear blue sky. The stunning brunette sitting across from the blonde was the same girl on the screen fucking three guys at once. On the screen, she was riding one of the men's thick shafts reverse, her pussy gripping him tight as she ground down, breasts heaving with each bounce, while another fed his cock into her eager mouth. 'Wait... that's you?' Jake stammered, pointing at the phone, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief, his pants tightening uncomfortably as the scene unfolded.

Before he could say more or let the shock sink in, Alice straightened up. She flashed him a teasing grin, all confidence now. 'Hey, handsome, would you mind grabbing us another round?' She nodded toward Vanessa, who suppressed a giggle, her eyes sparkling.

Jake blinked, still processing the bombshell on screen—Vanessa now on her back, legs hooked over the tanned guy's shoulders as he pounded into her like a jackhammer. He nodded, playing it cool. 'Yeah, sure thing. Be right back.' As he turned to head to the bar, he couldn't resist one last glance over his shoulder, his gaze locking onto Alice's phone in an attempt to see the title of the clip. The video had progressed: Vanessa surrounded by the three men, one thrusting into her from above while she jerked the other two off, their cocks pulsing in her fists, pre-cum slicking her palms. He turned around and weaved through the crowd back to his buddies at the corner table, their curious stares following him as he told them something that was drowned out by the din of the bar.

Alice let out a soft laugh once he was out of earshot, turning fully to Vanessa, her blue eyes alight with hunger. 'Okay, spill. What the hell? When did this start? What does Alan have to say about this?' Her voice was breathy, hand inching back toward her thigh, the interruption only fueling her curiosity and the ache building inside her.

Vanessa leaned in closer, her lips curving into a knowing smirk as she watched Alice's gaze dart back toward the bar where Jake was ordering their drinks, his broad shoulders flexing under his fitted shirt. The video on Alice's phone had paused on a frame of Vanessa's body arched in ecstasy, one man's cock sliding deep into her slick entrance while she stroked the shafts of the other two, their tips glistening with her saliva. 'Alright, girl, before we dive into my dirty little secrets, spill yours. What's the plan with Mr. Confident over there? You look like you're plotting something naughty.'

Alice bit her lower lip, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the edge of the table, the heat from her earlier self-touch still lingering between her legs. She glanced at the screen again, then met Vanessa's eyes with a wicked glint. 'God, watching you get railed like that... it's got me all fired up. I'm feeling inspired right now, you know? You wouldn’t have to put a gun to my head to convince me to go for a quickie right now.' Her voice dropped lower, laced with anticipation, as she shifted in her seat, her pussy throbbing at the thought of Jake's hands gripping her hips, his cock thrusting deep while the door rattled from the bar's noise outside.

Vanessa chuckled softly, her own arousal stirring as her friend — and now this handsome stranger — saw her unleash her sexuality in a way she would never have dreamed of a year ago. 'I like the way you think. Go for it—nothing like a good test drive to see if he's worth the ride.' She paused, her eyes scanning the room, and that's when she noticed it: over at the corner table, Jake's group of friends—four or five guys in their late twenties, all well dressed and fit—had their phones out, huddled close. Their heads kept turning, casting furtive glances her way. Their stares lingered on her curves, the low-cut top hugging her breasts, as if imagining her on her knees, mouth wrapped around one cock while another plunged into her from behind.

‘But to answer your question,’ Vanessa continued, looking at Alice, ‘it started about a month ago. Alan hired a studio and crew, and we did a threesome with this black pornstar that I got into a while back. Anyway, they sent us the edited film, and we posted it online. It kind of went viral, and all of a sudden I was getting offered a lot of money to do more.’ Alice’s attention was locked in. She followed along, a look of astonishment on her face.

‘And meanwhile, you can’t imagine what this has done for our sex life,’ Vanessa continued.

‘Really? I didn’t realize that things had cooled off for you… last I remember you telling me you were still fucking like newlyweds!’ Alice replied.

‘Oh, no, I mean it’s not like anything was missing,’ she said. ‘But in the last month, we’ve been going at it constantly. Like two, three, four times a day sometimes. And it’s so hot. Who would have thought, of all people Alan would not just be ok with me fucking someone else, much less turn into a fucking sex machine!’

Alice got a knowing look on her face. ‘I mean, if there’s one reliable way to make a guy give you his best, it’s make him believe he’s got competition.’

‘I guess, maybe that’s it,’ said Vanessa. ‘Either way I’m not complaining. Anyway. So Alan paid for the thing and we posted it, and it blew up. And then I got contacted by a studio that offered me ten grand to three scenes for them. I figured, if one scene transformed our sex life, how great would three more be?’

‘What did Alan say?’

‘I didn’t tell him. I knew what he’d say, and I wanted to surprise him. Anyway, so I did the first scene two weeks ago, that’s the one I sent you.’

‘Jesus Christ Van,’ Alice said. ‘You are such,’ she grinned, ‘a fucking WHORE! I never would have guessed!’

Jake returned then, balancing the drinks with a grin that distracted from — but didn’t quite hide — the growing bulge in his pants. He set the gin and tonic in front of Alice, then slid Vanessa's cosmo across the table, his eyes flicking to the phone still glowing with the paused scene. 'Here you go, ladies.’

Alice took a sip, her tongue darting out to catch a drop on her lip, and shot Vanessa a conspiratorial look before turning to Jake with a playful tilt of her head. Her fingers lightly grazed his arm as she leaned in, her voice a sultry whisper laced with teasing promise. 'Mmm, these drinks hit the spot... just like I bet you could. Care to keep me company for a bit? There’s a room back that way with a nice, private vibe—perfect for a little... conversation.' She batted her lashes, her touch lingering on his wrist, drawing him closer without spelling it out, her eyes sparkling with flirtatious invitation.

Jake's grin widened, his gaze shifting between the two women, clearly thrilled but not content to stop at Alice. He set his own drink down and leaned against the table, his voice dropping to match the intimate tone. 'Sounds tempting as hell. I'd love to chat with you, Alice—show you a good time. But hey, Vanessa, that video... damn, you're incredible. Any chance I could get a word with you too? Maybe join the fun somehow?' His eyes locked on hers, hopeful and bold, the bulge in his jeans twitching visibly as he imagined pulling her into the mix.

Vanessa met his stare with a coy smile, crossing her legs slowly to let her skirt ride up just a touch, revealing a glimpse of thigh. She sipped her drink, her tone light and evasive yet warm. 'Oh, you're sweet, Jake, but I'm married—happily so. Though Alice here? She's been known to be quite friendly... and she shares everything with her friends. Who knows what kind of party she might throw?' She winked at Alice, the air thickening with suggestion as the group's tentative glances turned bolder and more confident.

Jake's eyes widened for a split second as he processed Vanessa's words, his gaze lingering on her crossed legs and the smooth skin peeking from under her skirt. He did a double take, torn between the allure of the woman on the screen—whom he'd just seen taking two cocks at once, her mouth stretched wide around one while the other slammed into her pussy from behind—and the flirtatious blonde right in front of him. For now, he decided to play it smart, focusing on Alice, but the question burned in his mind.

Alice's lips parted in a mock pout, her fingers tightening around her glass as she feigned a flicker of jealousy, her free hand sliding possessively onto Jake's thigh under the table. She felt the firm muscle tense under her touch, and a thrill shot through her core, her pussy clenching at the promise of what might come next. 'Whoa there, handsome,' she murmured, her voice husky with playful reproach, leaning in so her breath warmed his ear. 'Eyes on me for a minute. Vanessa's got her own adventures, but tonight? I'm the one you should be chasing.' She glanced at Vanessa with a wink, her jealousy act light and teasing, before standing up slowly, her hips swaying as she tugged Jake's hand into hers. Her grip was firm, pulling him to his feet with a sultry smile that promised more than words could. 'Come on, let's find somewhere quieter. I want to hear all about what you'd do to a girl like me... without distractions.'

Vanessa watched them go, her pulse quickening as Alice led Jake toward the back of the bar, her hand intertwined with his, the sway of Alice's ass drawing his full attention now. The group's eyes followed too, their phones still clutched in their hands. A fresh wave of heat pooled between Vanessa's thighs, knowing that their glances belied their desire for her. She pictured their cocks hardening as they pictured joining in, filling her mouth and pussy until she dripped with their cum. She shifted in her seat, her nipples peaking against her top, and took a slow sip of her drink, wondering just how 'friendly' Alice might get later.

Alone at her table, she opened her own phone at started typing out a text to her husband.

‘I told/showed Alice.’

Immediately she saw Alan typing his response. ‘Oh? What’d she say?’

‘Let’s put it this way… she just took a guy out back and is probably fucking his brains out as we speak.’

‘Lucky guy.’

‘There’s another thing.’

‘Oh?’

‘I think a few other guys here saw my videos.’

‘Is that a problem?’

‘I don’t think so. I mean, they have millions of views, what’s a few more?’

‘Ok baby. Well have fun. I’ll be here when you get home.’

***

Alice pushed open the heavy bathroom door, the muffled thump of bass from the bar fading behind them as she pulled Jake into the dimly lit space. The air smelled of cheap soap and faint perfume, but she didn't care—her pulse raced and her pussy was slick with anticipation. She scanned the row of stalls, spotting an empty one at the end, and tugged him inside, locking the flimsy door with a click. Her hands were on his belt before he could speak, yanking it open and shoving his jeans down his thighs, freeing his hardening cock. It sprang out, thick and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum as she dropped to her knees on the cool tile floor.

She wrapped her fingers around his base, stroking once to feel its weight, then leaned in and slid her lips over the tip, sucking hard. Her tongue swirled around the ridge, tasting the salt of his skin as she took him deeper. Jake groaned, his hands fisting in her blonde hair, hips bucking slightly as she bobbed her head, sucking his dick with quick, wet pulls for a full minute—enough to make him throb against her tongue, his breaths coming in sharp gasps. She hummed around him, the vibration drawing a curse from his lips, but she pulled back with a pop, strings of saliva connecting her mouth to his slick shaft.

Rising up, Alice hiked her skirt to her waist, revealing her bare pussy as she pushed her lace panties aside. Her smooth, shaved skin and the damp folds seemed to beckon him. She turned, bracing her hands on the stall wall, and glanced over her shoulder with a wicked grin. 'Fuck me now,' she demanded in a hissed whisper. She spread her legs wider. Jake didn't hesitate. He gripped her hips and lining up his cock, he thrust it in with one hard push. She gasped as he filled her, and the sudden feeling of fullness was exactly what she had been craving. He started pounding into her, each slap of his pelvis against her ass echoing in the tight space, his balls smacking her clit with every drive.

Alice rocked back to meet him, her heavy tits bouncing under her top as she clenched around his cock, chasing the building pressure. 'Harder,' she moaned, her voice echoing off the tiles. He obliged, gripping her waist tighter, slamming deeper until her thighs trembled and her pussy fluttered, the coil inside her snapping. She came with a muffled cry, her juices coating his shaft as waves of pleasure ripped through her, her body shuddering against the wall.

Jake's rhythm faltered, his cock swelling inside her, the telltale pulse signaling his impending release. Alice twisted away just in time, spinning to face him and dropping back to her knees. She engulfed his dick again, sucking greedily as he erupted, hot spurts of cum flooding her mouth. She swallowed every drop, her throat working around him, milking him dry until he slumped against the door, spent and panting. Licking her lips, she stood, adjusting her panties and skirt with a satisfied smirk. 'Not bad for a test run,' she teased, unlocking the stall and stepping out, leaving him to catch his breath.

Alice smoothed her skirt one last time, her lips still tingling from Jake's cum. She had a fresh glow on her cheeks as she slipped out of the bathroom. The bar's hum greeted her—clinking glasses, low laughter, the gentle sound of live jazz—but her eyes locked on the high top table where she'd left Vanessa. Now, it was a cluster of bodies: Jake's friends, four or five guys in their late twenties, shirts untucked and grins wide, packed tight around the small surface. Vanessa sat perched on her stool, her legs crossed, a half-empty cocktail in hand, her laughter ringing out sharp and genuine as one of them leaned in close, his voice dropping to say something that made her throw her head back.

Alice pushed through the crowd, weaving past a couple swaying on the dance floor, her thighs sticky after that quick but satisfying fuck. The dark-haired one with the stubbly chin seemed to be trying to gauge his chances of taking Vanessa home with him. ‘He can join, I’m not greedy!’

Vanessa spotted Alice, her eyes sparkling with mischief. 'There you are! These guys were just dissecting my debut. Apparently, my technique needs work.' She winked, sliding over to make room, but the friends didn't budge much, their shoulders brushing hers, eyes darting between the two women like they were sizing up a menu.

Alice slid onto her stool, heart still pounding from the stall, and grabbed her drink, taking a long sip to steady herself. The air felt thicker now, charged with the video's residue and the guys' obvious interest. Jake's buddy—the one who'd been talking—turned to her, his gaze lingering on her flushed neck. 'I was just, uh, telling your colleague, uh, what a tremendous admirer I am of your art.’ Clearly, he thought Alice was also a porn actress.

She smirked, crossing her legs under the table, feeling the ache between them. 'Let's just say I'm inspired.'

The conversation flowed easily, laced with innuendo, all the men thrilling at their proximity to two gorgeous women they assumed were both pornstars. Alice felt a fresh throb in her core, her hand drifting to Vanessa's knee under the table, squeezing. One of the guys, broad-shouldered with tattoos peeking from his sleeve, caught the motion and grinned. 'If you girls would like a quieter place to chat, I can rent the VIP lounge.' Obviously, Mr. Moneybags wanted to show off a little.

Alice didn’t miss a beat. ‘Lead the way!’

Vanessa's took a slow sip of her drink, her expression amused but guarded, letting the suggestion hang without encouragement. ‘Come on,’ Moneybags said, ‘better drinks in there anyway, and we promise to be perfect gentlemen!’ Vanessa got up from her stool and, making a show of her reluctance, began to follow him and Alice. The other guys cheered, and joined the procession.

Upstairs, the VIP lounge was a shadowed haven—dim red lights casting a sultry glow over a handful of leather booths and low tables. Bass-heavy electronic music thumped through hidden speakers like a heartbeat. The lounge was empty except for the bartender polishing glasses behind a sleek bar, it felt like their own private world. They settled into a spacious curved booth, the girls sliding in side by side while the men took the opposite seats, Moneybags signaling the bartender with a crisp wave. 'A bottle of Dom Pérignon for the ladies—and whatever the guys want.'

The champagne arrived swiftly, popped open with a satisfying fizz, flutes filled and passed around. Vanessa and Alice clinked glasses, the bubbles tickling their lips as they sipped, the cool liquid easing the bar's earlier heat. Both women were beginning to feel the effects of their drinks. Their bodies were vibrating with the gentle elation of a fun night out. In the sexually charged atmosphere, both were growing hornier. And as they continued drinking, even though they felt in control of themselves, their inhibitions were steadily melting away.

Alice had to resist the temptation to open her phone and continue watching her best friend getting fucked by the poolside. She had always known that Vanessa was attractive — even hot. But with how innocent she always took Vanessa to be, she never viewed her as a sexual being. Well, maybe not ‘never’. Two years ago, at a party at Alice’s house, after several glasses of wine and egged on by the crowd they had kissed for a few seconds. But that kiss had not had any passion behind it. Now she was suddenly becoming aware of her friend in a new way. She wanted to explore her friend’s body, she wanted to taste her, wanted to feel her writhe as she came. Her gaze lingered on Vanessa's curves, the way her top hugged her breasts, the subtle sway of her hips as she shifted. Suddenly, every brush of skin felt electric.

‘Are you having fun?’ Alice whispered in her ear, her hand landing on Vanessa's thigh under the table, fingers tracing light circles on the smooth fabric of her skirt. She leaned in closer, her firm tits pressing against Vanessa's arm as she pretended to adjust her position. ‘I’m feeling a bit wild tonight.' Her touch lingered, sliding up to rest on her thigh.

Vanessa felt the shift, Alice's fingers warm and insistent, sending a shiver through her. She didn't pull away, instead parting her legs slightly, letting the contact deepen. The men watched, chuckling and toasting, their eyes roaming over the women with growing hunger. One of them, a broad-shouldered guy with a cocky smirk, pulled out his phone and leaned forward. 'You two look killer together. Mind if I get a selfie with you both? For the 'gram, you know?'

Alice's eyes sparkled with mischief, her hand still on Vanessa's thigh, squeezing gently as she turned to the guy. 'Nothing in life is free, handsome. A picture with two super hot chicks? $50. But if you want a HOT selfie,’ she made eye contact with Vanessa and raised an eyebrow meaningfully, ‘If you want it hot, that’ll be $150.’ She winked, her free hand now grazing the side of Vanessa's breast as she steadied her own glass, thumb brushing the swell of flesh spilling from the low neckline. Vanessa was getting into it. She had never been particularly attracted to other women, but her body was responding to Alice’s attention, and she was having fun playing along with Alice’s banter.

When she signed the agreement to film several scenes for the porn studio, she had unconsciously decided that this was about more than just spicing things up at home — she had an opportunity to earn real money with her body. And the way this guy was throwing money around tonight, it seemed clear that the girls wouldn’t go home empty-handed. And anyway, she had Alan’s blessing, right?

Mr. Moneybags chuckled, pulling out a thick money clip without hesitation. 'Hot it is, then.' He counted out some crisp bills and tossed them across the table. The other guys cheered. Casually, Alice picked up the money and counted it, tucking the bills into her bra with a flourish, her body shifting closer to Vanessa in the process—her leg now draped over Vanessa's under the table, pressing their thighs together firmly.

‘OK hon, come sit with us,’ Alice purred, pulling Vanessa toward her for the shot. Vanessa giggled softly, her breath hitching as Alice's fingers dipped higher under her skirt, brushing bare skin now. They posed, cheeks pressed together, lips parted in sultry smiles, but Alice amped it up—her hand cupping Vanessa's ass cheek through the fabric, pulling her hip flush against her own. All the guys’ phones were out, capturing the scene before them. Alice kept going. Her fingertips teased the edge of Vanessa's panties, moving over to brush against her dampening crotch. She leaned in and placed her lips on Vanessa’s. Caught up on the moment, she returned the kiss, her hand reaching up to massage Alice’s shapely breasts. As the guys cheered them on lewdly, the girls continued for a minute or two, forgetting about the selfie and simply enjoying the sensations they were giving each other. Finally, they broke apart.

'Worth every penny,' the broad-shouldered one said, eyes locked on where Alice's hand disappeared under the table. Vanessa moaned softly into Alice's ear, grinding subtly into the probing fingers, her pussy aching from the attention. Alice whispered back, breath hot, 'See? This is just the start. Imagine what else we could do for the right price.' Her other hand trailed up Vanessa's arm, nails scraping lightly, before cupping her neck and pulling her in for a teasing brush of lips—almost a kiss, but lingering, promising more.

The champagne flowed, glasses refilling as the bass throbbed deeper, the air thick with arousal. The men watched, entranced, but Alice's focus stayed on Vanessa, fingers now rubbing slow, firm circles over her clit through the thin barrier, drawing out a quiet gasp. Vanessa's hand covered Alice's, guiding the rhythm, her body alive with the thrill of it all in this private den of temptation.

The door to the VIP lounge swung open, and Jake strolled back in. He had tidied himself up after his bathroom tryst with Alice. His clothes looked immaculate, his hair was tidy. To outside appearances, he looked perfectly innocent. But everyone in the lounge knew what he had been up to. His friends whooped and hollered, exchanging high fives with him as he dropped into the booth beside Alice, his hand brushing her knee in a subtle thanks. 'Looking good, man,' the broad-shouldered guy chuckled, pounding Jake's fist. Jake caught Alice's eye, a sly grin spreading across his face, and she returned it with a playful wink, her fingers lingering on Vanessa's arm from their earlier flirtatious touches, the shared thrill of her bathroom escapade adding a spark to the air.

Vanessa shifted in her seat, the champagne warming her veins, her body humming from Alice's attention. The broad-shouldered guy, his imagination running wild after the scene that had just played out leaned across the table. His eyes darted between the two women with clear hunger. He fished out his wallet, counted out his money, and placed a stack of bills on the middle. Vanessa leaned over the table languidly, ensuring that her cleavage showed to good effect, and gathered up the money. Shoulders spoke again. “So, what does two-fifty buy us?’

The girls looked at each other and giggled. Alice’s heart pounded, her attraction to Vanessa pulling her like a magnet—the way her friend's curves pressed against her in the booth, the soft scent of her perfume mixed with arousal. ‘Two-fifty, hmmm,’ she seemed to consider. ‘I think we could take things a touch further for two-fifty. What do you think, V?’

Vanessa's pulse quickened, the men's stares fueling her exhibitionist side, Alice's proximity sending tingles across her skin. She seemed to consider this, then nodded slowly as a small smile curved her lips. ‘A bit further, huh? Hmmm.’ The guys hollered their encouragement. Making a false show of her reluctance, Vanessa agreed. ‘I guess we could do something. Moneybags refilled their champagne flute, as his friends adjusted the seats of their pants, all of them now sporting uncomfortable bulges of varying sizes.

Alice moved first, sliding closer to Vanessa until their thighs pressed together, the heat seeping through their skirts. She cupped Vanessa's cheek, thumb tracing her jawline before tilting her head and capturing her mouth in a slow, exploratory kiss. Their lips met softly at first, a gentle brush that deepened as Alice parted hers, tongue slipping out to trace Vanessa's lower lip. Vanessa responded, opening up, her tongue meeting Alice's in a wet slide, tasting the champagne and the faint saltiness from her earlier activities. The kiss grew hungrier, mouths moving with increasing urgency, small sucks and nips punctuating the rhythm.

Vanessa's hands found Alice's waist, fingers splaying over the curve of her hips, pulling her nearer as their tongues tangled, exploring each other's warmth. Alice moaned softly into the kiss, one hand sliding up to thread through Vanessa's hair, tugging lightly to angle her head for better access, deepening the connection. Their breaths mingled, hot and ragged, as Alice's other hand roamed to Vanessa's shoulder, finding the strap of her dress and pushing it off her shoulder. She peeled it down, revealing the sexy black lace bra underneath, and showing a tantalizing view of her cleavage.

Vanessa's hands worked up Alice’s sides, sliding up to cup the undersides of her tits through the thin fabric of her dress, thumbs playing with the hardening nipples she could feel pushing against the material. Alice arched into her friend’s touch, her own hands mirroring the motion, palms pressing flat against Vanessa's breasts, kneading them firmly, feeling the weight and bounce as she squeezed.

The guys watched transfixed, cheering the two women on as they became absorbed in each other’s bodies. Vanessa was getting increasingly turned on, her wet pussy tingling in hope of direct stimulation. The music throbbed in the background, seeming to push them ever forward as they explored each other.

Emboldened by the attention, Alice swung her leg over Vanessa's, straddling her lap in one fluid motion. Vanessa's hands settled on Alice's thighs, gripping the smooth skin exposed by her short skirt, as Alice ground down, her pussy—hot and damp through her panties—rubbing against Vanessa's thigh. The friction sent sparks through Alice, her hips rolling in slow circles, pressing her clit against the firm muscle with each pass. Vanessa could feel the warmth and subtle wetness seeping through the layers, her own core aching in response, but she kept her touches above the waist, one hand sliding up Alice's back to pull her closer, the other fondling her breast more insistently, pinching the nipple through the cloth until Alice whimpered into her mouth.

Moneybags leaned over and tucked a $20 bill into Vanessa’s exposed bra. Seeing this, Alice pulled the bra cup down with her teeth, exposing the light brown skin of her breast, and the outside of her dark areola. The guys cheered. Alice’s head stayed low, and she planted little kisses on Vanessa’s exposed breast, trailing her tongue around the areola and pulling her now erect nipple gently into her mouth. Vanessa moaned, beginning to feel desperate for Alice to play with her pussy. But not yet.

They kissed again, fiercer this time, Alice's tongue thrusting deep as her body rocked on Vanessa's lap, the rub building a delicious pressure that made her thighs quiver. Vanessa's free hand tangled in Alice's blonde hair, holding her steady as their lips attached more firmly together, both of them forgetting their audience and becoming absorbed in the suddenly intense attraction their felt for each other.

The heat between them escalated, Alice's movements growing more urgent, her pussy throbbing with each slide along Vanessa's thigh. Vanessa bucked up slightly, meeting the rhythm, her hands roaming Alice's back and ass, squeezing the firm cheeks to guide her. But as the kisses turned sloppy and their fondling more desperate—nails scraping lightly over fabric, breaths hitching with need—Alice pulled back, her lips swollen and shiny. She slid off Vanessa's lap, straightening her skirt with a breathless laugh, her chest heaving.

Vanessa adjusted her top, once again concealing her breast within her bra and skin. Her cheeks were flushed, a slight sheen of sweat made her skin glow, and her eyes betrayed her intense sexual hunger as she caught her breath. The guys feigned disappointment, but Vanessa caught glimpses of them discreetly checking how much cash they had on them.

The applause from the guys died down into a charged silence, broken only by the thump of the bass vibrating through the VIP lounge's walls. Alice and Vanessa sat side by side, their bodies still buzzing from the heated display, lips tingling from the deep, probing kisses and hands that had roamed freely over curves and swells. Alice's thighs clenched at the memory of grinding her soaked pussy against Vanessa's firm leg, the friction teasing her clit without mercy, while Vanessa's fingers had kneaded her tits until her nipples strained hard against her top.

Moneybags, with his perpetual smirk, leaned forward, his eyes gleaming under the dim lights. He pulled a thick stack of bills from his inner jacket pocket, fanning them out like a poker hand—five crisp hundreds. 'Ladies, that was a bit of a tease. But I think I’m done watching. So here’s the real question. What does five hundred get me? I’m looking for a seat at the table, and some uh, hands-on participation.’ His voice dripped with intent, gaze flicking between Alice's heaving chest and Vanessa's flushed cheeks, leaving no doubt that he was hoping to fuck them both that night.

Alice arched an eyebrow, her blonde hair cascading over one shoulder as she crossed her legs, the motion sending a fresh wave of dampness through her panties. She reached out, trailing a manicured nail along the edge of the cash without taking it yet. ‘That’s a good question, big boy. But the devil,’ she smirked, ‘is in the details. Depending on what you’re asking, we’ll see if it matches the price.' Her tone was playful but her eyes were firm.

Vanessa felt her phone vibrate in her purse, but she ignored it for a moment, her skin still prickling from Alice's earlier squeezes on her breasts and the way their tongues had slid together in wet, urgent strokes. The broad-shouldered guy and Jake exchanged glances, but they let Moneybags lead — after all, he was paying. Vanessa slipped her phone out discreetly, thumbs flying over the screen to text Alan: ‘Hey babe, in VIP with Alice and some rich guys. They just gave us $250 to make out, and now they’re asking what they get for $500. Alice is negotiating. Miss you.’

Alan's reply buzzed back almost instantly: ‘Sounds like a wild night. Have fun, babe—push your limits, enjoy every second. If you make some cash off it, even better. Just one rule: anything sexual goes down, get it filmed for me. Want every detail to replay later. Love you.’

A thrill shot through Vanessa, her core clenching at his words. She had a hall pass to do whatever she felt like tonight. Well if that was the case… She tucked the phone away, a secretive smile playing on her lips as she leaned toward Alice. 'Whatever you decide, I'm game. Let's see what he's got in mind.'

'Alright, ladies, let's cut to the chase. Five hundred bucks gets me a lap dance from both of you—right here, right now.' His voice was gravelly, laced with hunger, his gaze lingering on the way Alice's tits strained against her low-cut dress and Vanessa's skirt rode up her thighs.

Alice let out a light laugh, shifting closer to Vanessa so their shoulders brushed, her hand lingering on the other woman's arm in a possessive stroke. 'Oh, honey, you think we're that cheap? That's five hundred each. We're not handing out free rides.' She tilted her head, blonde waves tumbling, her lips curving into a sly smile that promised sin but demanded payment upfront.

Moneybags chuckled, unfazed, peeling off another stack from his roll—ten hundreds now, fanned out like a trophy. 'Fine, five hundred apiece. But it’s full nude,and I don't have to keep my hands to myself. Deal?'

Alice exchanged a quick glance with Vanessa, her eyes sparkling with mischief and a flicker of excitement. She bit her lower lip, considering, then nodded. 'Okay, big boy. Five hundred each, and you get five minutes of our bodies. But no penetration—hands and mouths only if we say so. Agreed?’ He didn’t say anything, just slid the bills across the table.

Vanessa's pulse raced, her pussy throbbing at the prospect, Alan's text burning in her mind. She snatched her phone again and thumbed out a quick message to Alan: ‘Deal sealed—$500 each for a naked lap dance…5 mins, he can touch, no fucking. I’ll send you a video. Wish you were here’.

Alan's response pinged back: ‘Amazing, can’t wait. Make it worth his money, but don’t give it all away. What do you think he’d pay for a fuck?’

‘I’ll let you know when I find out,’ she replied, and put away her phone.

So they were agreed. She had whored herself out for the cameras — now she might do it got a man. After all, what difference did it really make? Either way she was earning money with her body. And this was fun. The only question was, what role would Alice play here? Alice had always been the wilder of the two, but Vanessa was pretty sure that this was new territory for her as well.

Alice stood first, hips swaying as she tugged Vanessa up with her, their bodies brushing in the dim light. They walked over to an empty booth, and Alice beckoned Moneybags over.

'Jake, here,' Vanessa said, handing him her phone. 'Record this for me. Get all the angles—close on the action.' Jake grinned, taking the device and tapping record, the screen lighting up as he positioned it for a wide shot before circling closer.

Alice peeled off her top first, her big, shapely tits spilling free— her heavy, round implants looked nearly natural, and her dark pink nipples jutted out. She shimmied out of her skirt and thong in one fluid motion, kicking them aside, her shaved pussy glistening under the lounge lights, lips puffy and slick. Vanessa followed, stripping down to her matching lacy panties and bra. As the guys cheered, she removed her bra, her luscious DD breasts flattening slightly against her chest. When she bent down to remove her panties, her tits hung down, making all the men imagine how they would sway when she was taken from behind. As she stood up again, she revealed a perfectly smooth dark pussy with puffy lips. Although she could feel that she was soaking wet, there was no visible moisture.

Moneybags took his seat. With a broad, cocky grin, he unzipped his pants to reveal a well manicured, thick, curved cock. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, as he gave it a quick tug. He slid his pants down.

‘OK girls, let’s go.’ Alice moved first, swinging a leg over to straddle his lap. Her bare ass cheeks spread as she lowered herself onto him. She gripped his shoulders and pulled herself up, her tits pushing against his chest. She nibbled his ear as she unbuttoned his shirt, grinding her wet pussy along the length of his shaft. The friction made her moan, clit dragging over his rigid flesh, juices smearing his skin while his hands clamped onto her hips, pulling her down harder. 'Fuck, you're soaked,' he growled, but she silenced him by biting his lower lip, then pulled his head down into her cleavage. The other guys erupted in cheers, whooping and clapping from the sidelines, their voices a rowdy chorus egging her on. As he motorboated her tits, she resumed grinding her pussy on his cock, resisting her strong urge to stick his cock into her pussy and fuck his brains out.

Vanessa watched for a moment, her own hand dipping between her thighs to circle her clit once, building her own heat as the cheers swelled. She climbed onto the booth beside them, pressing her body against Moneybags's side, her tits rubbing his arm while she kissed along his neck, tongue flicking his earlobe. He pulled her in close, blindly fondling her breast as he moved his hips in an attempt to build friction with Alice’s pussy. Alice responded in kind, rotating her hips in a circular motion that seemed a preview of how she might fuck him.

Alice leaned forward, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss, tongues sliding wetly as she kept rubbing her slit up and down his length, coating him in her slickness. The timer ticked—two minutes in—and the cheers grew louder, the guys leaning closer, their phones out capturing every angle.

Vanessa took her turn next, easing Alice gently aside. Alice dismounted with a pout, her pussy lips shiny and bright pink, her wetness unmistakable. Vanessa took her place, straddling him fully. She raised herself up, and ground her smooth pussy on his exposed abs, giving his face easy access to her spectacular tits. His hands pushed her tits together, and he rubbed them on his face. He licked at her nipples, and thrust his hips forward, trying to bring his cock into contact with her pussy. She lowered herself slowly, her pussy lips parting as she made her way down. As they came to rest on the slick head of his cock, he thrust forward again. Vanessa moved to avoid letting him in, instead allowing his throbbing shaft to glide between her wet lips, its head nudging her clit as she slid down his length. He moved one of his hands from cupping her tits to squeezing one of her ass cheeks. Holding her firmly, he pushed her ass back and forth, in sync with his own thrusts. Vanessa moaned, as she got into it. The cheering men faded into the background, as all her attention focused on the erotic sensations of grinding her body against this complete stranger.

She felt Alice’s tits against her back, and felt her warm hand reach around her waste. Her fingers found Vanessa’s pussy and pulled back the hood of her clit. As Vanessa rocked back and forth on the cock below her, Alice gently rubbed her clit in little circles. With her other hand, he was fondling Moneybags’s balls, her ass thrust invitingly back to give her audience a tantalizing view of her dripping snatch.

Vanessa rocked faster, her folds hugging his cock without letting him enter. Her juices dripped down his length to moisten his balls in Alice’s hand. Alice released his balls and sat up to plant kisses along her friend’s breasts, then leaned in once again to kiss her paying customer.

Three minutes. Vanessa could feel the beginning of an orgasm building in her. Her own hand reached down to her pussy. Her fingers brushed against his slick cock. Reaching further down, she wrapped her fingers around his thick cock, and slowly jerked up and down along his length a few times, causing him to moan unwillingly. Grasping his cock firmly and pointing it toward herself, she rubbed its head against her clit. He jerked his hips, trying to get inside her, but didn’t succeed. Vanessa slid down him to squat on the floor. His cock now at her eye level, she thrust her ass out toward her audience, and enveloped his shaft in her cleavage. Her tits moist with sweat, and his cock covered in both girls’ juices, he encountered no resistance as he began to thrust slowly up and down. She squeezed her big tits tightly together, and watched as the purple head of his cock peaked out each time he thrust forward. Momentarily forgetting where she was, she bent her head forward, opening her mouth with her tongue out, directly in the path of his cock. Immediately, she felt him strain up, and suddenly her mouth was filled with the musky, salty taste of his cock mixed with her and Alice’s juices. She swirled her tongue over his head a few times, before lifting herself back up, planting a kiss of his forehead, then turning around to embrace Alice. Alice’s body molded to hers, and the two kissed passionately for a few seconds.

Then Alice broke away and reclaimed her spot on his lap. She pushed Vanessa playfully aside, and mounted him once again. He was breathing heavily, his eyes dilated. Four minutes. Clearly dying to finish the blowjob Vanessa had started, or else to fuck one or both of these vixens, he seemed to have lost control. His hands moved over her body, trying to feel every part of her all at once. He wanted to play with her tits, but more importantly, he wanted her pussy. She obliged him, settling her pussy lips once again on his cock, and rocked back and forth on him. Inspired by Vanessa’s titty-fuck blowjob, and giving into her own irresistible horniness, she reached down and pushed the head of his cock inside herself. She gasped, he moaned, and the began thrusting to get him as deep as possible. The timer buzzed — five minutes were up. Alice continued grinding her hips on him. She had gotten herself so worked up, it wouldn’t take much more to make her cum. He could hardly believe his luck as she worked her pussy up and down his cock. As she built up speed, her moans became louder and more unrestrained, until her body went rigid, and her pussy clamped around his cock. He continue thrusting, feeling close to his own release. But it was not to be. As she came down from her orgasm, she pushed against his chest and stood up. As his cock withdrew from her, it bounced against his stomach with an audible smack. He reached for her, hunger in his eyes, hoping to finish what he had started. But she was out of reach. Alice was panting, Moneybags looked dazed, Vanessa couldn’t believe what her friend had just down. And the other three men in the room were cheering and jeering their friend.

Alice leaned over and kissed him. As she withdrew she whispered something in his ear, then bent over to pick up her clothes and begin dressing again, to shouts of disappointment from their audience.

Vanessa followed suit. She recovered her phone from Jake, and immediately sent the video to Alan.

Moneybags leaned forward, his voice low and pleading, eyes wide with need as he fixed on Alice. ‘You can’t do this to me. Come back, I’m so close!’ But Alice, snuggling close with Vanessa, shook her head. ‘OK - another five hundred—right here.' He pulled the bills from his wallet, holding them out like an offering, his free hand adjusting his crotch where his cock throbbed insistently. ‘Just finish what you started!’

Alice shook her head, a soft laugh escaping as she crossed her legs, feeling her own arousal but holding firm. 'Sorry, handsome. Didn’t we agree that five hundred was for a dance but no penetration? A deal’s a deal.’ She knew exactly what she was doing. Desperate to nut, he would probably agree to anything, and he seemed to have plenty of money to spend.

Vanessa watched him squirm, her own horniness still unsatisfied after feeling his cock on her pussy. She stepped closer, voice smooth and inviting. ‘Poor thing,’ she said. ‘I can take care of you if you want. But my price is twenty-five hundred.’ Her eyes dropped to his crotch and she licked her lips seductively

‘Yes—ok, yeah that’ll work. Deal.' He pulled out his money clip, and that’s when reality hit. He was down to $600. ‘Uh, ok I’ll pay you tomorrow, I’m kind of tapped out.’ His frustration was unbearable. He needed this, and he was so close.

Alice straightened, her tone businesslike but kind. ‘Nah, that’s not going to work. Cash up front, or no deal.’

Moneybags turned to Jake. 'Jake, buddy—take my card. Here's the PIN.' He slid the ATM card across the table, scribbling the numbers on a coaster. 'Hit the machine outside, grab as much as you can.' Jake, who had just fucked Alice free of charge, took the card and coaster without hesitation, flashing a grin at Alice before heading out, the door clicking shut behind him.

Time seemed to slow. Moneybags kept rubbing his cock, keeping addressing his member’s desperate need for stimulation. While they waited, Alice drank another glass of champagne, as one of the guys tried to chat her up. At this point, though, it was clear: these girls were here for business, and they weren’t going to give away anything for free.

Finally, Jake returned, slightly winded, a stack of bills in hand. 'Twelve hundred—that's the max it let me pull in one go.' He passed it to Moneybags, who counted it quickly. He dug in his pocket for the $600 he had kept in reserve. $1,800 — so close, but not close enough. He looked around at his friends. 'Guys, help me out? I need another $700. I'll pay you back double tomorrow, I swear.’ One by one, they filed out of the room. They were looking forward to a continuation of the show. And they were hopeful that they, too, might get to have some fun.

With only Alice, Vanessa and Moneybags in the room now, the girls descended on him. Alice took the $1,800 out of his hands and put the bills in her purse. ‘Down payment,’ she said. And with that she knelt before him, pulled his cock free, and slowly stroked him. He groaned. Vanessa joined her at his feet. While Alice pulled up and down his shaft, Vanessa leant forward, and took his head in her mouth. Without warning, he tensed up and began shooting his load into Vanessa’s mouth. Alice rubbed his balls and jerked him off at a frantic pace, as he grunted loudly and tried to shove his cock down Vanessa’s throat. He must have been pretty worked up, judging by the amount he came. Vanessa had to swallow twice before he was done. When she released him from her lips, his softening cock was still twitching, and a few drops of cum leaked down his shaft.

‘Well, I guess my work is done here,’ Vanessa said, straightening up. She grabbed her champagne flute and downed its contents, swilling it around her mouth to dilute the pungent taste of his cum.

As she did, the guys began filing back into the room. Jake handed him a stack of bills. ‘That’s a thousand,’ he said.

The guy with the broad shoulder handed him another thousand, and the third gave him $1,400.

‘Wait,’ Moneybags said. ‘OK, wait. Give me like 10 minutes. You can keep what I just gave you, and there’s another twenty five hundred. I’ve gotta have that pussy,’ he said. His voice was assertive, but his words were anything but.

‘I counted thirty four hundred,’ Alice said. ‘What gives?’

The third guy, who had been the quietest until now, spoke up. ‘What can I get for $900?’

There was a brief, whispered exchange between Alice and Vanessa. Alice sauntered over to him and sat on his lap. ‘What do you want?’ She asked, her hand reaching down to massage his crotch. She could tell he was not as well endowed as Moneybags, but at this point, her mind was on the money.

He looked like a deer caught in headlights. ‘Uh? I… could I… I mean, uh…’

Alice giggled. ‘You’re sweet. You know what? I’ll make a special deal for you,’ she said, as she pulled the bills out of his hand. She leaned in close to his ear. ‘Do you eat pussy?’ she asked, and he nodded nervously. ‘OK, so here’s what you get for $900. You make me cum real nice, and I’ll let you fuck me however you like.’ He turned red, and nodded his agreement. ‘What’s your name, anyway?’

‘Brock,’ he stammered.

‘OK, Brock, you’re going to have to stand up, you’re sitting in my seat.’

Bashfully, he complied. Alice stripped naked once again, and sat down. Brock dropped to his knees and slid his hands up her smooth legs. Her pussy lips glistened, pink and swollen from the night's friction, a trail of arousal already slicking her inner thighs. She had already had two cocks in her tonight, and soon, his would be the third. He inhaled her scent—musky and sweet—before diving in. He started at her inner thighs, licking up all the moisture that had gathered there. Slowly, he worked his way closer to her pussy, as her breathing became shallower. When he flattened his tongue against her folds in a long, slow lick from her entrance up to her clit, Alice gasped. Her fingers threaded into his short hair to pull him closer. 'Fuck, yes... right there.'

He sucked her clit into his mouth and ran his tongue slowly over it, eliciting a moan from Alice as she arched her back. Then he withdrew, licking up and down her lips, making his way slowly down to her asshole. Her body grew stiff, as he probed her gently, then moved up to thrust his tongue into her channel. Her pussy felt hot to the touch, and his mouth filled with her exquisite juices. She moaned as he worked his tongue inside her with surprising agility, before withdrawing and working back up to her clit. She was ready now, he could feel it. His lips sealed around her nub, sucking gently at first, then harder, running his tongue over her clit from every angle. Alice’s hands pulled his head into her as her hips bucked, grinding her pussy against his mouth. She was moaning continuously now, her breaths coming in sharp pants. ‘Yes! Right there, that’s good!’ Brock obliged, one hand gripping her thigh to hold her open while his other went to his rock hard cock.

Vanessa watched from beside Moneybags. With her hand on his cock, she could feel life slowly returning to it, as he enjoyed the show Alice was putting on. Alice's moans grew louder, body arching as tension coiled tight in her belly. The buildup hit its peak—Alice's thighs quivered, clamping around Brock's head as her orgasm crashed over her. 'Oh shit—I'm cumming!' She cried out, hips jerking erratically, flooding his mouth with her release. He didn't stop, tongue lashing her clit through the spasms, drawing out every wave until she slumped back, panting, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. Brock pulled away slowly, lips and chin shiny with her cum. As he wiped his face with the back of his hand, she pulled him in for a deep, lustful kiss. ‘That,’ she said, ‘was wonderful. I’m going to take good care of you now.’

Alice shoved Brock back into his seat. Her hands went to his belt, deftly opening it and pulling his pants and boxers down to expose his cock, which was rigid and leaking. She straddled him reverse, her ass facing his chest, and gripped his shaft, rubbing the head along her dripping slit before sinking down. Her soaking pussy engulfed him easily. 'God, that feels good.' She started bouncing, her ass cheeks slapping against his thighs, her hands braced on his knees for leverage. Brock groaned, hands roaming her bare back and hips, thrusting up to meet her as she came down.

Bouncing up and down on him, Alice rode him hard, her pussy clenching and releasing, her juices dripping down to coat his balls. 'Fuck, yes—deeper,' she moaned, grinding her hips to take him fully. The guys cheered, while Vanessa circled them, filming on her phone, capturing the way Alice's pussy lips gripped his cock on each upstroke.

After some time, Alice slowed, lifting off Brock with a quiet squelch. 'Come here,'said Alice, as she got on all fours. He knelt behind her, aligning his slick cock and thrusting into her with one smooth push. Alice arched her back, pushing back against him. ‘Yes, that’s it, that’s it! Harder!' Brock gripped her hips, slamming into her, his balls smacking her clit with each thrust. She reached between her legs, rubbing her swollen nub, moaning as she reached further back to rub his balls as he fucked her.

Sweat beaded on their skin, the room filling with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and Alice's cries. 'Shit, your cock's hitting so deep—don't stop.' Brock's pace quickened, one hand sliding up to squeeze her swinging tits, pinching her nipples. Vanessa zoomed in, her phone capturing the image of his shaft pistoning in and out.

Brock pulled out, his breathing ragged. 'Turn around—I wanna see your face.' Alice rolled over eagerly, spreading her legs wide, her wet pussy gaping slightly. He positioned himself between her thighs, hooking her legs over his shoulders before driving back in, folding her nearly in half. 'Fuck, you're hot,' he grunted, pounding down into her with short, powerful strokes. Alice's tits bounced wildly, her hands clawing his arms, nails digging in. 'Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, Brock! Fuck me, fuck me, oh, fuuuuck!' She clenched around him, the angle letting his cock stimulate her G-spot, building her toward another release.

The other men cheered them on. Moneybags was stroking himself openly now, eyes fixed on Alice's writhing body. Time seemed to stretch as Brock continued to drive into her, sweat dripping from his brow onto her chest. Alice's moans grew louder as she writhed in ecstasy. When Brock withdrew, Alice climbed onto his lap, now facing him. She straddled him, guiding his throbbing cock back into her soaked pussy, sinking down until her ass rested on his balls. Her tits pressed right into his face, a nipple on his lips. As Brock sucked her tits, she started rolling her hips, then bouncing up and down. His hands cupped her ass, helping lift her up and drop her back down as his cock thrust upward into her depths.

As she worked her pussy up and down, back and forth, and from side to side, Alice could feel yet another orgasm building. ‘Oh, baby, I’m gonna cum!’ Brock took this as encouragement, driving into her with all his remaining strength. ‘Fill me up, baby, cum for me, cum in my slutty pussy,’ she squealed, as her climax washed over her. ‘Oh, oh, oh yesss, I’m cumming!’ It was all he needed to push him over the edge. With a muffled roar against her breast, he exploded—his rigid cock shooting pulse after pulse of hot cum deep inside her. Alice continued to grind into him, determined to give him an experience he wouldn’t soon forget.

Finally, she slowed down. They were both panting. In the aftermath of his orgasm, his cock continued twitching inside her, even as cum began to leak out around the base. Alice kissed his forehead. He looked up into her eyes, held her close, and kissed her as though she were the love of his life. Still joined but exhausted, they both slumped together, as the three other men cheered lewdly.

Like Vanessa in her porn, Alice had taken three men’s cocks today. And like Vanessa, she had been well compensated for her efforts. She would head home tonight more than $1,500 richer — and obviously, earning that money was much more fun than her day job.

As the excitement of watching Brock and Alice died down, the room’s attention turned back to Vanessa. Moneybags had stripped his clothes off, revealing a well toned body. Having recovered after cumming in Vanessa’s mouth earlier, he was once again rock hard. Vanessa stood close in front of him, one hand slowly stroking his cock back and forth, while they spoke quietly. Moneybags reached for the stack of bills on the table, and passed it over to her. She put it away without counting it, and then led him over to the couch where Brock and Alice had just made love.

She pushed him down onto the couch beside Brock, who watched with lazy interest. Between the booze, the post-nut clarity, and the gorgeous blonde he was still holding in his arms, the horny energy he had been feeling earlier had been replaced by a feeling of satisfied languor. Vanessa removed her dress, letting it slide off her shoulders and pool at her feet. She removed her underwear revealing every inch of her perfect body, from her big natural breasts to her perfect ass, to her smooth brown pussy. To the cheers of the two other men, she stepped out of the heap of fabric, kicking her heels aside, and stood over Moneybags.

He was paying her $2,500, she knew, not because he needed to pay for sex — he wanted to live out the fantasy of fucking a pornstar. And she intended to give him his money’s worth. She would give him the best fuck of his life, she would stroke his ego by telling him what an excellent lover he was. And of course, she knew that Alan would be watching, and she had to put on a good show for him too. From the corner of her eye, she could see Alice already had her phone out — so that part was taken care of.

She dropped to her knees in front of him, thrusting her ass out so her audience had a clear view of her puffy brown pussy lips which revealed a hint of the bright pink of her channel. Grabbing hold of his cock, she ducked her head down and licked up from his balls to his tip, never breaking eye contact with him. As she reached his head, she took it in her mouth while she jacked his shaft. Taking it out of her mouth, she told him, in a breathy voice ‘God, it’s just so BIG! I don’t know if I can take this all the way,’ before resuming her expert blowjob.

‘Let me taste that pussy,’ he commanded. Without releasing his cock, she climbed up to give him access to her pussy. From the pent up sexual energy of the night, she was soaking wet. As she continued sucking his cock, she felt him get into position. He inhaled her scent deeply, and let out a low groan. As he attached his mouth to her pussy, his nose tickled her asshole as he began exploring her depths with his tongue. She squeezed his cock harder and moaned loudly as he licked her.

‘Oh, baby, that feels so good! Oh, that’s the spot, make my pussy cum in your mouth!’ With that encouragement, he moved his hands into position, with one thumb lifting the hood from her clit, with the other hand inserting two fingers into her pussy. ‘Oh, yes, oooh, that feels so good baby!’ She continued to moan encouragement while she worked his cock with her mouth.

In reality, his oral skills were average at best, but what did that matter? She was genuinely horny, and he was a paying customer. It didn’t hurt to boost his ego a bit. But there was no way she would cum this way, she needed his cock in her pussy… so it was time to move the action along. ‘Oh, yes, oh, baby, I’m going to cum! Oh yes, right there, oh that’s so good! Oh! Oh! I’m cumming!’ she moaned, as she ground her pussy into his face. From the cheers she heard in the background, she assumed her performance had been convincing.

‘Give me that big cock now,’ she said, still jerking him off. ‘I have to feel that big dick inside my tight little pussy.’ He was only too happy to oblige her, as she repositioned herself to ride him. She gripped his base with one hand, guiding the swollen head to her entrance, rubbing it along her slick folds to tease them both. With a deep breath, she sank down slowly, inch by inch. ‘Oh my god, it’s so big, I don’t think I can take this all the way!’ she lied again. Lifting herself up a little, she sat down again, repeating this move until she bottomed out, her ass resting against his thighs. 'Oh fuck, you're so huge,' she moaned, her voice husky and breathless, eyes fluttering shut as she adjusted to the fullness. 'No one's ever filled me like this—your cock feels amazing!’

She started moving, lifting her hips and dropping back down in a steady rhythm, her breasts bouncing with each descent. Moneybags groaned, his hands sliding up her thighs to grip her hips, but he let her set the pace, his cock throbbing inside her without pushing for release. Vanessa leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, rolling her hips in circles to grind her clit against his base. Leaning forward, her big breasts hung toward him, swaying with her movements. ’God, yes—right there, you feel incredible,' she gasped, her moans growing louder. ‘God I’m so full right now, keep on fucking me!’

Her pace quickened, thighs flexing as she rode him harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the air. Juices coated his shaft, dripping down to his balls with every lift and plunge. She threw her head back, long hair cascading over her shoulders, and let out a string of moans—'Mmm, fuck, oh yes, you're amazing'—her pussy clenching around him rhythmically. Moneybags thrust up gently to meet her, but held back, savoring the tight heat enveloping him, his face contorted in restrained pleasure.

Vanessa's breaths came in pants now, her body glistening with sweat as she chased the building tension. She may have been laying it on thick, but she really was enjoying his cock. ’Oh god, yes, right there! Oh you’re so much better than my husband,’ she cried, nails digging into his skin. She bounced faster, her ass cheeks rippling, the friction sending sparks through her core. ‘Oh, it’s so deep!’ Her moans turned into whimpers, high and needy, as waves of pleasure coiled tighter, but she kept riding, drawing out the sensation, her words spilling out between gasps. ‘Oh, baby, I could ride you forever.'

His hands roamed to her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and running his fingers over her nipples. ‘Oh yes, suck on my titties,’ she wailed, her hips slamming down harder as she came. Her walls fluttered around him, every descent pulling a fresh moan from her lips. He stayed rock-hard inside her, pulsing but not spilling, letting her use him for her pleasure as she ground and bounced.

He sat up to take her tits in his mouth as his hands clamped around her hips to move her body. As he moved her, her tits bounced wildly in his face. Having just cum, her pussy relaxed around him slightly, slick sounds echoing as she continued to ride him, grinding her clit against his base on every downstroke. Alice’s phone’s camera captured it all: her pussy lips dragging along his shaft, her thick juices making his cock glisten as they accumulated in a ring on his ballsack. He buried his face in her cleavage, licking her tits alternately, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Vanessa arched her back, grinding down harder, her clit rubbing his pubic bone with each circle. ‘Yes, suck on my titties, just like that!’

‘I want to feel you take me from behind,' she urged, glancing over her shoulder with a sultry smile, her voice thick with need. 'I need to feel your big cock as deep as it can go.’

She stood and bent over in front of him. He knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he aligned his throbbing cock with her entrance. He pushed forward in one smooth motion, watching as his cock buried itself to the hilt in the dark folds of her wet pussy. Vanessa let out a sharp, loud moan—'Oh god, yes!'—her body rocking forward from the force. He started thrusting steadily, pulling out almost to the tip before driving back in, his pace building as her ass cheeks jiggled with each impact. As he pounded into her, one of his hands slid up her back, then down to where their bodies met. His thumb found her puckered asshole. It was already well lubricated with her pussy juices, and he circled it gently, rubbing the sensitive ring without pressing inside, just teasing the rim with light pressure. The sensation made Vanessa gasp, her moans escalating into cries that filled the lounge. 'Fuck, that's so good,' she wailed, pushing back against him to meet every thrust.

His hips snapped forward harder, the slap of his pelvis against her ass echoing rhythmically, his thumb continuing its firm circles around her asshole, heightening her pleasure. Vanessa's arms trembled, her face pressing into the cushions as she moaned loudly with each plunge—'Ahh! Yes, deeper! Your dick's so big! Fuck me!’ Juices leaked down her thighs and onto his groin as their bodies continue to smack into each other. She reached back with one hand, spreading her cheeks wider for him.

He groaned, his free hand squeezing her hip and pulling her into himself. Vanessa's moans grew wilder, raw and unrestrained—'Mmmph! Oh fuck, yes just like that!’ He leaned forward, placing both hands on her big swinging tits, anchoring his elbows on her his as he now took control of her. ‘Oh GOD yes just like that, fuck me baby!’

Vanessa's body tensed, her back arching sharply as the pressure built to its peak, her pussy gripping his shaft like a vice with every powerful thrust. 'Oh fuck, I'm cumming!' she cried out. Moneybags responded instantly, his hands clamping down on her tits as he rammed into her even harder, his pelvis slamming against her ass with remarkable force, driving his cock ever deeper her.

'Yes, fuck me, fuck me oh that feels so good!’ she gasped between moans as she collapsed forward onto her elbows, ass still held high. He kept thrusting. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling, but she pushed back greedily, milking his cock for every drop of pleasure it could give her.

As the aftershocks faded, Vanessa lifted her head, her eyes glazed with lust as she glanced back at him. 'I need to taste myself on your cock,' she panted, her voice husky with desire, pulling away from him with a slick slide, his shaft emerging glistening with her cum. She spun around on the couch, dropping to her knees between his legs, her hands immediately wrapping around his slick, throbbing dick. She stroked it once, feeling the veins pulse under her fingers, then leaned in and engulfed the head with her mouth, lapping up the salty mix of their fluids.

He groaned, his head falling back against the cushions as she worked him over, her lips sliding down his length, as one hand fondled his balls and the other squeezed tight around his shaft. She bobbed her head steadily, tongue pressing flat against the underside, swirling around the tip on each upstroke. 'Mmm, you taste so good covered in my pussy,' she murmured as she paused for breath

She quickened her pace, sensing the way his thighs tensed and his breaths grew ragged, the telltale twitch in his cock signaling he was edging toward the brink. Vanessa pulled back just enough to speak, her lips brushing the head. ‘You can’t cum yet baby, I need more of this cock in my pussy.’ Nevertheless, she dove back in pumping his cock with her hand while her mouth focused on the sensitive crown. His hands tangled in her hair, not guiding but holding on as he fought to hold back, his hips jerking involuntarily under her expert attention. She kept going until she felt him swell even more. She eased off just before he tipped over, leaving him panting and rock-hard, denied release once again.

'I want you back inside me,' she breathed, climbing onto his lap, her soaked pussy hovering over his rigid shaft. She lowered herself slowly, guiding the thick head to her entrance, then sank down with a long moan, enveloping him inch by inch until she was fully seated, his cock buried to the hilt inside her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest, as she started to grind. Her hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles, her clit rubbing against his pubic bone with each motion, sending sparks of pleasure through her core. 'God, your cock fills me so perfectly,' she whispered hotly into his ear. ‘Oh you fuck me so much better than my husband,’ she continued, her breath ragged. ‘Never stop fucking me baby, never stop!’ She ground harder, lifting slightly to slide up and down his length before circling again. Locked together, their sweaty bodies glistened in the dim lounge light, as the air filled with the sound and smell of their sex.

Moneybags' hands gripped her ass, fingers digging into the firm flesh as he let her set the pace, his cock throbbing inside her with every grind. Vanessa's moans grew louder, her head falling back as she increased the pressure, her inner muscles squeezing him rhythmically. 'Fuck, you feel so good baby,' she praised, nipping at his shoulder before capturing his lips in a deep kiss, tongues tangling as she continued her sensual assault.

Suddenly, he tightened his hold on her, his muscles flexing as he stood up from the couch, lifting her with him. Vanessa gasped in surprise, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, ankles locking behind his ass to keep his cock sheathed deep inside her. With both arms under her thighs and his hands on her ass, he began to thrust upward, fucking her while standing. Each powerful drive lifted her slightly before gravity pulled her back down onto his manhood, the impact jolting through her body and making her tits bounce against him.

'Yes, just like that—fuck my pussy!' she cried out, her arms still around his neck, clinging tight as he rammed into her relentlessly. His hips snapped forward with increasing force, his cock slamming into her depths, hitting spots that made her vision blur with ecstasy.

His breaths came in harsh grunts, his face buried in her neck as he drove harder, the veins in his arms standing out from the effort. He was close, so fucking close—his cock swelling inside her, balls tightening as she squeezed her pussy with all her might.

Vanessa's body trembled in his arms, as he began to pound her with all his might. The standing position had her pinned against him, her legs locked tight, every upward thrust driving him deeper into her. She could feel him teetering on the brink, his grunts turning desperate, his grip bruising her hips. 'Cum for me,' she urged, her voice a husky command laced with need, lips brushing his ear. 'Cum in my married pussy.'

Her words shattered his control. Moneybags surged forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and exploded inside her. She felt his cock pulse as he shot his load inside her. Vanessa moaned loudly, her nails digging into his shoulders as she worked her pussy back and forth to maximize his pleasure.

He held her there, suspended and impaled, his chest heaving against hers while his cock continued to pulse, emptying every last drop into her overflowing pussy. As he came down from his mind-shattering orgasm, he lowered them both back onto the couch, never breaking their connection. Vanessa stayed wrapped around him, her arms around his neck, legs still hooked at his waist as he sat with her in his lap. His softening shaft remained sheathed inside her, and she breathed hotly in his ear. ‘That… that was… that was amazing,’ she told him. ‘I’ve never been fucked like that!’

She didn't stop moving, grinding her hips in lazy circles, savoring the fullness even as he began to slip. ‘I’m so full of your cum,’ she murmured, kissing his jawline, her pussy squeezing gently to draw out his aftershocks. Her movements grew slower as she felt him begin to deflate, until his cock finally slid free. Now empty her pussy gaped slightly, then began to contract. As her hole closed, his cum began to leak out of her, onto his leg.. Vanessa leaned back slightly, her breasts heaving with each breath, a satisfied smile curving her lips as she looked down at the mess they'd made, his spent dick glistening between them.

As the others in the room cheered them on, they remained locked in their embrace for some time.

*** What a night they had had. Vanessa and Alice were dressed again, their hair slightly mussed despite their best efforts. Alice had filmed the whole thing, and shared the video with Vanessa, who immediately sent it on to Alan.

‘Don’t watch this yet,’ she wrote him. ‘I’ll be home in a half hour. We’ll watch it together while you reclaim my pussy.’

There was a pause. ‘OK.’ Another pause. ‘You fucked them?’

‘Just one of them. I’ll tell you about it when I get home.’

Vanessa ordered an Uber. As she collected her things, Moneybags approached her again. ‘That was fucking hot,’ he said. ‘I want to do this again.’ She raised her eyebrow and smiled at him. ‘I mean, obviously not for free.’ Her smile widened. ‘Would you girls be open to entertaining me and some friends at my house next weekend?’ He asked.

She paused, considering. She looked to Alice, who gave her a slight nod. ‘We’ll have to work out some details, but I think we can work something out.’

‘Amazing. Here’s my number. Call me tomorrow, and we’ll figure it out.’

The girls walked out to the street. As she was closing the door to her Uber, Alice caught it. Vanessa gave her a quizzical look, as she stepped into the car and took a seat next to her. ‘I don’t think Alan will mind,’ Alice said. ‘And I think it’s about time you shared Mr. Perfect with your best friend, don’t you think?’ What. A. Night.

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