Chapter 14
Larry arrived right on time, looking better than he had the first time I saw him. He wore a white T-shirt, which contrasted vividly with his tanned skin. His muscular arms and shoulders rippled under the cotton fabric of the shirt and his jeans hugged his ass like a second skin. Knowing he was watching me would be fun, but I would much rather spend the afternoon in bed with him.
Maybe someday he would get over being gun shy and I could lure this handsome hunk into my bed. Until then, I would have to make sure he enjoyed himself alone.. .with some outside help.
I positioned Larry in front of the two-way mirror and explained that I had a woman coming in for a massage in about fifteen minutes. Then I pressed the button that turned the intercom on. "You won't be disturbed here," I told him. "Do whatever you like."
Silently, I pointed out the box of tissues on the table beside his chair. Alongside the tissues was some warmed oil and what the catalog called "The Pocket Pussy."
"Have you ever seen one of these?" I asked when I showed him the strange-looking device. He admitted that he had not.
"Its use is pretty straightforward," I said, showing him the opening that looked for all the world like the swollen lips of a cunt.
He was still examining it when I left him alone.
Katrina arrived promptly at two, entering by the back door, as she always did. I had the room prepared exactly as she liked, except that it was lit by dim lights instead of flickering candles so that Larry could see everything.
Proud of her body, she removed her clothes while I watched quietly. Then she swayed toward the table and lay down on her stomach. I think both of us really knew what was going to happen, we were just waiting for nature to take its course.
"How's the business going?" she asked when I went to work on her shoulders and upper back.
"Very well. I've had to hire someone to help out, because Pam and I can't keep up with it all," I told her.
"I'll bet you've tried out all the toys," she said quietly.
"As a matter-of-fact, I've experimented with a few." My hands trembled as the warmth of her flesh traveled up my arms to my tingling nipples.
"Dildos?" Hearing this sophisticated, well-bred woman say the word made me shiver.
"Yes."
"They don't need batteries, do they?" she persisted. "No."
"I'd like to buy one. What do you recommend."
"That depends on how you're going to use it," I explained. "If you have a female partner, you might want a double-headed dildo or a strap-on. If you don't, I have one with a suction cup.. . "
Katrina turned over easily, caught my hands and placed them on her breasts. "Tell me about a strap-on dildo."
I swallowed hard and kneaded the firm globes. Her nipples burned hot holes in my palms, exciting me even further. "It's just like a dildo, only it has straps that you buckle into place. You wear it. It looks like you have a dick," I finished.
"Show me," she breathed, and ran a pink tongue across her lips. "Show me your fake dick."
Leaving her alone for just a moment, I hurried out to the stock room. The strap-on was right where I'd left it, clean and ready for action. I grabbed it and returned to Katrina.
"Put it on for me," Katrina whispered after she had examined it thoroughly.
I undressed quickly and strapped the dildo into place. It was difficult to keep from looking toward the mirror, where Larry was watching. Finally, I turned toward Katrina, who was still lying on her back on the table.
"You're right," she said, propping herself up on one elbow and motioning for me to come closer. "It does look real."
"It feels real, too," I assured her, sounding much more confident than I felt.
"Are you going to let me try it out?" she purred, curling her fingers around the rubber dong and stroking it lovingly.
"If you'd like," I told her, goose bumps running up my spine.
"Oh, I'd like this very much," she moaned, pulling the dildo even closer.
Soon, she was planting little kisses all over the domed knob and then she began licking her way up and down the shaft. Whenever this would happen, I just let myself go. A myriad of sensual feelings flooded through my body and I could almost make believe that I really had sprouted this gorgeous cock.
"Suck it," I whispered, placing a hand on her dark head.
Katrina moaned softly as she slid her lips down over the end of the dildo and flicked it with her tongue. Little wet sucking sounds filled the room as she bobbed her head up and down, taking more than half of the rubber dick into her mouth.
"Does that turn you on?" I asked.
"What do you think?" she said, and spread her legs, allowing me to see her glistening wet pussy. As I watched, she parted her lips even further and showed me her clit. It was growing bigger by the minute.
"And how would you like that pussy taken care of?" I groaned. Sliding my hand down her body, I squeezed her mound.
She pressed her cunt into my palm and whimpered. "Use your tongue first."
Turning so that Larry could see everything, I lowered my face to Katrina's steamy snatch. She arced her back and pressed her pussy toward my face, moaning in anticipation of my exploring tongue.
"Oh!" she gasped when I worked the tip of my oral muscle up and over her clit and then down into her fluttering hole.
She tasted just like she always did, sweet and tangy at the same time. I curled my tongue into a point and thrust it deep just to hear her moan with pleasure. Again and again, I pushed it inside of her pulsing pussy.
While I tongued her, I imagined Larry watching us while he greased his cock with the warm oil. He would probably pump it slowly, taking his time to enjoy the show. At least, I hoped that's what was happening.
"It feels so good," she moaned, humping my face steadily. "Please don't stop until I cum."
Even though my legs were shaking and my own juices were oozing down my thighs, I wasn't about to stop until she was satisfied. Soon, I had both hands on her ass, literally pulling her onto my tongue.
Her orgasm hit hard and fast. There were no preliminary shudders or even a guttural cry from the woman. She just climaxed, her body gyrating wildly against my face while she held onto my head with both hands.
I knew how much Katrina liked to come down slowly, so I allowed her to do this. My licks turned to gentle kisses and, finally, I was just rubbing my cheek against her wet lips. By this time, I was so turned on, I had all but forgotten that Larry was watching.
Then I remembered and I squeezed my wet thighs together, shuddering through a cum at the same time.
"Will you fuck me now?" Katrina was asking, again reaching for me with her whole body.
I stepped to the end of the table, just as I had seen Brian do with Jerry. Propped on her elbows, Katrina watched the dildo come closer and closer to her pussy. She gasped when I rubbed the tip up and down her crack. Holding it steady, I worked the thick knob around in a little circle just inside her inner lips.
"That's really good," she sighed, and lay back on the table.
The teasing continued with the dildo just inside of her cunt and my fingers pinching her clit rhythmically. She grew wetter and wetter, the juices pouring down her ass cheeks, making them gleam wetly. Then, suddenly, with a little cry of pleasure, she lifted her hips off the table, forcing the dick inside of her.
"Now, fuck me," she all but demanded.
Grabbing her ass with both hands, I began working the dildo in and out of her pussy. It slid in to the hilt easily, stretching her wide. When I withdrew all but the head, her cunt clung to it greedily. Her breasts danced on her chest with her erotic bucking and both of us were covered with sweat in just a matter of moments.
I could almost feel Larry's hot gaze on my naked ass as I held Katrina's legs high and humped her steadily. She grunted and groaned and met me stroke for stroke. Again, she was the one rubbing her clit, her scarlet-tipped fingers handling it expertly. I watched as her pussy began to pulse around the plunging dildo.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Oh, Jesus."
"Oh, Christ!"
With every thrust, the base of the dildo pressed against my own clit. My own orgasm grew closer by the minute. Finally, unable to stand it another second, I rammed the dildo in to the hilt, pulled her body against mine and worked my hips in a wicked circle. I bit my lip and groaned as my climax overtook me.
On the table beneath me, Katrina thrashed about in the throes of orgasm. And in the back of my mind, I wondered if Larry was cumming right along with us.
"I need to cum again," Katrina whimpered almost before she caught her breath.
"One good thing about dildos is that they're always hard," I told her.
Katrina did not even smile. She crawled off the table and motioned for me to lie down. "I want to get on top."
The padded table was damp from her sweat, but I barely noticed. Once I was in position, she climbed on top of me, kissing my mouth. Her tongue darted between my lips and I sucked on it briefly. Then she pressed her sweaty breasts against my face. Down below, her pussy was poised over the tip of the pleasure-giving dildo.
"I want it inside of me," she muttered as she spread her knees wide and squatted lower. "I want to fuck it."
"You can fuck it," I breathed.
Again, I remembered that Larry was watching this whole thing. The thought excited me and I put both hands on Katrina's hips, pulling her cheeks wide. This would allow him to see her wet pussy as it swallowed the dildo, as well as her tight little asshole.
"Just slide that pussy down onto it," I told her.
Katrina sank down onto me with a sigh. Then she worked her body around in a circle.
"Come on," I muttered. Pulling her ass cheeks even wider, I urged her to start moving. "Slide it up and down. Ride it."
"Oh, yes," Katrina moaned as she worked her body up and down the fake dick. "It does feel like a real one."
Looking down between us, I could see the dildo. It even looked like a real one glistening with her juices as it filled her pussy to capacity. I bucked upward, coaxing her to move even faster and soon, we were bucking together steadily.
"Rub my clit," she whimpered, covering her bouncing breasts with both hands.
I reached down between us. Finding her erect clit, I rubbed it just the way she liked. She groaned low in her throat, closed her eyes and I knew she was ready to climax. By the same token, her lusty humping was sending me right up there again, too.
Knowing Larry was watching, I spread my legs wide. Now, he could see both of us cumming at the same time. Two wet pussies pulsing and gushing. One stuffed with cock, the other just pretending, but it didn't matter. The result was the same.
Katrina collapsed on top of me. Holding my face in her hands, she kissed my eyes, my nose, my mouth. Her breath was warm and the scent of her sex filled my head.
"You know what I want now, don't you?" she asked when her breathing returned to normal.
"Tell me," I suggested.
"I want this fucker in my ass."
"Think you can handle it?"
"I know I can," she said, giving me a level look.
Katrina climbed off of the dildo then. Her pussy released it with a thick, wet slurp. "I'd like to watch in the mirror," she added.
I swallowed hard and sat up. The wet dildo jutted out in front of me. I wasn't sure how we were going to pull that off, but I was willing to try whatever she had in mind. And I knew that if Larry hadn't cum and gone by this time, he would be there soon.
While Katrina set up our next position, I vaguely wondered if Larry had used the pocket pussy or just his hand. Had he stood up, pumping himself while he watched us? Maybe he even squirted his load on the window, wishing he could cum all over us.
Soon, she was on her hands and knees, offering her ass to me freely, glancing in the mirror from time to time. I primed her puckered hole with my tongue and then my fingers. The rounded tip of the dildo slid inside of her easily.
After giving her a few minutes to adjust to the size, I inched my way deeper and deeper until the head was buried deep in her bowels.
"Fuck me," she moaned over and over, watching the whole thing.
I did exactly as she asked, my movements increasing in speed and intensity as my own excitement heated up and boiled over. Soon, she was thrusting back against me, taking every inch of the dildo into her rectum and begging for more. Again, her climax was intense and lasted a long, long time.
Mine threatened to take my breath away. As I bucked and shuddered against her ass, I looked into the mirror with glazed eyes. Something told me that Larry was cumming right along with us, or maybe it was just wishful thinking.
When Katrina dressed and left, I felt as if I had fucked two people at the same time. I finally took off the dildo, put my own clothes back on and went to see Larry.
To my surprise, Larry wasn't alone.
He had turned to face Pam, who was standing there with her panties down around her ankles. She had two fingers buried in her twat. He had both hands wrapped around his prick. They were both just about ready to explode, neither one knowing or caring that I was even in the vicinity.
Pam's fingers flew in and out of her twat. She rubbed her clit furiously. Larry pumped his cock so fast that his hands were nothing but a blur. He lost control first, thrusting upward while thick, white blobs of spunk shot high into the air. Pam groaned, shuddered and drove her fingers even deeper as her orgasm overtook her.
They both turned to me, sweating, shaking and gasping for breath.
"What a show, man!" Larry was the first to speak. "It was better than a fuck film."
"And I never knew you were so good with the strap-on," Pam added. "I'll have to remember that the next time we play with that toy."