The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Melissa gasped through the hole in the massage table as Alexis rubbed oil into her back. “Your muscles are very tight,” said the therapist. “Is it okay if I put some relaxing music on?”

“If you think it’ll help,” Melissa replied.

“It can’t hurt. Apart from the tight back, you seem to be in great physical shape for a woman your age. Forty, right?”

“Forty-four.”

“And you’re a librarian?”

“Yes, at the university. Does it show?” she asked wryly.

“No, I just looked at your application.”

“Oh. Why did you need to ask so many questions if I’m just here for a massage?”

“We need to know if you have any injuries, especially if they’re work-related. Besides, we don’t just do massage—Rita’s a registered nurse, and I’m a qualified sex therapist,” Alexis purred. “We have a holistic approach here, so we have a standard form in case clients have any issues.”

“Oh. Well, I don’t really have any.”

“Issues?”

“Sex.”

“Ah. How long have you been divorced?”

“Just over a year.”

“How long were you married?”

“Until the kids were ready to move out and we didn’t have to argue about custody. Why?”

“Your emotional state can have a big impact on your health. That’s why you’re so tight. What do you do to relax?”

Melissa snorted.

“You don’t relax?”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t have the knack, I guess.”

“How long has it been since you had sex?”

Maybe it was the strange music, strangely reminiscent of her university days, or the incense, or Alexis’s soothing voice and the feel of her hands on her back, but Melissa found herself wanting to open up to the younger woman. “You mean, with someone else? Nearly two years.”

“That was with your husband?”

“Yes. Our last attempt to see whether there was anything left saving. We decided there wasn’t.”

“And with yourself?”

“Last Sunday night.”

“With a vibrator?”

“No. I hate buying things on the internet, and I haven’t worked up the nerve to go into a shop that sells them. I’m scared of running into someone from my old church.”

“I have vibrators here,” Alexis said, smiling. “Other sex toys, too. You said your ‘old’ church?”

“Yeah. It’s where we met; I stopped going there when we decided to get divorced, but Paul still goes. I think. My parents were very religious, very strict, and it’s how I was brought up.”

“When was the last time it was with anyone other than Paul?”

“Twenty… twenty-three years ago. When I was at university.”

“Fuck… sorry. Excuse my…”

“It’s fine. Fuck is what I mostly did, when I wasn’t studying.”

“Ah.”

“It was my first real time away from home, and I just went wild. I was a late developer, my boobs didn’t really start growing until I was nearly sixteen, but by the time I was eighteen I looked like Jessica Rabbit, they were so big everyone thought they were fake until I proved they weren’t. I mean, I was a nerd then, I still am, but—well, I was used to hearing I was smart, but this was the first time anyone thought I was sexy. I mean, you wouldn’t know it to look at me now, but I had a killer body.”

“You still do. You have better breasts than I do.”

“Bullshit.”

Alexis walked around to the head end of the table, and removed her smock. Melissa looked up, and found herself staring at a pair of big, beautiful brown breasts, close enough that she wondered whether she could reach them with her tongue. “Okay,” she said, “mine were bigger—“

“Still are.”

“Yeah, but when I take my bra off now, they’re almost down to my waist. When I was eighteen, they were firm, without any stretchmarks, and I was so proud of them, I loved dressing to show them off.”

“You were a tease?”

“No, I was a total slut!” She giggled. “Well, not at first. I was terrified of going all the way; I took a virginity pledge when I was twelve, even had one of those silver purity rings, though I took it off when I went to university and only wore it when I went home. But I had big thick glasses and I was used to feeling like a freak, and I was so glad when boys liked me, even if it was only my tits they liked, that I let some of them cop a feel. Then I met Pat, a guy I liked enough that I went back to his room and let him see my boobs while he jerked himself off. The next time we went out, I let him suck them, and that felt so good that I sucked the other one myself.”

“It’s a great feeling, isn’t it?” Alexis crooned, briefly stopping massaging Melissa’s shoulders to free a hand so she could lift her own right tit up and kiss the nipple. Melissa realized that her own nipples were swollen and hard, and that the towel on the massage table was tickling them pleasantly, but she repressed the urge to follow suit.

“Where was I? Oh, yeah. He put my hand on his junk, and came all over my arm. That freaked me out a bit—I was so innocent back then, I immediately took a shower with my knickers on so I wouldn’t get pregnant,—and the next day I went to the campus Sexuality Information Office. I not only learned about contraception, I learned a lot about oral sex and masturbation and even anal. I didn’t realize then that the girl there was so friendly because she was a dyke and was hitting on me, but… well, I’ll get to her later.

“I went out with Pat a few more times, and after a while, he said he wanted to fuck me. He had condoms, he’d even brought lube, but I said no. So he asked if I’d suck him, and I said no. He asked if he could eat me, and I said yes, but I still wasn’t going to fuck him… he said okay, and he licked my clit and ate me out until I’d come. Then he asked if he could fuck my tits.”

“Wow. What did you say?”

“I was feeling so good I said yes! He used the right amount of lube, and it felt fantastic, even when he came all over my tits and my neck. We did that a few more times, but he kept hassling me to either fuck or suck him, and I kept saying no, and eventually he dumped me for a psych and theatre arts double-major everyone called Brianna the Buttslut. I used to think that was just because she wore tight jeans with no panty line, but then I heard she was very promiscuous and really loved anal sex. A few weeks later, I started dating Tom, who turned out to be one of her exes, and while he was going down on me—he was much better at it than Pat—he started licking my asshole like she’d taught him.”

“Did you let him fuck it?”

“Not that time. I let him fuck my tits, though he wasn’t really into that, and then jerked him off. I wasn’t going to let a guy assfuck me on our first date…well, not back then. Like I said, it was a long time ago. But a few days later, I screwed up my courage and snuck over to an adult bookshop to see if they had any videos of people having anal sex—the web was pretty primitive back then and DVDs were still new, but the place was… educational. There was a sign in the window saying they were looking for staff, and the woman there thought I’d come to apply for the job. She seemed disappointed that I hadn’t, but she was helpful anyway—showed me a lot of toys and furniture, sold me some condoms and lube, gave me a safe sex lecture, and put a video on in one of the booths so I could watch women getting cornholed. I don’t know how long I was in there, jilling myself off, but I eventually staggered out of there, and the next weekend, I let Tom do me up the butt. I found out later the reason Brianna had dumped him was that he always came too soon, but that’s not such a bad thing when you’re still learning to take a cock in your ass.”

Alexis grinned. “True, dat.” She moved around the table to massage Melissa’s lower back.

“After a few more dates—oh, yes, that feels good—I learned that the smart thing to do was to make him come using my tits and my hands, then he’d eat me, then he’d rim me in the shower, and then I’d let him he’d fuck my ass, so that he’d last longer. We got serious enough that we went to the clinic to get tested together so I could suck his cock without a condom and let him come in my ass. After that, I decided that since he didn’t mind licking my ass, maybe I should lick his. By the end of the year, I was rimming and sucking him and swallowing his come nearly as often as he was rimming me.” She sighed. “And then he dropped out, and I started dating other guys. I’d suck them or let them fuck my tits if they ate me well enough, but we never got serious enough to start fucking.

“Then, one night, I was at a party and I got a little drunk, the punch was a lot stronger than I realized, and Brianna took me aside and started telling me how much her date, Will, loved my tits. She asked what it would take for me to show him they were real, maybe let him touch them… I asked what she’d give me if I said yes, and she suggested that she or Will would drive me anywhere I wanted to go for a week. Now, even if I’d been sober, that would’ve sounded pretty good: I had to catch two buses to get to my part-time job in a bookshop, and the weather that month was pretty miserable. So I said yes, but I wasn’t going to do it there, we had to go into one of the bedrooms. I hadn’t expected Brianna to follow us in, but maybe she was worried I was going to try to steal him—anyway, I took my blouse and my bra off, and said ‘You can touch them, if you’re gentle’. I only meant Will, and he was the only one I expected to take me up on it; I could see his jaw drop slightly when he saw my tits, and he stroked my right boob with this feather-like touch it like it was a something holy or incredibly valuable, slowly spiralling in towards the nipple, which was already getting tight. Brianna wasn’t quite so shy; she cupped my other boob and lifted it towards her face until the nipple was almost touching her lips, not kissing it, just breathing on it gently, and then she smiled and asked, ‘May we?’

“I was a bit light-headed and already turned on; I wasn’t even sure whether she was speaking English or French, and I didn’t know how to respond, but I must have nodded, because a few seconds later they were both sucking on my nipples and it felt like there was some incredible energy flow going right across my chest and tugging gently on my clit… why am I telling you this?”

“Because telling the truth is therapeutic, and you know you can trust me,” Alexis crooned.

“Oh. Okay.”

“We have a rigid code of ethics in this clinic. Everything we do is meant to make people feel good, especially about their bodies.”

“Uh-huh.”

“So. Did you come when they were sucking your tits?”

“Yes,” she said, dreamily. “A wonderful slow orgasm that seemed to last forever. When it was over, I actually thought I heard applause.” She giggled and blushed. “Actually, I did. Brianna hadn’t closed the curtains, and some of the people who’d gone outside to smoke were looking through the window. Brianna wanted to keep showing off, but Will and I managed to close the curtains without him letting go of my boob. Brianna stopped sucking me, and took Will’s cock out and sucked that for a minute so he wouldn’t come in his pants. We left the party; Brianna asked if I wanted to go to bed with them, but I thought I’d better go back to my room instead,” she said wistfully. “I wasn’t sure, then, how I felt about sex with women, or with more than one person at a time. By morning, though, I was pretty sure; I’d been playing with my clit and sucking my tits all night just imagining it, both of them sucking my tits, Will’s cock in my hand, Brianna’s fingers up my ass… mmm.

“They kept their promise about driving me around, too, for the whole semester, and Will was a real gentleman about it—though when he took me back home, I kissed him and put his hands inside my coat so that he could fondle my boobs. Then I went to my room, and Tom fucked my ass, but while that was good, I couldn’t stop thinking about Brianna and Will. The next night, though, Brianna picked me up from the shop, asked how much they were paying me, and told me I could make a lot more working at the adult bookshop and drove us there so I could apply. I thought she meant I’d be working behind the counter, but no, they wanted girls for the peepshow.”

“What did you do?”

“I said I’d try it, on nights when I wasn’t working in the other bookshop, partly because the money sounded so good, and partly because I knew Brianna thought I’d chicken out. But I didn’t last very long—and neither did most of the men who came to see me; a lot of them came almost as soon as they saw me lick my boobs. The tips were good, but some of the men were old or ugly or just a turn-off, but sometimes they were my age, and the thought that I might bump into them on campus made me too nervous and too horny for it to be fun. Fortunately, the woman working the night shift sold me a butterfly vibrator and anal beads, but it took all my willpower not to start using them as soon as I was in the car. The third and last time I worked there, when Will picked me up, I asked if he and Brianna were still interested in a threesome. He said that Brianna was cramming for a test, but he was sure she wouldn’t mind being distracted for a while.

“We went to Brianna’s room—Will had a key, so he didn’t bother knocking—and she was cramming, all right: sandwiched between two guys on her couch, the guy underneath her balls-deep in her cunt while the one on top fucked her ass. She looked startled when we came in, but not embarrassed; she looked at the bulge in Will’s crotch, and then at my tits, and licked her lips as she grinned. ‘Room for one more,’ she said. Will just backed out of there and shut the door in a hurry.” Melissa blinked, suddenly realizing why the scent of the incense in the room was familiar. Brianna had used an incense that smelled exactly the same in her room, and had given some to her; she said it masked the strong fragrance of sex, especially anal sex. “Will and I went back to his room instead, and he made love to my boobs. I don’t just mean he fucked them, though he did that too: he damn near worshipped them. He didn’t neglect the rest of me, though: he ate me out better than anyone else ever had.

“When I saw Brianna in the library the next day, she was completely unapologetic. ‘Do you know how hard it is to find two guys who’ll let you suck both their cocks at once and have a swordfight in your mouth? Or who’ll fuck your twat and your ass at the same time, nothing between their cocks but a little bit of skin, and do it well? It’s something I always wanted to try, and believe me, it feels fucking fantastic. Will’s welcome to join us at any time, or I can squeeze him in when they’re not available, but those two are keepers. If that doesn’t suit him, well, he’s all yours, if you want him.’” Melissa shook her head. “But that was Brianna for you. I have to say, though, that I’ve never really seen the appeal of being… what do they call it in porn? Double penetration? Have you?”

“I’ve had threesomes and foursomes,” Alexis replied, “sometimes with two men, but I haven’t tried that. One of my co-workers here loves it, though. The more cock she can get, the better—especially if it’s in her ass. Of course, she likes women, too: I’m not saying she’s crazy.”

“I should introduce her to Brianna.”

“Maybe you should. Do you still keep in touch with her?”

“Only online. She runs a talent agency in LA nowadays. I remember asking her, when we were at university, why she didn’t just become a porn star; she said that most of them have short careers and never make it into mainstream acting, which is what she wanted to do. I know she worked behind the scenes on some porn movies, though, doing make-up and that sort of thing.”

“What happened with Will?”

“We kept going out, and staying in. He was the best boyfriend I’d had, as well as the best lover. He always made sure I came at least as often as he did, licked and fucked my ass almost as often as he did my tits, and never tried to pressure me into letting him into my cunt. But he was a year older than I was, and he graduated a year ahead of me and got a job in London. We emailed each other for a while, a lot of it x-rated, but he soon found himself a steady girlfriend, and so did I.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Danni, the girl from the Sexuality Information Office. I’d noticed her looking at my tits before, but I always thought she was just wondering whether they were fake, like everyone else. It took Brianna to tell me that she was gay, and to say that if I was interested, I should go back to the office just before they were supposed to close, and say that I thought I might be bi and ask her for advice. So I did.”

“What happened?”

“We went out for coffee a few times, and made out in a movie once before she came back to my room. It was slower and a lot more romantic than I was used to, then, and I was so fucking horny that I just took my top off and said, ‘Don’t you like me?’ almost as soon as we shut the door. She only hesitated for a few seconds, then we were both stripping off while we kissed. Her breasts weren’t as big as mine or yours, but they were firm and perky and fit in my mouth nicely, and we went from sucking each other’s tits in a sort of 69, then kissed our way down our bodies until we were licking each other’s clits. We were about the same height, so it seemed like the logical thing to do… she was better at eating pussy than any man I’d been with, but she didn’t like it when I touched her asshole, and she wouldn’t touch mine. But she loved tribbing, and she also liked to fuck me with her boobs while she sucked my tits, rubbing her nipple up and down my slit and around my clit, teasingly at first, and then…” She suddenly gasped. “Oh fuck, I think I just came, just from remembering it!”

“There’s absolutely no need to apologize or feel embarrassed,” Alexis reassured her, when her breathing had returned to normal and the post-orgasmic flush had started to fade. “It happens here all the time. How long were you together?”

“A couple of months. It was mostly fun while it lasted, and she seemed okay with the fact that I’d had sex with men before—but she was strictly monogamous, and as good as the sex was with Danni, I found myself missing being fucked hard in the ass. I tried using my fingers and vibrators and different sorts of toys, but none of them felt as good as a real cock, and I realized I wasn’t ready to give up on men yet. Danni didn’t take it too well when we broke up, and that left me feeling shitty, so I asked Brianna what she did when she ended a relationship. She said she didn’t really have relationships, no-one had ever dumped her except for Will, and she’d never had a problem finding men who would fuck her whenever and however she wanted to be fucked. Her philosophy, as best as I could understand it, was that if we could just get rid of jealousy and possessiveness and a lot of patriarchal bullshit, and let people who wanted to have sex with each other do it, as long as they did it safely, and no-one had to do it when they didn’t want to, the world would be a much better place.” She smiled. “Of course, she rarely said no, and not many men said no to her. She asked if I wanted her to set me up with one, and I said no. A few days later, Brianna invited me to the wrap party for a play she’d been in, said maybe I’d meet someone I liked there, so I said yes.”

Melissa was silent for a moment. “I don’t remember what the play was—I didn’t see it—but Brianna and I were the only women at the party and there were a lot of men. I remembered what had happened at the last party I’d been to with Brianna, so I was careful what I drank, so I know I wasn’t drunk. There were some joints being passed around, but I didn’t smoke any of them. So I’m not sure why what happened, happened… Maybe I was just really horny after breaking up with Danni… anyway, after a while, I was sitting on the couch wanking two guys while they sucked my tits and Brianna ate me. She was wearing a skirt but no pants, and I remember men applauding as she pulled a string of anal beads out of her ass. Someone must have started arguing about which was hotter, my boobs or her butt, and she bet me that she could make more men come by the time the CD had finished, just using her ass, than I could with my tits and my hands and my mouth.

“I can remember almost every detail of that party, except what I was thinking. I have no idea, now, why I accepted the bet, or what I was supposed to get if I won, though the loser had to blow every man who hadn’t already come. I remember that there was some strange instrumental music playing, not party music but something Brianna usually had playing in her room…” She shook her head. “Anyway, she gave me some lube for my cleavage, and I ended up on the bed with guys straddling me while she bent over a desk, and the men played paper-scissors-rock to see who would go first, until Brianna said it would be more fun for everyone on her team if they started with the guy with the skinniest cock and worked their way up to the thickest.

“My first guy was one of the two I’d been jerking off, and he came almost instantly, so for a moment I thought I might win. The next one, though, took it nice and slow; he was really good looking, too, with a long curving uncircumcised cock, and he seemed to want to savour the experience. He was playing with my nipples while he fucked my tits, and doing a fantastic job of it, too, so after a while I stopped caring whether I lost the bet. Eventually he came, most of it going onto my tongue and into my mouth, then kissed me on the forehead and made room for the next guy.

“The next guy wasn’t as good looking—I think he was one of the stage hands, not an actor—and he wanted to squat over my face so that I could lick his balls and asshole while he fucked my tits. I figured that I could get him off more quickly if he did it that way, so I said yes. It’s not the most comfortable position, and he was hairy down there and not particularly graceful, though he was grateful. Brianna often said she wasn’t exactly fussy when it came to men who came in her, but she did have some standards of hygiene and good manners. As far as I know, no-one who fucked her ever turned nasty, even afterwards. I don’t know how she did it, but she could be incredibly persuasive; it was like she had them eating out of her hand.”

“And out of her ass.”

Melissa giggled. “Yeah, that too. Anyway, after the third guy had come—as I’d expected, it didn’t take very long—I asked the fourth if he’d like to try the same position. It didn’t occur to me at the time that I could suck one of them while the other fucked my tits. Anyway, he said yes, and I got him off… and that’s when I noticed that the music had already stopped.”

“Oops.”

“Yeah. Brianna had known when the CD would finish—it was one of hers—and had managed to time it so that her fourth guy came before mine did. So, technically, I lost, but she said it was a tie, so I only had to blow three guys while she blew another two.” She shook her head. “I don’t why I went so crazy that night, but I’ve never done anything quite like that again. I went out on a few dates with two of the guys I’d met that night, and a few others, and a couple of women, but by then, I’d decided that I wanted more than just sex. Even with women or teenagers, you can’t fuck all the time; I wanted someone who could talk about books and other things I cared about, as well as having great sex. And in my final semester, I found him—well, he found me, when he came into the bookshop where I was working: the second-hand bookshop, not the adult bookshop. His name was Matt, I’d seen him around campus but never spoken to him, he was kind of cute and doing a post-graduate degree in history, and we hit it off almost instantly. He’d heard a little about my reputation, but he didn’t care; he’d never fucked Brianna, which was a definite plus; and he understood that my cunt was off-limits, though he wasn’t religious himself. After a few weeks, we were spending nearly every night together. I didn’t fuck anyone else for the rest of the year, because I didn’t want to. He was the first boyfriend I’d had who I actually wanted to take home to meet my parents, and he must have felt the same way, because just after the exams, he said that maybe we should get married.” The room was silent for a moment, except for the soft music coming from the sound system. “A few weeks later,” Melissa continued sadly, “some drunken shithead ran a red light and killed him.

“I was back at home with my family, going to church every Sunday again, and I started feeling as though God was punishing me for having been such a slut. My parents helped me find a job in the local library and introduced me to a man they knew, Paul, the accountant who managed the church’s books. A few months later, we were engaged; by the end of the year, we were married, and we hadn’t even slept together. That was a mistake.

“He had an average-sized cock, but not much experience at using it—I don’t think he was a virgin, but I’d probably had sex with more women than he had—and he had more inhibitions than imagination. His idea of kinky was to let me get on top; his idea of foreplay was to kiss me and turn out the lights. It wasn’t too bad at first, but after I’d had two kids, I could barely feel anything when we fucked, which we did less and less often: once a week, then once a month, then a few times each year…” She sighed. “At least he didn’t believe in that quiverfull bullshit, a boy and a girl were enough, and he was a good man in a lot of other ways, reliable, kind… and we both loved the kids, so we stayed together for their sake. But they left home, and my parents died, and after that, keeping up appearances didn’t seem as important as being happy.”

“And are you?”

“I’m less unhappy. That’s a start.”

“You haven’t found anyone else?”

“I’m a bit out of practice. Oh, I’ve tried the bars and other meat markets, but middle-aged men don’t turn me on. That’s the problem with porn, too: sure, a lot of the girls are young and yummy, but nearly all of the men are old. What I really want is some nineteen year old, old enough to know what he’s doing but young enough not to think he shouldn’t, who can fuck me in the ass and be ready to do it again less than an hour later. The sort of nineteen year old I see by hundreds of on campus every day.” She blinked. “I’ve never told anyone else that…”

“But you know you can trust me,” Alexis crooned, “and didn’t it feel good to say it?”

“Oh fuck yeah… but how am I supposed to pick up a boy like that when I’m old enough to be his mother? I can’t just ask if the ones who come up to the desk whether he’d like to fuck my tits or my ass!”

“Wouldn’t a lot of them say yes if you did? A sexy woman with big beautiful fuckable boobs, who loves anal and has a lot of experience giving blowjobs and rimjobs? Some would probably come in their pants if you suggested it, but they’d be ready again in a couple of minutes. Fuck, I’m getting turned on just saying it, and I’m not even male!”

Melissa giggled. “It’s not that easy.”

“It can be. We have a wide range of clients on our books, and students doing internships. What would you say if I told you that I have lube and condoms and if I pressed a button, there would be two young men in here within minutes, with clean bodies and dirty minds, one of who loves tits and the other who is deeply into women’s asses?”

“Yes. I’d say yes. Yes I will. Yes.”

Alexis grinned. “Roll over onto your back.” She walked over to the sound system, pressed a button, then returned to the massage table and bent over Melissa so that her boobs hung just over her mouth. “Let’s get you ready,” she said, caressing Melissa’s tits with her oily hands and pushing them together so that she could suck both nipples at once, her talented tongue tracing figure-eights around the delicious coral nubs. Melissa felt her nipples, already swollen rigid, tighten even more, and her cunt, already moist, begin to leak. Without conscious thought, she filled her mouth with one of Alexis’s beautiful boobs, and for a moment, nothing else in the universe mattered. Then Alexis looked up, and grinned. “Just what the therapist ordered,” she crooned, lifting Melissa’s head so that she could see the two naked young men standing at the far end of the massage table. “Meet David and Goliath—I mean, David and Jon.”

The men smiled. David was blonde and athletic-looking, with an average-sized erection; Jon was dark, hairy and rather scrawny, with an uncircumsized schlong only slightly shorter than his forearm. Melissa stared at them as they approached the table from either side, until their cocks were close enough for her to grab. Without needing any prompting from Alexis, she reached out and fondled them, while they bent over to begin sucking her nipples. After a few minutes of this delightful sensation, Melissa turned to David and murmured, “Get a condom and some lube,” then to Jon, whose caressing of her breast displayed both greater enthusiasm and greater expertise, “You have a beautiful cock, but sorry, it’s too big for my ass…. But if you’d like to fuck my tits, go and sit on the couch.”

Both men moved so quickly that they seemed to blur, though Jon took a few seconds longer to stop sucking her nipple. Alexis helped Melissa down from the table, kissed her clit as she pulled her panties down to her ankles, then helped her slightly unsteady new client over to the couch, where Jon was waiting. Melissa knelt between his legs as though ready to pray, then wrapped her glistening boobs around his dick, working the foreskin up and down and licking the glans as though it was the world’s sweetest lollipop. David crouched behind her and ran his tongue down between her asscheeks, then circled the hot little puckering hole, tentatively at first, then with more pressure. Melissa stopped sucking Jon’s cock just long enough to murmur, “Oh fuck that’s good!”, and Jon gave her butthole a quick kiss before gently sliding a well-lubed finger into her ass. Melissa threw her head back and wailed, and Jon withdrew his finger.

“Too much?”

“No… just… give me a minute. I want your cock up there, but… just a… that was the best goddamn orgasm I’ve had in years!” She panted for a moment while continuing to rub her tits up and down the length of David’s dick, then muttered, “Okay. Take it as slow as you can, until I tell you to fuck me hard.”

“As you wish.” He grinned as he eased the head of his cock into her slippery pucker, then both gasped as the glans popped through her sphincter and he felt her asshole clench around the shaft. He slowly slid his way further and further inside, taking his cue from her breathing and the speed at which she rubbed her tits up and down the length of Jon’s rod. Within minutes, she was urging him to ram his cock into her as her orgasms hit her in waves without a break in between. Alexis, sitting on the office chair, had her skirt hiked up so that she could finger her shaven cunt while she sucked on her nipples and watched the as Jon ejaculated in Melissa’s mouth, too much for her to swallow at once, and David came a moment later. Finally, Jon pulled his shrinking condom-covered cock out of Melissa’s ass and collapsed onto his back, and Melissa clambered onto the couch to sit beside Jon while she caught her breath, semen still dripping from her chin onto the post-orgasmic flush glowing on her chest. Alexis stopped jilling herself off, and handed the trio a box of wet-wipes for them to clean themselves off. She waited until all three of them had staggered towards the showers, the men supporting the well-fucked Melissa between them, before reaching for the intercom.

“Naomi-chan? Make sure the last client, Ms Tetona, doesn’t leave without making another appointment. And just charge her the standard introductory rate: Brianna said she’d pick up the tab for any extras. Oh, and when you send the invoice to Brianna, tell her we’re nearly out of incense.” She grinned, buttoned up her top and pulled her skirt back down to mid-thigh. “Okay, send in my four o’clock.”