Skanky Town
Chapter 30 — Her Just Rewards
“You win.”
Angela looked at the man. “Me, win?” she asked with as much innocence as she could muster. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you do. You’ve been trying to get between me and my girlfriend almost from the moment we arrived. Well, this time, she went too far, so like I said, you win.”
“I didn’t do anything really,” Angela said. She’d been pissed off enough when she’d heard Jake had left and she had no idea when Jake had returned but she was glad to have him back.
“Yeah, right. You can play it that way if you want to, but you don’t have to. Like I said, you win.”
Humility was hardly Angela’s strong suit, and besides, there was something else she wanted to know. “You said I won,” she said.
“I did.”
“Okay. If that’s the case, tell me what I’ve won.”
“What do you want?”
That was hardly the question that Angela had expected to hear. “What do you mean what do I want?”
“You must want something,” Jake said. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been such a bitch.”
Angela couldn’t keep herself from smiling at that characterization of her. She knew she wasn’t supposed to want to be a bitch, but she also knew it was a hell of a lot more fun to be the bitch than it was to be the one that the bitch was fighting with, and the best part was that if you did it right, the bitch usually got what she wanted.
“You must want something,” Jake said again, “so like I said, you win.”
“Isn’t it clear what I want?”
Jake shook his head.
He must be dense, Angela thought, but then that was hardly surprising. Sometimes, men could be so stupid. Sometimes, you didn’t even have to stick a pussy in their face to make them stupid, but then hey, it wasn’t like she was after him for his brains anyway. “I want you,” she said.
“You want me?”
“I want you to fuck me. That’s all I’ve really ever wanted.”
“So all that crap you did—”
“Was just to get your girlfriend out of the way.”
“I’m not sure if I should be flattered or not.”
“I would be. So what do you say? You say I win? Does that mean you’re going to fuck me or do we keep playing?”
“My car’s ready. I can leave town anytime I want.”
“Yeah, but what about your girlfriend.”
“I was thinking of leaving her here.”
Was that a momentary show of panic that he saw in the maid’s face? “What? No. You can’t do that.”
“It’s obvious she can’t leave.”
“What do you mean?”
“Come on, Angela. You know what I mean. She can’t leave this town, this place. Not for very long at least. She’d become ... obsessed.”
“So you know about that, do you?”
“I’ve learned a lot since I’ve been here.”
“So you’d just leave her behind? That’s kind of callous, don’t you think? I think you should stay. We could always use a fresh cock here in town.”
Jake smiled. “Nice place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live here. Speaking of which, were you born here?”
“Yes. Yes, I was. Why?”
“So you’ve never been out of town?”
“I’ve been out of town.”
“Recently?”
Angela just smiled. “Well, not since I turned eighteen.”
“And you’re not likely to leave either?”
“Nope. Why?”
“Oh, I was just thinking that it’s a pity.”
“What is?”
“That you can’t see life on the outside.”
“You know I can’t and if you saw what happened to your girlfriend, you know why I can’t.”
“Perhaps you’re right but still all the same, aren’t you curious?”
“Sure, I’m curious.”
“I got an idea. Come with me.”
“Come with you where.”
“Come with me out of town.”
“You know I can’t.”
The man shook his head. “That’s not what I meant. Twenty-four hours,” he said. “And then I can bring you back if you want. Unless of course, you don’t think you can handle it on the outside.”
“I don’t get it. Why do we have to leave?”
Jake smiled. “I know you think you know how to fuck, but the truth is you don’t. Susan said she learned more about sex in the twenty-four hours that she spent after she left this place than she’d ever known before. She said it was a real eye opener. Of course, if you’re scared—”
“I’m not scared. I just don’t see why we have to do it.”
“You still want to fuck me?”
Angela nodded.
“Then trust me ... or don’t. It’s up to you but it’s no skin off my nose. You can do what you want to.”
“I still don’t see why we have to go anywhere. We could do it right here.”
“Right where?”
“Right here in this hotel room.”
“Yeah? So tell me. How many guys have you fucked in this very room?”
“That’s none of your business.”
Jake grinned. “Would I be right if I guessed that it was more than none?”
“Maybe.”
Jake smiled. “See. I’m figuring you out. I’m starting to understand how you think, but you got to know how I think.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t want to be like any other guy. I want it to be something special. Hell, after all the trouble you went through to get me, I think I deserve that, don’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe, huh? If maybe’s the best you can do, then maybe you aren’t the girl I thought you were.”
“I am too.”
“Then prove it.”
“How?”
“You know how. Take a little ride with me.”
Angela bit her lip. She wasn’t used to being at a loss for words, but on the other hand, she had chased the guy, and now here she was on the verge of getting him and was she really going to let him go? “You’ll bring me back?” she asked.
“Sure. If you want.”
“Okay. Then I guess we can go.”
“Excellent.”
Jake walked her out to his car and he held the door open as she climbed inside. He walked around to the drivers side and he fastened his seat belt. “You said you’ve been out of town?” he asked.
“Oh sure. When I was a little girl. My dad would take me and my sister places but mom would have to stay at home.”
“Yeah? Why was that?”
Angela turned and looked at Jake. “Come on. You know why that is.”
Jake grinned back at her. “Yeah, I know why that is. I take it you stayed out of town for longer than a few hours.”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t even that. Daddy could get super jealous, you know, and he always thought that guys were after mom, and hey, he was probably right. I mean, mom had this way of walking, hell, what am I saying, she still does, but she had this way of walking, and you’d see guys just lock in on her. Mainly, it was her butt. There was just something guys liked about her butt.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, and whatever it is, Bree’s got it too, because guys just love her, too.”
There was something in Angela’s voice that made Jake turn his head. “What’s the matter?”
“My sister’s a bitch.”
“Yeah?
“Yeah. It’s like she just throws herself at guys.”
It seemed for a moment as if Angela had more to say but then she turned instead and she looked out of the passenger’s side window.
“You know, it hasn’t changed all that much since I’ve been out here last.”
Jake just smiled. “When was the last time you were out and about?”
“Wow. It must have been almost a seven years ago. My sister was a couple of years older than me so when she turned eighteen, she couldn’t go but then it wasn’t like she even wanted to go anymore. When Bree turned eighteen, all she wanted to do was fuck. Nothing else mattered to her when she turned eighteen. Daddy and me, we had a trip planned. One last trip, daddy called it, but something came up and we never got to it and then it was too late and I couldn’t go.”
“That’s something I’ve never understood,” Jake said.
“What is?”
“When I was growing up, there were girls who wanted to fuck before they turned eighteen.” The man smiled. “Of course, the way us boys were, there were plenty of girls who were doing their best to keep us boys at bay. Here, it seems, girls have no interest in sex until they turn eighteen.”
Angela shook her head. “Not so much no interest as no opportunity.”
“I don’t think I understand.”
“In looks, appearance and availability, there’s not that much difference between an eighteen-year-old girl and a seventeen-year-old girl except that around here, there is. The eighteen-year-olds will shove the younger girls out of the way to get to a guy and they’ll fuck any guy who wants it and if she’s too busy to do it, her friend who’s also eighteen will do it. Bottom line is the younger girls just don’t stand a chance. An eighteen-year-old around here might have four or five boyfriends with some other guys that she’s got on the side. It’s not so much that the under eighteens don’t necessarily want to. It’s just that with the eighteen and overs wanting it that much more and willing to do whatever it takes to get it, the under eighteens don’t stand a chance.”
“I suppose that makes sense.”
“It does?”
“Yeah it does. Why?”
Angela looked out the window of the car. “Because sometimes it’s hard to tell. I mean, we get TV, you know. We know the way things are supposed to be, but that’s not the way they are for us so sometimes, it’s hard to tell whether something’s real or whether we just think it’s real because we have nothing to compare it to.”
“I understand.”
“We’ve been on the road for a while,” Angela said. “Where are we going?”
“We’re just driving around.”
“Why?”
“I told you what Susan said. I asked you if you were scared to try it. You said you weren’t. Was that a lie?”
“I’m not scared.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear it.”
“But you are going to take me back when I ask you to?”
“Of course.”
“Then I guess we can keep going but I still don’t understand why we can’t just stop and fuck.”
“Because you’re not ready for it yet.”
Angela couldn’t help but growl at that characterization of her but fine. They could drive around for a while but when they finally did get down to some fucking, she was going to show him who was ready for who.
“This is boring,” she said finally.
“Boring? I thought you said you wanted to be with me.”
“Yeah, but I think I also said I wanted to fuck.”
“You think you’re up to it.”
“Hell yeah, I think I’m up to it.”
“I don’t know,” Jake said. “By this time, when Susan was out here, she would have ripped a guy’s clothes off to get at his cock. I’m just not sure you have it in you.”
“Try me!”
Jake just smiled. “How about we just go have dinner instead.”
Angela couldn’t help growling to herself. What the hell was wrong with this guy? Couldn’t he see she didn’t need anything to eat. Well, nothing you could get at a restaurant anyways, and what the hell was his problem comparing her to the ex all the time. He was with her now, dammit. But fine, she told herself. Dinner. Sure. She could do that.
At least it was a nice restaurant, Angela told herself. Some guys would assume she was just out on the make and would figure they could take her anywhere, but at least Jake wasn’t like that.
Not that she wouldn’t have minded that, of course. Fast food would mean a fast exit and a fast exit meant a quick route to a fast fuck.
No wait. She wasn’t that easy, Angela told herself.
No, she wasn’t that easy, but she’d been pursuing this guy non-stop and she was just about to get her hands on him. No, she wasn’t that easy, but for this case, at least, she could pretend she was.
They were seated at the table by a young woman who couldn’t have been much older than her, Angela thought. The girl them told in a chirpy, little voice that their waiter would be with them shortly, and with that, she left the them there to peruse their menus.
It turned out their waiter’s name was Wade and from Angela’s way of looking at it, he was kind of cute. He was trying to tell them about the specials for the day but all Angela could think about was how cute the man’s butt looked.
“Hey, are you listening to me?” Jake asked when the man was gone
“What?”
“I asked if you were listening to me.”
“Oh, yeah.” But she wasn’t listening. Not exactly. Not only was there Wade but there was maybe a half dozen other men in the restaurant that would be good to fuck.
“We could get a hotel,” Jake was saying.
Yeah, Angela thought. A hotel. That’s what she wanted. Only maybe not the way Jake wanted. She was beginning to think that while she wanted to fuck, she didn’t want to be limited to just one man. In fact, she was sure. She didn’t want to be tied down to just one man.
Wait a minute. That wasn’t right. She wasn’t supposed to be thinking that way.
Why the hell not? Why shouldn’t she think that way?
Angela shook her head. Something was definitely wrong.
“Angela,” she heard Jake saying. “Angela? Hey. You okay?”
She’d been daydreaming, she realized. Something was definitely wrong. She couldn’t seem to take her mind off sex.
“Jake? I think something’s wrong. I think maybe we should go back.”
“But we just got here. Wouldn’t you like to have sex first?”
The answer of course was yes so why was there a part of her that was all alarmed with the way this was going. “I think we need to go.”
“Back to a hotel room, you mean.”
That wasn’t what she meant, only ... only ...
Only what? Jake was right when he’d said she’d feel more alive when she got out of town. Damn, she needed to fuck. She needed it bad, and perhaps, they could do that just once before they went back. “Of course, that’s what I meant. Back to the hotel room. That’s what I wanted.”
“I thought so.” Jake motioned for the waiter and when the man came over, he said, “can we get the check please.”
This was still wrong, Angela told herself. She shouldn’t be doing this, but ...
But there she was being pushed into a hotel room. Just 24 hours, Angela reminded herself. Better make the best of it while you can. Just 24 hours.
But then Jake was coming up behind her and his hands were reaching around her and they felt so good on her tits and she could feel his cock as it pressed up against her bottom and she just forgot to think about anything else at all.
Jake’s hands were lifting her top. She’d worn a particularly tight top since she’d known where they’d be going but now as Jake’s hands seemed to almost peel her top from her skin, now every touch and every caress was turning her on even more.
“Oh fuck,” the maid moaned.
And Jake’s hands were back again, back on her tits, back again to give them a squeeze and Angela couldn’t help but moan. This was just so hot.
The hands were moving again and suddenly her bra was undone but already those hands were sliding down to her jeans.
So Angela’s hands squeezed her tits and as she did, one thought kept going through her mind. Fuck me, that thought said. Fuck me. Fuck me.
The buttons on her jeans made an almost obscene pop as each one was undone and with every button opened, her desire seemed to grow even more. By the time those jeans were finally open, the only thing she could think about was getting her pussy fucked.
The jeans were pushed down around her knees but then the hands were back again, back on her panty-clad bottom and Angela couldn’t help but moan.
It was such a relief when those hands pulled her panties down. Finally, she thought. Finally, she’d been laid bare to this man. She couldn’t wait until this man stuck his cock in her pussy.
And then there he was. She wasn’t sure when the man had gotten his pants down but there was his cock rubbing up against her bottom and she couldn’t help but press herself back against it.
“Easy there,” Jake told her. “Let me do it.”
Angela couldn’t help but groan. “Then do it,” she wanted to say.
He pushed her forward and she landed on her hands and knees right there on the bed but almost as quickly as that had happened, Jake was right there behind her and then his did was pressing up against her hole.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Angela moaned.
“Yeah, you like this, don’t you.”
Wasn’t that obvious, Angela wanted to say but even as the thought was there in her mind, there was that cock stroking her again and again and suddenly, it seemed as if she didn’t need to say anything at all.
“Damn,” Jake groaned.
Fuck yeah, Angela thought. This was what she wanted, and this was what you got when you went after what you wanted.
“I’m going to cum,” the man groaned.
“I want you to do it,” Angela said. “I want you to do it. Cum in my pussy. Do it. Fill me up.”
Jake groaned but there was no doubt that he was doing exactly that and even as he was, Angela’s receptive, little cunt wrapped itself even harder around his cock.
Jake finally pulled back. “Damn that was good.”
Angela rolled forward and then she kicked her jeans and her panties the rest of the way off before she opened her legs for the man before her and she let her fingers slide between her legs. “You want to go again?” she asked.
“Hey now, let a dude catch his breath.”
“What? You’re tired?”
“I didn’t say I was tired,” Jake said. “I just said I needed to catch my breath.”
“But I’m still horny,” Angela whined.
“I know, and I said I’m up for it—”
“Yeah. When you’re not so tired. You know what? Fuck it.” Angela hopped up off the bed and she snatched up her clothes. “You know what. You just stay here and rest up. I’m going out.”
“Where are you going?”
“Out.”
“Out where?”
Angela pulled on her panties and her jeans. Fuck the bra, she thought as she pulled on her top. “Out to find a boy who’s not so tired,” and with that, Angela stormed out of the hotel room, slamming the door behind her.
That had felt good, Angela thought.
Guys were stupid, Angela told herself. One little fuck and what they wanted to do was rest. Girls were different. One little fuck and they were looking for the next cock to fuck. That was the difference between girls and boys.
Wait a minute.
What, Angela challenged herself. What?! There wasn’t a damned thing wrong with what she’d said. Well, other than the fact that guys didn’t have any fucking staying power, but that was their problem, not hers. And besides, she could always find another guy to fuck.
There was something wrong with that. Angela knew it and yet when she ran that thought over in her mind, she just couldn’t seem to figure out what that thing was.
Angela gave herself one last look in the reflection of a window as she passed by. She looked cute she told herself but she wished she’d brought something else. Cute was nice but what she needed was something that said she was available. No. It was more than that. What she needed was something that said she was available right now.
There was a bar down the street. She’d noticed it before when she and Jake had come to the hotel but she hadn’t given it much thought but she was thinking about it now. She didn’t know what kind of a place it was but she hoped it was a good place to pick up guys.
It turned out the place was a country and western bar named Slims. That was okay. She wasn’t coming here for the music but in her jeans and her top, she actually looked right at home. Hell, if she’d have some boots to wear, she would have fit right in with the bar’s clientele.
She didn’t necessarily need to find the most popular man in the place. In fact, popularity might be a bad thing. Popularity might indicate a man in high demand. Popularity might be a pretty boy who wasn’t in it for the long haul. No, popularity wasn’t what she wanted. What she wanted was a man who could fuck and that was the only requirement she had.
As she’d soon find out, the man’s name was Willis McGuyver. He was a big man, and an older man, at least he was older than her. He had a big mustache, and like many of the men in the bar, he wore a cowboy hat but on him, it didn’t look like an affectation. On him, the cowboy hat looked like a part of who he was.
Willis was nursing a beer and he was brooding just a bit. He seemed to be watching everyone but he seemed to be all alone. Right then and there, Angela decided he wasn’t going to be alone for long.
She sidled up to the man. “Hi,” she said.
“Hi,” the man returned.
“You here alone?” Angela asked.
“Yeah.”
“You looking for a friend?”
The man’s big hands stroked his mug of beer as he looked back at her. “Now, little lady,” the man drawled. “Just why would you want to know that?”
“Because I wanted to know if I had any competition.”
In spite of his brooding way, it was clear she’d caught him by surprise. “Now little lady, just what exactly do you mean by that?”
“I think you look hot.”
“’Scuse me.”
“You heard me. I think you look hot, and I want you to take me home and fuck me.”
The man gulped. “What did you say?”
“You heard me. I want you to take me home and fuck me.”
“Now see here, little lady, I think you got yourself the wrong guy.”
“Why? Are you gay?”
“No, but—”
“Don’t tell me you don’t have the right stuff, a big man like you.” Angela stepped a little closer and then almost as if by accident, she let her hand slide between the man’s legs. “No,” she said. “I can tell that’s not the case. You’ve definitely got the right equipment.”
“You’re serious.”
“I wouldn’t say it if I weren’t.”
Willis McGuyver still wasn’t convinced but that didn’t mean he was going to say no. After all, the girl was pretty and she certainly seemed willing and eventually, that’s how Angela found herself in the man’s truck and on the way to his little one-bedroom apartment and that’s how Angela found her way into the man’s bedroom.
Angela couldn’t help herself. “How about we see if I can get this party started,” she cooed.
The man groaned as Angela knelt in front of him and then he groaned again as the woman took down his zipper. “Oh fuck.”
“That’s for later, baby,” Angela said just before she wrapped her lips around the man’s cock.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned again.
Yeah, he’d already said that, Angela told herself, but she was certain she could get a whole lot more out of him than that.
She was getting good at this, Angela told herself. Funny, she’d never considered herself that much of a fan about giving blow jobs, mmm, but this ... yeah, she must be getting good at it because it was making her so wet.
“Fuck,” the man groaned.
Angela pulled her mouth back but her hand stroked the man’s cock. “Do you want me to make you cum?” she purred.
“Yeah,” the man groaned.
“You’re not going to get tired if I do?” Angela asked. “I want you to promise me that you’ll fuck me hard if I do.”
“I’ll fuck you,” the man said.
“You promise?”
“Yeah. I promise.”
“Okay, baby. I guess that’s good enough.”
“Good enough for what? Oh fuck.”
The man couldn’t help but moan as the girl’s mouth moved up and down on his shaft.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned again.
But Angela wasn’t listening. One hand rubbed her pussy even as the other played with her tits and all the while, the man kept fucking her face.
Oh yeah. He was going to cum. He was going to cum in her mouth but that was okay. That was okay because he promised.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned and with that, he started to cum in her mouth.
Angela looked up at the man after his cock was done. “You promised,” she reminded him.
“Yeah, I did, didn’t I?”
The man pulled her to her feet and then he was pushing her onto the bed. Off came her jeans and then off came his. Off came her panties and his underwear followed suit. Off came her top and off came his shirt, too, and finally, she was naked and so was he.
“So you want me to fuck you, do you?”
Angela rubbed her fingers between her legs. She looked up at the man. “I want you to fuck me.”
That was all she said because in the next moment, she was looking up at the man as he slid between her legs and then she felt his cock stroke its way across the outer folds of her pussy and she couldn’t help but gasp. She looked up at the man. “Fuck me,” she moaned.
She couldn’t help but moan as she felt the man enter her. “Oh fuck yeah,” she cried out, but now that she had that cock inside her, that cock just kept coming and coming.
“Oh my God,” she cried out. “I’m going to cum. Oh my God. Make me cum.”
She knew it was going to happen and she knew she couldn’t wait for it to happen.
“Make me cum,” the girl said again. “Make me cum.”
And that’s when she felt it, the surge of the cock and the caress of her cunt as it tightened itself around the man’s cock. Oh my God, the girl thought. He was actually doing it. He was making her cum and it just felt so fucking good.
He was making her cum and all Angela could think about was how she needed him to do this to her again and again and again.
It was morning and Angela awoke with the big man’s hand draped almost possessively around her body. He’d fucked her good long into the night but it was late morning now and wouldn’t you know it but she was horny all over again.
His hand looked so big next to hers. She squeezed his hand which elicited a moan from the man.
“Baby, you up?”
“Yeah,” the man groaned.
“You want to fuck?”
“What? Again?”
“Baby, I want to ride you. I want to ride you, cowboy.”
“You’re kidding.”
Angela turned and then she was pushing against Willis’s shoulder. It didn’t take much to push the big man over onto his back and just as easily as that, she was climbing up on top of his body. “Do I look like I’m kidding?” she asked.
“No,” the man said. “No, you don’t.”
Angela reached between her legs and she took hold of the man’s cock. “Mmm. I kike this.”
“Fuck!”
Angela let her pussy slide down around the man’s cock. “Mmm,” she moaned. “Mmm. That feels good.”
“Don’t you ever get tired?”
“Me? Tired. Heck no. I love to fuck.”
“I can see that.”
Angela saw the man’s cowboy hat sitting there beside the bed. She reached over and took hold of the hat and she placed it on her head. It was of course the only thing she was wearing. “look at me,” she bragged. “I’m a cowgirl. I’m a cowgirl who’s riding your cock.”
The man looked up at the girl, her firm, young tits hardly moving at all as she bounced on his cock, her face a portrait of wanton lust. Fuck!
There was something, Angela told herself. Something about 24 hours. Something about needing to be somewhere. Something about getting back.
What she needed was to fuck.
She needed to fuck ...
And fuck ...
And fuck some more.
Jake looked at his watch and he smiled. If she was going to be here, she would have been here by now, and he would have taken Angela home if she’d asked him. That was part of the deal but considering that she wasn’t here to ask, he wasn’t going to wait around.
If what he’d seen from Susan was any indication, she was just going get sluttier and sluttier the longer she spent away from Skankytown and it would serve her right. She’d stop being a bitch and just be a slut, always on the lookout for the next cock and not caring about anything else other than that. Yeah, the man thought. For all the shit she’d done, that would serve her right.
Two women sat in what looked like a bedroom but what in fact was a television studio. “What do you want me to do to her next?”
“Eat her pussy,” came the typed response.
The first woman cooed appreciatively and then she typed something back on the keyboard. “I like the way you think,” she typed back. “Now watch this.”
The first woman, already naked herself crawled between the other woman’s legs. Her pussy was pointed back at the camera and from the way her butt seductively wiggled, there was no way anyone who was watching could miss just how happy this was making her.
“o geez,” typed the second woman on her own keyboard. “o geez. u should see what she’s doing to me.”
There was a pause before a typed response came back from their unseen viewer.
With the first woman’s face still firmly planted between the other one’s thighs, it was clear who that message was intended for. The second woman played with her breasts as she continued to have her pussy eaten.
“make her play with her pussy.”
“who?” the second woman typed back.
“Her,” typed the unseen viewer. “I want to see Robin play with your pussy.”
The second woman nodded and then she stroked the other woman’s hair. Reluctantly, the first woman pulled her head from between her friend’s legs and words were exchanged before she nodded and once more her mouth slipped between the other woman’s thighs, but moments later, as she continued to lick the other woman’s pussy, a couple fingers reached back to open up her pussy.
“Are you going to cum?” asked the unseen viewer.
“do u want me to”
“You know I do, and your friend too.”
“o baby. u say the nicest things”
“Yeah, but are you going to cum?”
“for u, baby, anything”
The unseen viewer said nothing, but then he didn’t have to. He could see the on-screen action increasing. For one thing, the girl getting her pussy licked was moaning louder, and for another thing, the girl doing the licking was rubbing her pussy even harder.
“o baby,” the one girl typed. “o baby.”
“Are you going to cum?” the viewer typed.
“r u”
“Yeah.”
“me too,” and then as if to prove the point, the on-screen woman moaned even as her body buckled under the continued attentions of the woman between her legs.
“Oh fuck,” came the eventual response from the unseen viewer.
“did u cum”
“Oh yeah. You know I did. How about Robin.”
“ill ask”
Moments later, the first woman pulled back and then she was turning around to face the camera. With just a few taps of the controls, the camera zoomed in on her obviously wet pussy and then her fingers were back, rubbing her pussy harder and harder until her pussy buckled in what was an obvious display of pleasure.
“does that answer your question,” the second woman asked.
“It does.”
“did u enjoy the show”
“You know I did.”
“r we going to see u back here real soon”
“You know you will.”
“good. see u soon”
“See you,” said the unseen viewer and then the viewer signed off and the viewer was gone.
Moments later, the two women signed off their show. “Well,” said Robin. “That was fun.”
“It always is,” said Susan as the two women prepared to leave the room, “but you know what?”
“What?”
“I’m still horny.”
“You always are.”
“What, and you’re not?”
Robin couldn’t help but grin at her friend and her partner. “Now don’t go putting words in my mouth. Did I say I wasn’t horny?”
“No, but—”
“Ladies!”
Both women looked up at the man who’d obviously been waiting for them to emerge. “Jake,” they both said in near unison, and then, “When did you get here?”
“About a half hour ago,” Jake said. “I knew you girls were still doing your show, so I just made myself at home while I waited.”
“You could have come and watched,” Susan said.
Jake just shook his head. “I’d have only been in the way, and to tell the truth, I probably would have been a distraction.”
Both women nodded at that. It had been almost four months since he’d left Susan and Robin here in Skankytown but they’d kept in touch over the time and to all accounts, it seemed as if the two of them had been doing well together.
With their shared adventures, Robin and Susan had hit it off well together and it had seemed only reasonable that the two women might move in together. Susan had gotten herself a job at the hotel working as a maid as it seemed the hotel was now one maid short while Robin had turned her business acumen into starting her own enterprise and it wasn’t long before Robin and Susan were starring in their own web-cam show. Sometimes, they just performed for their viewers and other times, they asked their viewers to join in.
“You still should have come and seen our show,” Susan said.
“You’re assuming I haven’t already seen it.”
“Have you been watching us on the web,” Robin said accusingly.
“Me? Would I do that?”
“Yes,” both women said in near unison.
“So what’s your screen name?” Susan asked.
“I haven’t even said I have a screen name,” Jake said.
“I think he wants to see if the two of us can coax it out of him,” Robin said with a laugh.
“I’m game,” Susan agreed. “What about you?” she asked Jake with a laugh. “You ready to have us coax it out you?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“No,” both women said, again in near unison.
Jake grinned. “Then I guess I’’m as ready as I’ll ever be. Lead on.”