Topic: Kaylee GFE 8/14
From: JustinFightsFire
Gender: M
#Posts: 4
Kaylee GFE 8/14
Posted: August 16, 2019, 2:09pm PST
I kind of stumbled across Kaylee last summer while visiting the ranch with a few friends of mine. Things aren’t great with my wife and I’ve always been hesitant to look at professional help, but at certain times I’ve had no choice but to go that route. At first, I never thought I could or would cheat on my wife. It seemed cruel, heartless. The idea of paying someone money for sex bothered me too. Not spending it, just knowing it was the only reason the woman agreed to be with me. But there is something to be said about having good casual sex with someone I could like and admire yet leave it all in the bedroom. No repercussions afterward.
I got my first glimpse of Kaylee in July 2018. Though she was with another customer and I didn’t get a chance to talk to her that day, Kaylee still embodied every wet dream and fantasy I’ve ever had wrapped up in such an exquisite package. My mind was made up instantly. I had to be with her. I had to see if I could make her forget about the money while she basked in my lovemaking. I wanted to worship her body and make her cum until we both lost count.
But she went off with her customer and had her party that day and I had to leave before it was over. No worries, no big deal, I’d catch Kaylee next time. I know how the business works. Sometimes you must wait your turn.
Except it seemed there would be no next time. I learned during my next visit that Kaylee had moved on from Happy Ending Ranch, she wasn’t going to work there anymore. I was crushed. I asked Jim if she’d gone to another brothel, but he refused to tell me. I get it, I understand. It’s a business and he doesn’t want to help the competition. But I did eventually learn from other mongers, through this website, that Kaylee quit the industry.
So sad, so depressing, I’d lost my only chance.
Fast forward one year and I heard Kaylee was back in town and intended on staying this time. Oh, man, I was beside myself. I never forgot about her or the work of art her body was and how I longed to appreciate every inch of it. I booked an appointment as early as I could at 10 a.m. Wednesday morning. I showed up twenty minutes early, why I don’t know since the house doesn’t open til 10, and stood outside the entrance until Colt let me in.
Kaylee had a slow start to her morning, Colt said, and wouldn’t be out until 10:15 because she was still getting ready. He offered me a free beer, so all was good. Pamela stopped by and joined us. She is a sweetheart in her own right, the fun intelligent beautiful blonde that we all dream of.
Pamela had something to do elsewhere and left, but in an act of perfect timing, Kaylee appeared. My breath caught in my throat when I saw her. I never dreamed that Kaylee could possibly live up to the brief memories I had of her, the pedestal I’d placed her on, but I hadn’t given her proper justice. A living doll was standing before me, but what made me want her even more was her soul. I knew within five minutes that meeting and having sex with Kaylee would be a transcendental experience. Any concerns or hesitation about paying a woman went by the wayside. This was going to be the best sex of my life and I was hellbent on making it the best of hers too.
We talked for a long while at the bar and then moved to the bedroom. She plopped in my lap and her little hand gripped me and stroked me as she asked what I wanted out of our party. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her luscious lips. I refused to be a typical client. This party wouldn’t be about me, it would be about her. I wanted to worship Kaylee’s body and give her sensations she never experienced before. She seemed appreciative of my words, but I don’t know if she believed me. We agreed on the particulars and went through proper procedure, as unromantic (but necessary) as it is, a dick inspection and full shower for me.
I swept her into my arms and carried her back to the bedroom. The transition there from the booking office is lost in my memory. I gently put her in bed and could have stood back and watched her lay there in the little bra and panties she’d changed into at my request, looking impossibly beautiful, and been content. As it was, I probably spent ten minutes studying her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, forever branding her into my memory.
I held her, caressed her, and kissed her, not wanting to do anything else until her body showed me she was ready for more. I was in no hurry to penetrate Kaylee, to fit the square peg in the round hole. I released her dainty bra and watched closely as she freed herself from it, and her amazing tits pointed at me. She admitted they’re fake, but I don’t see how because they looked perfectly natural and amazing. She has sensitive nipples and I set out to tease them until they were as hard as they could get.
My hands were in constant motion caressing, touching, and teasing the erogenous zones of her body. They never lingered in the same spot long enough to become mundane. I could feel Kaylee’s heart pounding as her breathing became shallower and more rapid. When after ages of teasing I finally slipped my hand into her panties, her hips jerked up to meet me.
She has such a sweet little pussy and it loves to be petted. Her thighs clamped together holding my hand in place as a little orgasm swept over her. When her legs relaxed I removed my hand and saw the lust in her eyes. Our next kiss was full of hunger and after a few minutes, I reluctantly separated my lips from hers. I wanted to taste her and I wanted to do that right this second, “I want you on my face pretty girl.”
I had her get into the sixty-nine position on top. I love eating pussy this way for two very important reasons. The first is because of the human tongue. The top of the tongue is relatively rough, while the bottom is silky smooth. With her on top like she was I could use the back of my tongue on her clit without overstimulating it. The build up to orgasm is more gradual and takes a bit longer, but the results are worth the time invested. I’ve licked many women to orgasm this way and the resulting orgasms are always much more intense than the more traditional methods provide.
The second reason is that it gives her something to play with while I’m making her crazy. I almost never cum when I’m in a sixty-nine. I’m so invested in playing with pussy that my cock feels like it is in some far off land. I feel the wonderful sensations, but they are muted enough that I can focus on her pleasure.
Kaylee nearly made a liar out of me regarding my second reason. When I got started feeding on her pussy, she dove onto my cock. The more aroused she got and the closer she got to orgasm, the more intensely she sucked my cock. Fortunately, I made her cum before she could take me over the edge. The sound of her screams as she orgasmed still come back to me as clear as the moment she uttered them.
She was laying on me trying desperately to get her breath back. Her cheek was on my hip and her right hand was slowly stroking my cock while she planted little kisses on the glans. I let her breathing settle down and moved her off and onto the bed. She spread her amazing legs in readiness and I shook my head, “Not yet. Roll over onto your tummy.”
She rolled over and I grabbed the scrunchy on her nightstand. I gathered her hair and bundled it on top of her head, using the scrunchy to secure it out of the way. I picked up the bottle of massage lotion from the warmer on the nightstand and drizzled some onto her upper back. I started at her ears and massaged my way to her feet, memorizing every inch of her body as I went. By the time I finished her feet she was so relaxed that she was nearly comatose.
I rolled her over and kissed her languidly and deeply. Her involuntary hum of contentment was music to my ears. I massaged her front much as I had her back, except that I avoided her nipples and pussy. I would return to them soon enough. When I got to her feet I started all over again, only this time things were different. I started at her extremities, following the caress of my hands with kisses, licks, and nibbles. I was on a mission of discovery, mapping out her erogenous zones and their sensitivity, and noting the best ones for more attention.
When I moved back to her chest I could see it heaving. I nibbled her neck while my thumbs traced her nipples and goosebumps suddenly covered her arms. Our mouths met yet again in a deep and passionate kiss. She broke the kiss this time. I could tell she wanted me to move things along because she was more than ready. I wasn’t yet.
The massage continued only now that she was relaxed, the focus was on arousal. I licked and sucked her nipples while my hand teased her pussy. My fingers slid around her clit, tantalizingly close, but never making contact until her squirming told me that the time for teasing was over. I moved between her legs, grabbed my aching cock, slipped on a condom, and began to rub it up and down her labia. When I slid close to her opening, she thrust at me in an attempt to pull my cock inside.
Her voice was quivering and she was nearly gasping, “Please, I want you inside me.”
My answer was to press the head of my cock into her opening. She let out a gasp as I sank the first few inches into her. Our lips met again and our tongues danced as I carefully penetrated her. I felt my cockhead bump against her cervix and backed off a little. With her comfortable depth established, I could now focus on her pleasure. Our first coupling was slow and tender as I gradually built a nice rhythm. In all honesty, I wasn’t fucking her, I was making love to her and it was life changing.
The slow and gentle lovemaking was serving as another tease, except this tease had some teeth. She wasn’t being brought to orgasm in a few minutes with hard pumping. She was being brought closer in tiny increments that continued to build the pressure until she exploded. Her legs locked around my waist and her arms wrapped around my neck as tightly as she could manage. I held my cock as deep as she could take and flexed it while her orgasm ruled her body.
Kaylee was vocal at points, but not this time. Her mouth was open and her eyes were bulging, but she was incapable of speech. I could tell that in that moment there was nobody home. She was off in some place that her orgasm had taken her and wouldn’t be back until it ran its course. I watched her lovely face through it all and I could tell she was back when I saw the tear roll down her cheek. Our lips met again and I have never felt such passion from another human being. It felt like she was giving me her soul through her lips and tongue.
I didn’t get tears in my eyes. I DIDN’T! It was probably dust in the air or some other irritant. Maybe I have a latex allergy. I couldn’t be falling in love with her. It’s just sex. That’s it. That’s all it is. I’ve said that to myself thousands of times in the past two days. Maybe one day I will believe it.
A quick swipe of my hand to clear my eyes and I’m moving again. I look into her eyes as I pump my cock into her. I want desperately to make her orgasm again before I cum. I pick up the pace yet again and I can feel the immense pressure building. She is so amazing, so beautiful, that I don’t want to cum. I don’t want this to ever end. I’m going to though, of that there is no doubt and she senses it.
Her hips are rising to meet me now and her eyes roll back in her head. I want to watch her face as she cums, but I can’t maintain my focus. Her screams of ecstasy are drowned out by the lightness in my head. I have never cum so hard in my life. Each hot jet of cum nearly made me pass out from the pleasure. I’m amazed the end of the condom didn’t get shot off.
I stayed inside her, supporting myself with my arms so that I didn’t crush her, and kissed her face and her lips until I began to slip from her. I rolled onto my side and pulled her into my arms. We lay there caressing each other in silence, trading occasional kisses for at least half an hour before climbing off the bed like two old people. The shower that followed was joyful. I loved washing her body and discovered that she is quite ticklish. Regretfully, she discovered that I am too.
She changed the sheets and we were soon snuggling back in bed. I didn’t want to pry into her personal life. It wasn’t any of my business unless she made it so. What I did want to know was what made her happy. I fed her questions and she told me about her love of hiking and the outdoors. She told me about how she learned that she loved sex from working at the brothel and wants to go to college. She has a fondness for animals, especially horses, and wants to work as a park ranger one day.
Our two hours were almost up. Kaylee asked that I lay back and allow her to pleasure me. She leaned over and delighted me with a soft blowjob. My mind was racing, my heart thumping.
Five minutes later, the bell tolled, but she told me not to worry, I’d earned a freebie. “This party isn’t over until you cum again. I don’t care if I get into trouble with management or not,” she said. Kaylee didn’t rush. If anything, she drew it out (now I know why mongers have nicknamed her “Kaylee Sucks” on here). It was satisfying, joyful, and electric, but also slow, because she went at it for 20 minutes until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I erupted.
Big time.
I offered to help Kaylee tidy up the bedroom as we’d made a mess, but she said that was her job, not mine, and asked me to wait out at the bar for her to freshen up. I went there and shot the breeze with Colt for a few minutes. Pamela passed by and gave me a little wink, a little smile. “Kaylee is amazing, isn’t she?” “Definitely,” I said, and she went on, maybe ready to give some other guy an incredible experience too.
Kaylee soon reappeared, wearing a new outfit, looking like she was ready for a night of clubbing on The Strip. She talked with me for THREE MORE HOURS. Potential customers came and went, the lineup buzzer sounded a few times, but Kaylee stayed focused on me like I was the most important man in the world. I told her I was low on cash and couldn’t afford this extra time, but she again said not to worry, this wasn’t sex, and there was no charge. She’s a chatterbox and loves talking at the bar.
In closing, in case anyone is considering visiting Happy Ending Ranch, Kaylee is amazing. You could never go wrong with her. She has a girl next door vibe, she’s slender and athletic, like a cheerleader, and has the sweetest, most engaging voice. Thank you, Kaylee. Meeting and then partying with you was the greatest experience of my life.
Trust me, I’ll see you again soon…
-JustinFightsFire
From: DeathsKissMariko_HER
Gender: F
#Posts: 994
Kaylee GFE 8/14
Reply #1 on August 16, 2019, 2:26pm PST
wow! after reading such a panty-melting review, imma head off to my bedroom for a date with my vibrator and read it again!!!
From: HeavyD9116
Gender: M
#Posts: 2712
Kaylee GFE 8/14
Reply #2 on August 16, 2019, 2:53pm PST
So happy to hear you enjoyed your time with Kayleigh, Justin! (It’s Kayleigh, not Kaylee, btw). She is such a cutie with a beautiful personality and disposition. I’d been feeling down and discouraged, but a session with Kayleigh in July cured me. She massaged all my troubles away and injected me with a new love of life. She is so great at caring for others and has a knockout body to match.
>Darius
From: Kwijebo
Gender: M
#Posts: 19
Kaylee GFE 8/14
Reply #3 on August 16, 2019, 3:19pm PST
It took me three visits in July before I smartened up and secured an appointment with Kayleigh instead. Boy was it worth the wait. Her face is just so adorable, and she is wild. I liked her, she liked me. She’s an absolute treasure and so fun to be around.
From: JasperTappinbutts
Gender: M
#Posts: 6
Kaylee GFE 8/14
Reply #4 on August 16, 2019, 4:22pm PST
Thanks for the review on Kayleigh, Justin. Per her numerous positive reviews on this forum, she is one of Flagstone’s finest party choices. Can’t wait until my vacation in October!
J.T.B.
From: Pamela_HER
Gender: F
#Posts: 2034
Kaylee GFE 8/14
Reply #5 on August 16, 2019, 5:15pm PST
Thank you for being such a kind supporter of the brothel, Justin. You made Kayleigh so happy 🙂 and I look forward to that threesome with you and her one day that we spoke of. (hint, hint)
Pamela
From: Colt_HER (Admin)
Gender: M
#Posts: 7712
Kaylee GFE 8/14
Reply #6 on August 16, 2019, 5:22pm PST
Justin, it was a pleasure to sit with you for a few and talk about the upcoming football season (go Ravens!). A lot of mongers feel the same way about Kayleigh as you do, she is definitely one of a kind. Thank you for the visit and we’ll see you next time.
-Colt
From: omgitskayleigh_HER
Gender: F
#Posts: 42
Kaylee GFE 8/14
Reply #7 on August 16, 2019, 5:31pm PST
Justin!! A transcendental experience??? You’re making me blush! I never expected to read such a detailed written review about me. It’s the best ever and I thank you so much for it!
You are a very skilled lover and an even kinder man. :> I look forward to our next party and hope that your knee is feeling better soon too.
Hugs and kisses, Kay-Kay 🙂
From: KenzieCams_HER
Gender: F
#Posts: 512
Kaylee GFE 8/14
Reply #8 on August 16, 2019, 6:45pm PST
I agree, this was a FANTASTIC review! Excellent job giving credit to your sweet lady and helping educate others on what great times can be had with us at Happy Ending Ranch. Kudos!
From: tony435
Gender: M
#Posts: 1
Kaylee GFE 8/14
Reply #9 on August 16, 2019, 7:37pm PST
I first met Kayleigh after she began touring at Happy Ending Ranch last year. And as soon as we met, she had my full attention. So much has been said about her it is hard to add anything new. Beautiful, fun, caring, easy to talk to with a bubbling personality. If you haven’t partied with Kayleigh, you are really missing out. Though she can be quite addictive – trust me, I should know. …
-Tony
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Lindsay was so used to getting fucked nowadays and so accustomed to the overwhelming arousal it brought that being with her clients – often older men – was sacrilegious yet at the same time shamefully addicting. Never forget you are a bed girl for men’s pleasure, a submissive whore. But was “accustomed” the proper word? No, Lindsay craved the degrading act of being stripped and paid to take dick ad infinitum by total strangers. Certain parties like this one, tonight, being bent over the desk and having her ass rimmed by her latest trick, a seventy-two-year-old retiree from Ontario, would propel her into a stratosphere high above the world she’d known long before taking this job. It’s okay to let my “inner whore” out so she can have her fun, too, isn’t it? When Lindsay glanced over at the mirror and saw the pert ovals of backside on the oakwood squirming rather frantically atop Joe’s rough but sensual lapping tongue, she was again reminded that the brothel was a wonderland of sex and debauchery and she had no intention of leaving it any time soon.
After all, this was the privilege all these mongers paid huge sums of money for, right? Women like Lindsay, Pamela, Kenzie, and all the others, too, were here to be poked, prodded, groped, and deflowered by these random consumers, to be fucked along every bodily avenue the law and house allowed so their cravings could be enjoyed in the vilest ways imaginable.
“It’s time for your birthday present, honey.” Joe retreated to the bedside and a quick tug had Lindsay sitting pretty on his lap. He curled one hand around her neck and anchored the other on her hip. Lindsay’s breath staggered as his hard thickness forged its way inside her, tight and wet. “That’s right; it’s time to take a ride on your pony.”
Daddy/little girl age-play still stood high atop Lindsay’s list of favorite role-plays, so the deep moan she emitted as she slid down his dick was guttural, authentic. Joe couldn’t suppress his own shriek, either, as the nineteen-year-old’s Kegel muscles seized his length and he started her off with tiny bounces, reverse cowgirl style, extraordinary pleasure clawing up his spine.
“Put your hands on my thighs, little girl,” Joe said, “and just ride. You can ride the pony as long as you like.”
Lindsay obeyed him and began to ride with frantic up and down motions, his cock skewering her wetness with blazing friction.
“There you go. That’s it.” Joe reached out and bracketed Lindsay’s waist, rubbing the arc of her hipbones with his thumbs. “Ahh, ‘atta girl. Daddy likes to see you ride. You’re so good at it.” Holding her around her middle was enchanting, too, and the pinkness of her bottom from the earlier groping, as well as her harsh, panting breaths as his cock had its way, all made it a memorable bang for Joe.
As he burrowed his face into the hollow of her collarbone, the scent of mandarin and orange blossom perfume intoxicated him. “You can ride your pony whenever you want from now on.”
Of course, in keeping with the theme of the role-play, Lindsay’s enviable curves were showcased in a black and gray bra; a black open front cropped tie-top fastened at her midriff, exposing her flat stomach; a flimsy gray plaid miniskirt; and knee-high checkered socks. Joe reclined further and enjoyed the coupling with his private, all-inclusive schoolgirl – the fantasy he’d paid a premium amount for – while also swatting her ass from time to time so he could hear those lovely whimpers of distress.
Anticipation for more launched through his body, so he took Lindsay’s pig-tail braids in both hands to pull her head back like she was the filly and gave her pussy a masterful jockeying. The heat around them intensified. Together with the feeling of her petite frame all along his front, possessing Lindsay in this manner and having her at his disposal no matter how she writhed, the pressure on his cock, and the idea that she was young enough to be his granddaughter, Joe could taste his heart thudding in his throat. This girl had opened the doors to a paradise of indulgence he had never once considered could exist.
“Daddy … oh, Daddy. Oh, Daddy, that feels so good.” Lindsay’s voice had departed from her conscious control, but she still had the wherewithal to look at her face in the mirror and saw a wince cross it as Joe’s hands scoured down her torso and mauled her breasts. His bony, calloused fingers curled over the dual cups of her bra and pulled it down, exposing her nipples. Lindsay’s pussy, stretched by this married man’s cock, and her rectum, well lubricated by his tongue, clenched hard, and soon an orgasm washed over her in a skin-shifting dance. “I love my new pony, Daddy!”
Several hours later, the lewd ritual – the transaction – again repeated itself, only this time with a different vibe and monger. With Shahid’s calves on either side of her thighs and his cock giving her pussy what had it coming in the doggy style position, Lindsay’s eyes were trained straight ahead, her mouth dangling open, as the man held her hips and rode her hard, over her pulled-down G-string, like a Bay Arabian stallion moving fast across the desert. She flattened her palms against the headboard, pushing back into him to keep from banging her skull.
In fact, Shahid used Lindsay all night, as he’d purchased twelve hours in total, and woke her at seven in the morning to suck his cock. He let his hands do all the instructing, too, wordlessly moving Lindsay down the bed so that she would do what she must, and herself stay silent except for the splendid wet sounds of professional fellatio. Shahid loved the sloppy drip of saliva falling from her chin as he pulled out intermittently to allow Lindsay feverish gasps but was anxious to fill her mouth and make her gag again.
“Too hot, too cold?”
“It’s fine, sir.”
“Get inside and face the wall, then, you filthy American girl.”
Forty-five minutes prior to the end of their party, Lindsay did what she was told, hands pressed flat to the tiles while the soothing run of water cascaded from above. It soaked Lindsay’s face, all her hair. She bowed her head and let it flow like a river down her spine.
Shahid stepped into the shower as well, closing the beveled glass door with a soft magnetic click before his body settled in behind Lindsay. Though fit and handsome in a worldly, aristocratic way, and with bankrolls of money at his disposal, Shahid did little to impress Lindsay on a personal level. He reminds me of Mike; he’s way too rich, way too arrogant. Thinks the world revolves around him. Still, Lindsay had a job to do, a customer to satisfy.
Shahid stroked her head, combing his fingers through it, pulling the long locks back over her shoulder and into the streaming water.
“Face the wall,” he again said when Lindsay started to look back. “Do as I tell you.” She pursed her lips and resisted rolling her eyes before he took the showerhead down from its holder. “Tip your head back. Further.”
Lindsay lifted her eyes to the ceiling, half closing them in sudden pleasure when Shahid again wet her hair. He soothed his hands down the long blonde lengths, mindful to first keep the water and then the shampoo out of her eyes while lathering it.
One of Lindsay’s weaknesses was the sensation of strong, masculine hands running through her hair, soaping, stroking, and massaging her scalp until the bones seemed to melt right out of her legs. Shahid washed, rinsed, and washed again. He was silent, gauging her reactions, working the conditioner in until every strand was taken care of. Lindsay had a lot of hair, of course, but the man was in no rush, thankfully, running his fingers through over and over again. Once done, he gathered all her hair, twisting the mass up into a loose bun on top of Lindsay’s head where he pinned it with two clips.
“Hips back,” Shahid said. “Feet apart. Now we fuck.”
Joe returned that evening and enjoyed dinner at the bar before he purchased another hour, this time with Lindsay role-playing as Little Red Riding Hood (and him the Big Bad Wolf), prompting a chorus of moans and wet slaps of energetic fucking to filter out from her bedroom. Lucas Morrison, a veteran, long-time monger, and staunch supporter of the house, showed up for the first time since December, plucked Lindsay from a lineup, and used her with a supreme skill from the start, causing her to shudder into an explosive series of orgasms.
But once Lucas left and she thought she had a moment to catch her breath, Lindsay was back at it again as the prized, submissive plaything of Cordell, a farmer, and mountain of a man from Montana. It had been a lifelong fantasy of Cordell’s to have a sweet young blonde girl like this to call his private property, even if it was only temporary, and when he fucked her over the study desk in her private room, Lindsay’s backside bore six fresh welts that made her wail out in anguish at each insertion.
Of course, Lindsay wasn’t the only prostitute staying busy on this hectic Saturday.
“God, Pamela. Your mouth. I’ve missed your mouth.” While Shahid was saying his goodbyes earlier this morning in the parlor, Charlie Winters, of Detroit, reclaimed Pamela’s lips in her bedroom, relishing the taste.
Though it had only been two months since their last party, that was far too long to be away from his all-time favorite provider, so Charlie was akin to a starving man, eating for the time in ages, yet somehow also felt like no time had passed. Pamela’s kisses, her scent, and the feel of her hand stroking his erection through his Bermuda shorts like she never wanted to let go were downright titillating. Her tongue met his lick for lick, like a blissful dance. This would be Charlie and Pamela’s fifth party overall, the first happening in July 2018 when she took his virginity.
The thirty-seven-year-old hadn’t been with another woman since.
Nor did he have any desire to.
Charlie broke their kiss and rested his forehead against Pamela’s. His heart leaped like a wild stag in his throat as trembling fingers undid the zipper on the back of her metallic black dress, which accentuated a narrow waist and molded to perfect breasts. With the material parted, Pamela started to shrug it away, but Charlie stopped her.
“Please don’t,” he whispered.
“Why not?” Pamela’s skin was flushed, her lips swollen, and her body ripe for consumption. She was a sublime mixture of seductive and innocent. A lethal dose of beauty and intelligence. An intriguing combination of vulnerability and strength. She was Charlie’s dream come true, dammit, and he still had visions of making hers come true as well.
“We have eight hours to be together today,” he said. “Let’s take it slow because I want to enjoy you. Please. …”
Pamela’s eyes, giving and wholesome, devastated him. “Of course, baby. We’ll go as slow as you want. You tell me what you want, and that’s what we’ll do.”
Ninety minutes prior to closing time, the impenetrable brick wall in her bedroom bumped against Lindsay’s back. She hitched a breath, but there wasn’t time for anything else as Frank’s mouth crashed down on hers in the most brutal fashion. A seasoned monger from Wisconsin, Frank stole what little breath Lindsay had through their kiss and made it his own with the same level of intensity that buckled her weakening knees. The torrid grip on her upper arms was gone, but only so he could shift his hold. Frank grabbed her ass with equal rage, his fingers digging in, scrubbing Lindsay up against the wall as he jerked her off her tiptoes and yanked her hips into his.
She caught his shoulders, but instead of getting stability, he lifted her all the way off her feet. She didn’t fall, though. With the wall at her back, his sheer size held her captive.
“Please fuck me,” Lindsay whined. “Oh God, I need it so bad. Please, please fuck me. …”
To be so tightly held, to have her body dominated and controlled and used by all these hungry, horny men, had indeed catapulted Lindsay to a realm she had never imagined in her wildest dreams. She was loud and vocal during her parties, often screaming helplessly, because the pleasure was so great it became pain, just as the pain had somehow become pleasure.
Long after the house had closed, at five o’clock in the morning and in the comfort of the bed she now shared with Colt and Pamela in the office, although Lindsay was so sore she thought beforehand she didn’t want another cock inside her for at least a week – no, that’s silly; just a few hours – the urges were returning.
She squirmed beneath the covers, enjoying the flower of arousal blooming at the thought of being on her knees in the public hallway, her miniskirt up and panties down, and Colt not fifteen feet away, cracking the curtain every now and then to steal another peek. In her daydream, she was watching Colt through her hair and knew every time he’d done it as she tended to her own two favorite all-time mongers, Tony Dinallo and Dave Gregory, a dick in each hand, and alternating her mouth between them.
Lindsay shook herself free of the vision, but the damage was already done. Her pussy was molten, aching, and throbbing, and she needed satisfaction in the worst way possible. Colt fills with jealousy whenever Pamela and I are with other guys. Lindsay smiled so wide that it dimpled her cheeks. Riley said he was pacing up and down the hall earlier – tearing his hair out – when we had those extended parties.
I don’t know why, but I think that’s kinda hot.
A moment later, Colt jolted awake and had to grit his teeth as he slapped a hand against the mattress and braced himself. Lindsay had peeled back the covers, pushed his boxer briefs out of the way, and applied her lips and tongue to his unsuspecting, but thankful cock.
With Pamela still fast asleep on the opposite side, Lindsay launched an all-out oral assault, taking Colt inside. She licked and stroked and sucked and licked again like an expert. A slash of desire tightened Colt’s gut as he couldn’t recall the last time Pamela woke him like this. On second thought, had she ever? This new forbidden romance he had taken on with an oversexed teenager to complement his bombshell bride was going to be quite a monumental challenge to physically (let alone mentally) pull off.
“Lindsay, sweetheart.” His hand went to her head, stroking her silky hair and tangling in the thick spools. “What are …? What time is it? Oh, Lindsay. My God, sweetheart.”
She sucked harder, deeper, her cheeks drawing inward as she bobbed up and down with rapid-fire movements.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” he soon warned her, gulping his throat.
“Good. This isn’t meant to make you last. I want your cum, and I want it now.”
Without warning, Lindsay changed things up, gripping his dick and cocooning the swell of her breasts around it.
Surrounded by soft, warm flesh, Colt was spiraling out of control as his cock accelerated between the slippery vise of her cleavage. Lindsay’s ponytail ricocheted on her shoulder and she titty-fucked him with all the force and vigor she could muster. She made certain his dick stayed imprisoned, too, her hands applying maximum pressure.
“I want your cum.” Lindsay’s voice was coarse with possession as she dropped a fresh string of spit into her cleavage. “Give it to me.”
She bounced harder. Adrenaline exploded deep within Colt’s core and refused to subside. His heart zoomed into supersonic speed.
Lindsay’s eyes remained locked and loaded as she guided him to the precipice, continuing to deposit fresh spittle every five to seven seconds. When he grabbed at her, clawing to keep hold of his sanity, the luscious embrace of cleavage disappeared but was immediately replaced by her mouth.
“I said give it to me!”
Colt roared out and held Lindsay’s head so tight that the veins strained and popped in his forearms. His cock spasmed into her mouth and Lindsay felt, and tasted, the fruits of her labor. She didn’t pull back. She didn’t even flinch. Lindsay steadied herself and kept her lips sealed as Colt’s hips bucked upward on sheer impulse, her spit-covered fist milking desperately, and she vacuumed up everything he had to offer.
Lindsay purred with triumph once the cascade of semen reached its conclusion and carefully withdrew her head from Colt’s dick, her hands still latched around his hips. Her eyes sparkled for a split-second before she spread her lips wide, showcasing a thick pool of sperm resting atop her tongue and in her mouth.
“Oh my God! Look at all that cum!” All the commotion had stirred Pamela awake, too, as she was perched beside Colt and pointed at Lindsay. “You look like a porn star who just had a blowbang with five guys.”
Lindsay grinned and crooked a finger.
Pamela climbed over her husband and was kissing Lindsay in record time, their mouths locked as one. Colt’s satisfied, weary gaze surveyed the scene as throats rippled, indicating the two ladies were swapping that big guzzle of sperm back and forth.
Learning to share their man equally.
Lindsay had a grip on the back of Pamela’s neck as she broke the lip lock and pulled away. Now it was Pamela’s turn to open her mouth and remind Colt that she could be a naughty girl too. They’d swapped his cum four or five times already, then once more as Pamela gave it back to Lindsay in a new kiss. Colt closed his eyes and summoned a deep breath, holding it in, and looked skyward for help.
“It’s yours, baby,” Pamela conceded, grinning. “Take it, enjoy it, savor it. You earned it.”
Lindsay smiled and let the gooey mess funnel down the back of her throat. I wish I could suck all my mongers off without a condom and swallow their cum too. And when she popped her lips open seconds later with an exaggerated sound, joy overtook Lindsay’s features, and she demonstrated to Pamela – and especially Colt – that her mouth was empty.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned.
All Lindsay had ever wanted in life was someone to depend on, someone to love and care for, and to give herself to him or her unconditionally.
She had more than someone now, that’s for sure; she had two people.
“Inside,” Lindsay whispered to Colt six days prior on that magical night in Maryland, their bodies tangled together. “I want you inside me.” She trailed the back of her hand, slow and tender, along the tattoo on his ripped, chiseled torso. “I’ve waited a year for this, and I don’t want to wait no more.”
Lindsay shifted both hands to Colt’s shoulders and his tongue swept over hers, easing into a kiss so sweet and gratifying she wanted to live inside it forever. With Pamela off to the side and smiling, allowing them to have their long-awaited “moment”, Colt drew Lindsay onto his lap and guided her legs around his waist. Her skin was soft as could be and he cupped her backside with one hand. Lush breasts pressed against his chest. Colt’s opposite hand cradled Lindsay’s face, then slid behind her head and into the warmth of her hair, pulling her mouth closer.
But Lindsay wasn’t merely kissing him anymore. She was eager, demanding, and selfish. Yet Colt was right there with her, giving himself over to their passion. Emotions that transcended need, were more powerful than want, even stronger than love itself, consumed him. Tongues met and dueled with such urgency it sent Lindsay’s hips off his lap. She clung to Colt with all her might, fingernails carving zig-zags into his shoulders as he also surrendered to the fervor he’d been holding back for far too long.
“Fuck her, Colt,” Pamela said. When he stilled, just like that, he looked over and connected eyes with his wife, a hundred different sensations swirling. “Fuck her for me. I want to watch.”
Colt blew out one final anguished breath, lifted Lindsay’s ass, tilted her hips to line up with his, and hit the spot that made her head roll back and neck arch. The air ignited all around them as she again leaned forward and thrust her tongue into his mouth, running her fingers up his gorgeous face and through his hair. Colt was so big, so strong and delicious, Lindsay wanted to savor everything – the taste of his mouth, the feel of his tongue as each took their fill, the press of his hand on her bottom, and the tornado of heat and intimacy as she put her own hands on his chest, realizing how fast, how hard his heart was beating, as his pelvis slapped against her ass. He broke the kiss but sealed his lips to her neck, gorging his hunger as she straddled his cock and rode him like a bull. Lindsay’s arms shook as lust spread like wildfire, branching through her body, and causing her nipples to sting.
And then there was Pamela.
Brown eyes, full lips, frizzy, windblown hair, a killer body. But it was the way Pamela looked at Lindsay, the penetrating gaze cruising her figure as if she’d always been part of her life and, more importantly, always would be.
Without a word, Pamela attacked Lindsay’s mouth with a kiss. Shattered by its intensity, its raw emotion, Lindsay let loose with a series of muffled gasps and pleas when Pamela’s tongue gained entrance, staking claim to every inch of her mouth. Lindsay breathed hard, still bouncing her bottom up and down Colt’s cock, side to side, trying to find a rhythm that matched her insatiable need.
But when Pamela ended the kiss and turned to Colt with a soft, breathy “come for me, baby,” he nearly lost it, grunting out and clinging to Lindsay’s slim body for all he was worth. Lindsay didn’t relent, either, fucking him harder, milking him tight and fast. A rush of energy burst through Colt like he’d been jolted with a live wire.
And then, holy hell, Pamela was kissing him, too, her tongue insistent, and once Lindsay crashed into oblivion herself and bit down on his shoulder, Colt did lose it, bucking with abandon. He clutched at Lindsay’s arms to remain upright, winded and quivering, utterly lost in the moment. A vocal stream of incoherency fled from his lips as never in his life had he experienced an orgasm so intense, so mind-blowing, so shamelessly hot.
“I love you, Colton David McCarron,” Lindsay said moments later as they snuggled together in the aftermath, her head resting atop his collarbone. “I love the way you care for all your employees and how you’re always protecting Pamela at work, and the way that vein throbs in your neck when you become anxious. I love your kind, easygoing demeanor, and the way you steal looks of me when you think I’m not looking. I just love being with you,” she moved her forehead atop his, “and am looking forward to a beautiful eternity with not only you but Pamela as well. The three of us … a family.” Now, the tears started. “I’m the luckiest girl alive.”
Colt looked up at Lindsay and smiled, his heart full. “I love you too.” He moved his hand to rest on her head. “I love you, sweet girl. I love you. I will do anything to make you happy. Anything.” His left arm reeled Pamela in a little closer, a little tighter, as she, too, was snuggling with them in bed. “I love both of you more than you’ll ever know.” The exciting thought of his new reality enveloped Colt’s mind like a shroud and almost turned it into a mass of white static. “This is definitely where I belong.”
(End of Chapter 29 – to be continued)
