Cause you know I love you, gals (original) (raw)

[	mood	|	dirty	]
[	music	|	Dr Stranglove	]

Six months after her husband left her, the thing Rose found herself missing the most was the sex. It was most odd. Most of the time she couldn’t have cared less if she ever saw the bastard again but sometimes when she lay in bed at night she was so horny there was nothing for her to do but stroke herself to orgasm after orgasm. She wanked until her poor thrashed clit couldn’t take it anymore.
And even worse there was no sign of any break in the drought manwise. Her friends insisted on setting her up with single friends of their husbands or boyfriends but they were all such duds that Rose couldn’t imagine ever wanting to see them again, much less fucking any of them. However, the situation was becoming desperate. On the night she found herself sitting opposite a monobrowed IT consultant with halitosis and actually contemplated taking him home with her just for the feeling of a man’s body above hers, she knew it was time to do something.
One afternoon, feeling almost dirty, she anxiously looked over her shoulder in an internet café and typed ‘male escorts’ into google.co.uk.
Most of what she had to sift through was sleazy crap, but eventually she found her way to a site called Elite Escorts. “Elite and Discreet”, the banner across the top of the screen proudly proclaimed.
That’ll do, Rose thought, clicked on ‘gallery’ and began scrolling through the pictures of young men pulling sultry pouts for the camera.
The instant she saw Gerry she knew he was the one. Tall, with a head of dark hair and flashing grey green eyes that promised so much, her crotch was moistening at the sight of him. Before she could change her mind, she pulled out her mobile phone to make an appointment.

He was even better looking in person, Rose discovered excitedly, and insistent on putting effort into making it feel as though he was actually seducing her despite the fact that she’d ordered him for sex the same way anybody else might order a pizza. He slowly undressed her, kissed her all over her body and finally eased her back onto the bed for the fucking of her life. When it was all over, he simply kissed her cheek and left.
That, she thought, pussy still tingling from his ministrations, was worth every penny.
Soon their assignations became regular weekly meetings. It was different every time. Sometimes they met in a bar and the whole thing had the feel of a date, other times he simply came to her flat and took her furiously against the wall without saying so much as a word. Sometimes Rose even forgot she was paying him, until her credit card statements arrived as grim little reminders.

One night they met at a bar. Rose was wearing a halterneck black dress with a plunging neckline and she saw his eye reflectively drop to her bosom as she sat down at the table with him. “You look lovely,” he said huskily, taking her hand and brushing his lips over her knuckles.
“I’m not wearing any panties,” she hissed into his ear.
“You’re not? Let’s see.” He ran one hand up her thigh and brushed one finger over her outer lips. The briefest touch was enough to have her tingling all over. “You naughty girl,” he grinned, pulling his hand away.
“Shall we go?”
“In a minute. I have a favour to ask you.”
“Oh?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, something you’ll enjoy very much, I promise.”
She stroked his thigh. “Sounds intriguing, tell me more.”
His breath was warm in her ear as he leaned in close, and she shivered. “Have you ever been fucked by two men at once?”
The question startled her enough to splutter into her margerita. “No! Why do you ask?”
He paused, as though considering his approach. “I have a friend,” he said finally. “Almost an apprentice, really. He’s new to the business….I’m showing him the ropes, as it were.”
“And you want him to come to bed with us?” Despite herself, she was getting wet at the thought.
“Would that be alright? There would be no extra charge, of course.”
She shrugged. “Let’s have a look at him, then.”
He looked up and gestured to somebody at the bar. Rose looked him up and down as he approached and instantly liked what she was saw. He was more boyish than Gerry, with an impudent grin and wide blue eyes. There was an air of innocence about him that drew her irresistibly.
“This is Hugh,” Gerry said, and Hugh nodded as he sat down. He seemed nervous, and she reached over and stroked his hand. They were already attracting admiring glances from other girls in the bar, and the knowledge that she’d soon have both of them all to herself excited her.
“Let’s go to my flat,” she said, and they both stood and followed her outside to the taxi rank.
In the back of the taxi she sat wedged between them, and while Gerry kept his hands to himself and stared out of the window, Hugh slid one soft hand along her thigh and under her dress. “Gerry told me you were beautiful,” he whispered hoarsely into her ear. “But he didn’t do you justice.”
He’s a smooth one, she thought, parting her thighs slightly to give him access and his grin broadened as he discovered her knickerless state. “Bad girl,” he whispered, and flicked his tongue across her earlobe. Impulsively the turned and kissed him, her tongue sliding into his mouth and dueling furiously with his. He deftly eased one finger between her lips and skillfully sought out her clit, gently sliding the tip of his finger back and forth over it in smooth, sensual strokes. She moaned into his mouth and opened her legs as much as the cramped space would allow. Finally Gerry allowed her to sling her leg over his, and he stroked the soft skin of her inner thigh as though strumming a guitar while Hugh continued massaging her towards orgasm. Gerry’s hand slid under her chin, forcing her head towards his where he kissed her hard. As their tongues entwined, she reached down and stroked the massive bulge in his groan, and he moaned. That was enough to finally send her over the edge, and as he felt her orgasm building Hugh slid two fingers into her, wanking her furiously until she broke Gerry’s kiss, flung her head back and groaned loudly as she came.
Meanwhile, Gerry leaned forward and nonchalantly gave directions to the startled driver.
“That was only the beginning,” Hugh promised in a hoarse whisper as she recovered.
They arrived at her building and Hugh got out first, offering her his hand as she too stepped out onto the road. The small gesture of chivalrousness pleased her. Gerry paid the driver and the two of them followed her into the foyer.
“Are their security cameras in here?” Hugh asked in the lift, sweeping one hand underneath her skirt and cupping her right buttock.
“Yes,” Gerry answered tersely, and Hugh grinned conspiratorially at her as though they were a pair of naughty school children.
Once they were inside her flat Gerry embraced her straight away, pulling her close and massaging her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress while Hugh eased her coat from her shoulders and began kissing her neck. She could feel his hard on through his trousers as he rubbed himself against her ass. His obvious arousal excited her more and his hot breath the back of her neck sent shivers down her spine.
With feverish fingers she went to work on the buttons of Gerry’s shirt, running her lips over his collarbone and downward to his nipples. She was so excited that she barely noticed as Hugh undid the catch that fastened her dress around her neck. She gasped, the silk caressing her as the top of the dress collapsed around her waist. Gerry’s response was instant, raising his hands once more and pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Groaning happily, she tilted her hand back in the groove of Hugh’s shoulder and arched her back, eager for the feeling of Gerry’s mouth on her. He didn’t disappoint, lowering his head and swirling his delicious tongue around each nipple in turn then biting on them gently. Hugh, meanwhile, had lifted her skirt and was gently stroking the soft skin of her backside. She sensed his hesitancy – suddenly he didn’t know what to do next. Gerry took control, lifting his head and meeting Hugh’s eye over her shoulder. “Lick her out,” he ordered, and Hugh obediently sank to his knees behind her. The feeling of his tongue flicking between the cheeks of her ass was enough to have her crying out, then she felt his warm breath on her inner thigh. Their positions made things awkward, and she parted her legs as much as she could, arching her back to help him. He wound his arms around her thighs and pulled her down onto his face, running his tongue along the lengths of her pussy with tantalizing slowness. A wave of pleasure washed over her, so intense that suddenly it was only Gerry’s arms around her that kept her upright. His eyes never left hers – it was as though he were fascinated by the sight of pleasure he was not giving. Meanwhile, Hugh continued to tease her, returning to his starting point and licking her slowly again, then nibbling on her gently before tonguing her a third time. Gerry’s lips were raised in a half smirk as he once more bowed his head and turned his attention to her breasts. The feeling of two strong male mouths on her was almost enough to push her over the edge and when Hugh finally put her out of her misery and began lashing her clit with fierce tongue strokes, she gave herself up to both of them completely and set about waking up the neighbors with aircraft decibel moaning. Gerry’s lips worked their way upwards, over her collarbone and neck, before firmly clamping over hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth, as he seized one of her thighs and hoisted it upwards towards him as though they were dancing a tango. She felt Hugh maneuvering himself around under her so he was attacking her side on, gently spreading her lips and exposing the entirety of her wetness to his mouth. Once more he applied his mouth to her as though savouring the soft insides of a particularly delicate exotic fruit, his tongue accompanied this time by two fingers sliding inside her.
“Are you enjoying this?” Gerry hissed into her ear, grinning. “Remember he’s still learning…”
“I don’t think he has anything left to learn,” she sighed back.
He kissed her. “Why don’t we see what else he can do…”
She shook her head. “Let him make me come first…”
“How far away is that?”
She threw back her head and moaned as Hugh began fingering her, punctuating his strokes with deft tongue flicks over her clit. “Not long…”
“Good.” He seized her head and forced her back into his eye line. “Look into my eyes while you do.”
She was so perilously close to orgasm she was barely listening. “What?”
“I want to look into your eyes while another man makes you come, honey bee,” he informed her hoarsely, pinching her left nipple hard between his fingers as though to emphasise his point, and she obediently maintained his eye lock as her orgasm hit her with freight train intensity.
“Oh God…..oh….._God_….”
Gerry’s eyes never left her. She could feel his breath quickening on her face, as though he too were nearing a climax. The feeling of shared experience created new intimacy between them, and she collapsed against his chest as Hugh finally pulled away and stood up, licking his lips and grinning cheekily. “How did she taste, Hugh?”
He theatrically sucked on his fingers. “Sweetest pussy I ever licked.”
She was still breathing hard as she turned towards him. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“Yes.” He stepped towards her, nuzzling her cheek and sliding her dress down over her hips so she was completely naked. “But I’m lying to all the rest of them…”
She silenced him with a kiss, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it back over his shoulders. His chest was smooth, flat and hairless, with small nipples that puckered reflexively as she brushed her fingers over them. She pressed herself against him, feeling his erection digging hard into her belly through her trousers, and he was breathing hard as he pulled away. “This cat wants to play, Gerry. Shall we take her to bed?”
But Gerry was two steps ahead, discarding his remaining clothes and leading the way to the bedroom.
Rose turned and smiled coquettishly. “It seems you’re overdressed, sunshine,” she said, undoing his fly zipper and easing his trousers over his hips. To her surprise, he wasn’t wearing any underwear and his penis sprang out like a tree sapling.
“I’m bad like you,” he informed her, kicking his trousers away. Unable to resist, she sank to her knees and gently circled the head of his cock with a slow tongue stroke. He moaned, hands clamping reflexively on the back of her head. One eyebrow raised cheekily, she pulled away and stood up. “Just a taster,” she said, and he was practically bouncing as he trailed her down the corridor to the bedroom.
Gerry was sitting on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly stroking his erection as though it were a family pet. “Lie down, Hugh,” he said, and Hugh obediently reclined onto the pillows. Rose maneuvered herself on top of him, kissing him and then sitting up a little and offering him her tits. He didn’t hesitate, sucking gently on her nipples then running his tongue along to underside of each breast. She threw her head back and moaned happily, then returned the favor, working her way down his body to his groin. She teased him, nuzzling his belly, running her tongue along the thin strip of skin above his public hair. His hips bucked as he moaned as she rubbed his hard on gently against her cheek. Crouched on all fours, she was intensely aware of the view Gerry must have, and recalled with a frission of delight that doggy style was his favorite position.
He didn’t disappoint. As she gently took Hugh into her mouth, she felt him behind her, his hands teasing her, stroking and pinching her buttocks. She arched her back and ground herself against him, desperate for the feel of his cock as she worked Hugh’s shaft like an ice cream cone. The younger man was less able to control himself than Gerry, and she could feel that his climax wasn’t far off. “Slowly,” Gerry told her, rubbing his cock between the cheeks of her ass. “We don’t want our boy to lose his load, do we?”
She obediently pulled away, turning her attention instead to the inside of his thighs.
Meanwhile, Gerry finally slid inside her and the exquisite hardness was enough to have her arching her back and launching a moan of pleasure towards the ceiling. Hugh raised himself onto his elbows, cheeks flushed, still breathing hard, and met her eye. “Do that again,” he hissed pleafully. “Please?”
Looking into his eyes, riding the waves of pleasure sent up each time Gerry’s length slid into her, Rose wondered if she was dreaming. Sure, she’d had two gorgeous men desperate for her before, but this time she was awake!
Unable to resist the unadulterated lust in Hugh’s blue eyes, she once more turned her attention to his bobbing hard on. He flung himself back onto the pillows, moaning happily, as she ran her tongue up and down his shaft, took each of his balls into her mouth in turn, then returned to where she’d started and sucked gently on his tip. She could feel his ab muscles straining and tensing as she ran her hands over them, his back arching and releasing as he writhed beneath her. Meanwhile, she herself was beginning to lose control as Gerry’s thrusts became faster and more urgent, pleasure accompanied by a familiar tinge of pain brought on by the sheer size of the man. Being fucked hard by a giant cock was an experience she’d never had with her husband, and she still enjoyed the novelty. He had a firm grasp of her hips, pulling her back to meet each thrust, the slap of skin on skin almost drowning out Hugh’s moans from beneath her. She took as much of him as she could into her mouth, all to award of the pleasurable vibration her own moaning added to his experience. As she sucked on one mans cock, with another inside her, Rose felt her own orgasm building irresistibly again.
But she never got the chance. Gerry’s breath mutated into a series of low, gruff moans, the strokes of his cock coming faster and faster, then he let out one long bellow, pressing into her hard as though trying force even more of himself inside her. She felt him come and raised her head, arching her back as he emptied himself into her.
Hugh, meanwhile, was looking disconcerted. “You’re not usually that quick.”
He seemed exhausted from his efforts. “This dirty bitch does something to me. I want to watch you fuck her now.”
Hugh’s cheeky smile returned once more as he sat up, easing Rose onto her back, deftly lifting one leg over his shoulder and straddling her other thigh. He didn’t break her gaze as he slid inside her, and as he began slowly moving in and out all errant thoughts that he was the second man to fuck her in the space of a minute promptly fled her mind.
In some ways he was better than Gerry – softer, more tender. There was a light in his eyes, something that almost resembled real feeling, and looking up at him she was able to imagine that he were a boyfriend or lover rather than somebody being paid to look at her that way. One hand planted firmly on the bed for balance, he stroked the thigh of her raised leg with his free hand and every so often turned his head to nuzzle the inside her calf. Gerry, meanwhile, lay next to them, head tilted sleepily, occasionally meeting her eye and grinning. Despite his protestations she could see he was not quite spent, his penis raising from his groin and saluting her once more. Impulsively she reached over and began stroking it. He moaned, and her action seemed to inflame Hugh, who began screwing her harder. She raised herself onto her elbows, arching her back and throwing her head back at the sublime sensation of his hard cock slamming into her again and again. She could see Gerry rousing himself from his stasis, shuffling close to her, running his hands over her breasts and sliding his tongue into her mouth. Hugh, meanwhile, raised himself onto his knees, clenching her thigh with both hands, his thrusting coming hard and fast now. With Gerry’s hands and mouth on her, and Hugh’s cock inside her, Rose gave herself up to them completely and another orgasm cam quickly, hitting her hard and leaving her breathless. It carried her like a wave, depositing her on the shore then washing her back out to sea for a return pass. She opened her eyes and looked up at Hugh, seeing immediately that he was not far away, his body shuddering and his breath coming in a series of panting grasps. He let her raised leg slide to the bed, shifting his weight so he was laying between her thighs and lowering his body so their faces were no more than an inch apart as he continued to screw her enthusiastically. She watched his face bunch up, his eyes clenched tightly shut as he neared his own climax, then finally he let out one low cry and collapses, sweating, on top of her.
She gave herself a moment to get her breath back. Gerry had reclined back onto the pillows, fingers laced behind his head, staring meditatively at the ceiling. She was used to his detached air after sex – it came as a bitter reminder that he was a paid whore, but she could expect no more from him.
Hugh, on the other hand, was looking at her like she was the only woman ever to allow him inside her. There was genuine air of wonder about him that touched her, and she raised herself onto her elbows again to kiss him. Instantly his arms were around her, his full weight on top of her, his tongue entwining with hers in a sensuous dance.
It was Gerry who broke the spell. “Hugh.”
He reluctantly disengaged, sitting up and looking down at her ruefully. “I’m sorry.”
She trailed them out into the lounge and watched them dress. “I’d keep you both for the night if I could afford it,” she informed them, and Hugh grinned. “Well, technically you aren’t paying me.”
She could see Gerry trying to hide a smile. “You want to stay then?”
He discarded his trousers as though they were radioactive and grinned at Rose happily. “Let’s call it unpaid overtime. Hey, you were the one who said I still have a lot to learn…”