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Meg received the Fed-Ex overnight package in the Friday afternoon mail. Setting her computer bag and purse down on the kitchen counter, she tore the box open and found a silver-ribboned black box inside with a small black envelope attached. She ripped that open, too.
Scrawled in silver ink on the inside was a brief note. She did not recognize the handwriting.
Prepare yourself.
Wear what is inside.
He expects you at 10 pm. Sharp.
The address was written below. That she recognized. It was her lover’s. She had charged him to improvise something good for Valentine’s Day.
“I’m not talking dinner and a movie, either,” she told him, smirking.
He had stared back at her with his beautiful green eyes, one of his eyebrows slightly raised.
“Are we clear?” she pressed.
He nodded. Then he slid the martini he had just shaken across the coffee table to her. Frosty glass. Two Olives. She sipped it. Perfectly delicious. As always.
“Not bad,” she said. Her lover laughed.
Back in her kitchen, she wondered who the hell had written the note. It was a woman’s writing, and she felt a quick stab of jealousy. Tugging the silver ribbons down, she opened the box. Inside was a rose-red lace bra and matching thong. She felt the lace—French, high quality—and then she saw it, a little slit at the bottom of the underwear. Crotchless.
Naughty boy, she thought. Her nipples stiffened.
But who wrote the note?
The rest of the night and the whole next day she was nervous, excited. Though she was at home and attempting to study, she grew wet dozens of times. Reaching down between her legs, she rubbed her lips through her moist cotton underwear. The day dragged on.
At 7pm, she began to get ready. She showered, shaved her legs, ran soap over her newly-waxed pussy, and washed her hair with the musky shampoo she knew he loved.
Afterwards she slipped on her new undergarments, which fit her perfectly, and put on her favorite tight white dress that came down just past her upper thighs. She choose her bright-red Betsy Johnson heels, checked herself one last time in the mirror, then headed out into the cool evening.
The drive to his place seemed endless, and her mind raced over the mysterious circumstances surrounding the evening that lay ahead. When she arrived at his apartment building, she glanced up at his windows and saw a sole siluette pacing back behind the curtains. Mounting the stairs to his door, she felt her crotch grow wet. She tapped three times on his door. Nothing happened. Turning the knob, she entered.
She smelled cigarettes immediately. Smoking! She no longer smoked, and neither did he. Smoking! She walked down the short hallway and peered sideways into the living room. She was greeted with an incredible sight.
Her lover sat, his legs crossed, on his red leather couch. He had a white shirt, with several buttons open, and he wore tight, black trousers and well-shined wing tips. His hair was groomed, wet, and he sipped a dark Scotch on the rocks from a crystal glass. He grinned upon seeing her.
He looked incredible, but this was not the “incredible” sight for her. Next to him was.
A tall, pale-skinned, dark-eyed woman with long, straight dyed-black hair sat in the adjacient leather love seat. She wore a tight, black Ramones t-shirt, a black leather mini skirt, and she sported black-patent leather, lace-up go-go boots with 5-inch heels. A cigarette dangled between her fingers, the smoke drifting up in a straight line to the high ceiling.
“So there you are,” she said, taking a drag and blowing the smoke in her direction.
“This is our special guest,” her lover said. “She had all sorts of other offers, but she accepted my invitation to join us for the evening.”
“Are you ready to eat pussy and suck cock?” the dark-haired woman said.
Meg was stunned. Her face flushed. The woman before her was foxy. Checking her out further, she couldn’t help staring at her large, round tits. She hadn’t been with another woman in quite some time. Was this really happening?
“I asked you a question,” the woman said.
Meg looked at Ian and he had a big grin on his face.
Meg could only stammer, "Um...yes."
"Yes, What?"
"I'm ready," Meg said.
"To do what?"
"To eat your pussy, and suck his cock." Meg sucked in her breath after saying it.
"Is that so," the dark haired woman said, getting up. She crossed over to Meg and grabbed her lightly by the hair. "Well...we'll see what's what, won't we."
The woman smelled of patchouli and nicotine. She stared into Meg's eyes and pulled her hair a little harder. "Such a pretty thing, you are."
"Just like I said," Ian said.
"And pretty things need to address their superiors properly," the woman continued. "Do you hear me?"
Meg nodded quickly.
"Tonight I am your mistress, and you will refer to me only as mistress. Am I clear?"
"Yes mistress," Meg said.
The dark eyed woman nodded. She reached out and ran a finger down Meg's cheek, then traced it lower down her neck, causing Meg to shudder. With a sudden move, she reached under Meg's dress and rubbed between her legs. "Such a wet, pretty girl," her mistress whispered.
Meg closed her eyes and moaned slightly.
"Such a soft, wet cunt, and it's just for her mistress, isn't that right pretty girl?"
Meg nodded
The woman rubbed Meg's pussy harder, while holding on to her by the hair. "I suppose you'd like me to lick that soft, wet cunt of yours, now wouldn't you."
"Oh yes," Meg said.
"Maybe if you're a good, pretty girl, I will," she said, throwing down her cigarette and stomping it out on the floor. Pulling Meg to her, the dark-haired woman planted a hard kiss on Meg's quivering lips. She rubbed Meg's pussy some more through her now soaked crotchless underwear. "Such a good, wet girl," her mistress whispered. Bringing her hand up, she licked Meg's juices off her fingers. "Mmmmm...And such a tasty little cunt."
She shoved her fingers back between Meg's legs, rubbed her pussy hard, then stuck her fingers into Meg's mouth. "Lick your sweet juice off me, my pet!" Meg quickly did as she was told, yet her mistress pulled her hair even harder.
"I think my pretty girl needs to eat some pussy, don't you think?"
"Yes," Meg moaned.
"Does pretty girl want to stick her tongue in my cunt?"
"Yes."
The woman let go of Meg's hair, gave her a quick kiss on the lips, then turned, and pulled her t-shirt over her head. She wore no bra. Meg stared hungrily at her full, round breasts and erect, dark brown nipples.
The woman sat back down on the love seat and spread her legs wide, the heels of her go-go boots pressing into the sofa's soft leather. "Get down on your knees and crawl to me!" she commanded.
Meg complied. When she was kneeling before her, her mistress grabbed her hair again and pulled her toward her, kissing her softly on the mouth, darting her tongue deeply inside. It was a delicious kiss, and Meg wanted only more, but her mistress slowly pushed her head down to her breasts. "Squeeze them. Kiss them," she whispered.
Meg greedily kissed the woman's full tits, licking, sucking, and biting her long, hard nipples and cupping and squeezing her breasts. Her mistress moaned in complete approval. Meg never felt happier, and sucked and licked with great passion.
Soon, however, her mistress, yet again, pushed her head lower. "I want your tongue in my sweet pussy, pretty girl. Are you ready for that?"
Meg moaned her approval.
"And then I'll want to see you suck some cock, as well, do you hear me?"
"Oh yes, " Meg said.
Pushing Meg back, the dark haired woman unzipped her black mini-skirt and pulled it down and away from her. She wore black lace underwear. Rubbing herself between her legs, she beckoned Meg back downward. "Kiss my belly, lick my thighs," she commanded. "Make me wet for you!"
Meg ran her tongue along her beautiful mistress' soft, pale belly, tasting the slight salt of her skin. Then she traced her tongue down the side of her thighs, nibbling softly and making the dark haired woman moan.
"Now eat my pussy!" she cried.
Meg could hardly stand it. She reached up, grabbed hold of her mistress' underwear, and yanked them down.
A large, dark-headed cock popped out.
Meg gasped. She shot a surprised look at Ian. He sat grinning, his own cock out and hard as he stroked it. "Surprise, surprise," he said, raising his whiskey high and toasting her.
"I asked you if you were ready to eat pussy and suck cock," her dark-haired mistress said. Reaching down, she spread her lower ass cheeks apart. "My sweet little asshole here is my special man-pussy, and I want your tongue inside it now!"
Meg was shocked. She turned hot red. Her heart pounded in her chest. She couldn't believe that she had been so fooled. Before she could say anything, the woman slapped her hard across the face. "Eat me!" she hissed.
Meg dove between her legs and stuck her tongue into the very tip of the woman's smooth asshole. Her mistress quivered. Swirling her tongue around the little hole, she drew a large gasp. From there, Meg plunged, tasting and eating her mistress' sweet, delicious wet hole, licking it for all it was worth. Indeed, it was a sweet, tangy little pussy!
Soon, Meg reached up and grabbed hold of the woman's cock, and it sprang up and stiffened in her hand. Her mistress was completely waxed right down to her balls, and Meg had never felt such a smooth, hard, pretty cock. She stroked it up and down, while below her tongue pushed in and out of the woman's backdoor pussy. Her mistress writhed with pleasure and called her filthy names.
Soon, the woman's cock was rock hard, fit to burst, and with a shout, she pushed Meg away. Springing to her feet, she grabbed Meg's hair, brushed aside a small table's knick knacks, and bent her over the top. "I'm going to fuck you, my little bitch," she cried.
Meg shouted with pleasure, and her mistress pushed up the back of her dress and pulled her underwear down and away. Using her fingers to rub Meg's wet, dripping pussy, she coated her hard cock with Meg's juices and placed the tip of her dick against her quivering pussy lips. "I'm just the woman to fuck you," she declared. Then she slid her long cock deeply into Meg's tight cunt.
Meg cried out, with great pleasure. Her mistress pounded her pussy, thrusting in and out of her with reckless abandon. Meg moaned and screamed, and took it. Before she knew it, she felt a larger pair of hands grabbing her hair. Looking up, she saw Ian naked before her, his dick hard in front of her face. He pressed the tip against her lips, rubbing his drizzling pre-cum all over her lips. With a grin, he pushed his cock into her mouth, and she sucked and licked him as her dark-haired mistress fucked her long and hard from behind.
It slowly became almost too much to take. And as the dark-haired woman reached around and rubbed and pinched Meg's swollen clit, Meg felt a powerful orgasm rise up inside her. Her mistress seemed to sense this and fucked her ever harder, calling her dirty names as she did. Harder and harder they fucked and when Meg reached her climax, she spit out Ian's cock and cried out, her body shuddering, her toes curling.
When she was able to open her eyes, she saw Ian standing before her, strocking his still-erect cock, his grin wide across his face. Slowly, her mistress withdrew her hard dick from behind, and cleared her throat. "You know what I want to do now? " she said.
"What?" Meg breathed, her heart still pounding hard in her chest.
"I wanna wipe that stupid grin off your boyfriend's face."
Meg looked up at Ian and saw that the grin in question had vanished. "Huh?" he said.
"You heard me little bitch boy," the dark-haired woman said. She went over, grabbed him by the hair and shoved him, crudely, to his knees. "I think you need to lick your sweet girl's pussy off my dick!" Before he could protest, she shoved her cock into his mouth, and began fucking his face.
Meg could hardly believe her eyes. Straightening up to get a better look, she watched the woman's sweaty ass from behind as it gyrated and fucked, and she observed that Ian's own cock was still erect, despite his feeble protestations. Before she knew it, her mistress pulled him up, then shoved him back over the same table where she had fucked Meg. Pushing him on to his back, giving his hard cock a token stroke, she spread his legs and shouted for lube.
Meg scurried away and brought back the lube, squirting a nice amount on her mistress' outstretched palm. The woman rubbed it all over her rock-hard cock then pushed the tip of her dick against his hole. "Such a nice little bitch boy," she said. With that, she slowly worked her dick into his ass. Ian let out a gasp.
She began fucking him slowly, increasing her speed as his own cock pressed upwards, harder. Meg loved the very sight of it all, and she reached out and grabbed Ian's dick, stroking it with each thrust of her lusty mistress into his ass. Ian moaned, his back arching.
The dark-eyed mistress thrust ever harder, her cock ramming poor Ian's ass. He began shouting out that he was going to cum, so Meg bent down and shoved his cock into her mouth. With a shout, Ian came deeply down her throat, and she greedily swallowed all of his hot, salty cum.
Screaming with pleasure, her mistress withdrew from his ass and shot her cum forth, spraying Meg and Ian with her seed. Then she collapsed upon them, spent.
For several minutes nothing was said. No one moved a muscle.
Straightening up, Meg looked at the two of them. "So, what does a chick have to do to get a drink around here?"
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