DoubleTeamHer (3 page)

Whoa.
“You have a way with words. You’re making me
wet already.”

“Jesus,” Frank mumbled, jacking himself off faster. He
tugged on the tie behind my neck and pulled the top of my dress down. My
breasts spilled out, the nipples taut and ready for that red-painted mouth to
devour them. Cool air brushed my warm flesh. Yet when Jazmine’s gaze rose and
latched on to my breasts, my skin heated up again and my lower belly tightened.

“You’re not the only one getting wet.” Jazmine dug her
fingernails into my right thigh and grazed her other palm up my stomach. Her
hand closed over my breast. She palmed it, rolling my areola between her thumb
and middle finger. Her eyes were wide with what I could only describe as incredulity.
“Wow. So soft, so beautiful.”

Frank filled his hand with my other mound. “Taste her, Jaz.
See how delicious her skin is.” He stroked himself in quick jerks. His head
moved lower and his tongue snaked out and flicked over my nipple.

While it felt good, I held my breath and waited for Jazmine
to do the same thing to the other one. She rose and pressed a gentle kiss to my
nipple. Feminine to feminine. No scratchy whiskers or uncontrolled desire from
the first minute, not like my other boob, where Frank suckled. She seemed to
know what I wanted and needed—only what another woman would know.

Jazmine brushed Frank aside, forcing him to move away from
my breast. Her mouth widened and she sucked on my breast until her teeth
clamped gently on the fatty outer flesh and her tongue whirled in slow circles
around the knot. I started to moan but it clogged in my throat when the hand
that rested on my thigh slid up and a finger found my clit.

My head fell back and clunked against the carpeted wall. The
noise that surged from deep in my throat sounded foreign to me, more like the
alone me that fucked myself in private with my toys. In the quiet of my own
apartment I could come over and over and scream as loud as I wanted. But now
that I contemplated my sex life, for some reason I had always held back when I
made love to a man.

Yet now…

Something had been unleashed inside me. An animal. A woman
so close to fulfillment she acted and sounded like a she-devil.

The brush of her long hair between my legs and the gentle
touch of her fingers raised me to a sensual level I’d never been to before.
Having Frank masturbate while he watched our girl-on-girl action elevated me to
yet another degree of heat. I moved my pelvis in a circular motion to force
Jazmine to massage my clit harder and faster, and to entice Frank further.

He leaned down and closed his hand over Jazmine’s dangling
breast. She moaned at the contact. The vibrations of her mouth and tongue on my
cunt sent jolts through my womb. I longed for an orgasmic eruption to paralyze
me from head to pussy to toes.

To see if this orgasm with my first woman could compare to
the ones I’d had with all those men.

Frank abandoned his cock and caressed my tit too. He was
talented in that way with uncanny radar for a woman’s needs yet it appeared
Jazmine would surpass him in that ability. He drew back for a few seconds. His
glazed eyes penetrated mine and I adored him at that second for bringing me
here to fulfill my fantasy.

“Slip a couple of fingers inside her.” His stare held mine
while he spoke to Jazmine. “Now. Give her the first finger-fucking from a
woman.”

I drew in a deep breath, exhaled, loving his gruff, stern
tone.

“Yes, make me come,” I murmured, so transfixed by her eyes.
I hoped mine gleamed and that my voice ordered her with a commanding tone
similar to Frank’s. “Eat me. Kiss and lick my clit, finger me until I explode.”

Jazmine smiled at me, at Frank, then she returned her gaze
back to me. It smoldered, causing a thrill to race up my spine. “Only if you
promise to return the favor. I want to experience it too.” She lifted her nose
above my pussy and inhaled. “Mm, you smell sexy, womanly and fresh.”

What a romantic thing to say in the middle of such a naughty
scenario.

My face warmed. For a few moments I avoided her probing
examination. The uncharacteristic coyness baffled me. I peered down at her,
away, back again. “I will. I would love to return the favor.”

She flicked out her tongue while watching me. I melted at my
first touch of a woman’s tongue on my pussy. Excitement rippled through my
lower belly while her tongue worked on my clit. And those eyes, whoa. They
scrutinized my face, my responses to her supposed first attempt at eating
pussy. Dammit, but her gaze caressed my soul on a level I couldn’t admit to at
the moment.

“Is that good?” Jazmine tilted her head and squinted up at
me, a gleam of hope in her eyes.

I eased out the air I’d been holding in my lungs and let my
legs fall wide open. “Yes. Oh god yes. Please don’t stop.”

Frank cleared his throat and mumbled a string of curse
words. He jacked himself off in quick motions. It gave me a brief mental image
of his thickness filling my pussy, my mouth, my hands or ass. He had a
beautiful cock and he knew how to use it to make thorough love to a woman,
that’s for certain. But this time,
I
wanted to make love to a woman.

Specifically I longed to be sandwiched between them and
appease my curiosity.

Now. Ah, appease that curiosity now.

Jaz answered my plea. Two fingers entered my pussy. Her
knuckles grazed my labia. She teased my knot with her tongue, pulled her
fingers out of my vagina then pushed back in, stimulating my G-spot with each
thrust. I cradled my breasts and tweaked my nipples to add to the intensity.
The sounds of other customers and strippers moaning and screaming upped the
ambiance.

Frank held my jaw and turned my face toward him. His mouth
moved nearer, capturing mine with a hunger I’d never felt from him. His tongue
traced my lips, slid past my teeth and swirled around my tongue. I pulled his
breath into my lungs. He mimicked me. We seesawed the motion until an arousing
suction stirred my pussy, linking the sensations Jaz had awakened in me.

“God, you’re both blowing my mind.” Frank rained kisses over
my lips, chin, cheeks and neck. He removed his hand and stroked his cock again.
“You two doing that to each other makes me so fucking hard I could come just
watching you.

Jaz’s initial exploration of my body had been hesitant,
unsure. But when Frank snatched a condom from a basket, moved behind Jaz and
kneeled, probing her backside with his cock, Jaz’s tongue pressed harder on my
clit and her fingers pumped my vagina faster. I knew the moment Frank played
with her clit and started to enter her cunt—when her moans vibrated against my
nub.

So hot. This is
so
hot.

I tangled my fingers in her hair and held her face tighter
to my slit. My hips rocked and I ground my cunt against her mouth. “Fuck yes.
Eat me. Make me come, make me—”

My eyes rolled back in my head. I held my breath, clinging
to the rise of the climax.

The sexy sounds of Frank pounding Jaz’s pussy—skin slapping
skin, hardness invading wetness—and their synchronized growls of release
enhanced the intensity of my orgasm.

My body kept twitching and shuddering. I couldn’t stop,
didn’t want to.

Finally I collapsed against the sloped seat, my lungs on
fire, my body saturated with a pleasant tingling. Sweat soaked the hair at the
nape of my neck. The moisture trickled down my back and between my breasts.
“Oh. My. God.”

Jaz panted and laid her head on my thigh. “Honey, that
doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

Frank pressed his cheek against Jaz’s back. “Holy. Shit.
That was amazing.”

The overhead music and moans in the booths nearby came back
to my awareness. I combed my fingers through Jazmine’s damp hair and across
Frank’s brow. They were both so attractive. And they’d been mine.

Jazmine rained kisses over my thighs. “Amazing isn’t the
word for it. But ugh, now I have to go back to work.”

Disappointment weighed heavy in my heart.

It was over. My threesome fantasy was over. It had been
fulfilled.

Except for one thing—the part where I got to be in the
middle, one side extreme femininity, the other a strapping stud.

Frank stood, removed the condom and tossed it in the
trashcan. He situated his cock inside his boxers and zipped his jeans up.
“Damn, that half hour went by fast.”

I tried to keep my bottom lip from pouting. “It did. Way too
fast. I wish we had more time.”

So I can be the center of everyone’s world.

“I’m so sorry,” Jaz said as she rearranged her G-string,
donned her robe and hopped around while attempting to put her strappy heels
back on. “Maybe you both can come back again sometime. Or…I could come over
after my shift tonight.”

Frank offered his hand to me and helped me to my feet. He
tied the leather straps behind my neck and tugged my dress over my hips. He
winked at me, and combined with Jazmine’s idea, my libido revved up again.
“That sounds perfect.”

“I’d love that,” Jazmine said. “I’ll shoot you a text and
let you know when to expect me. That is, if around five a.m. isn’t too early.
Will you still be up?”

I smiled at her while juices trickled from my pussy. “Well
we might take a short catnap but we’d wake up for you any day.”

Frank pulled me against his side and said, “Damn right. What
she said.”

“Sounds wonderful. Can’t wait. Well, off to work I go,
humping the pole and scraping ones, fives and tens off the dance floor.” Jaz
leaned forward and pulled me toward her for a kiss that nearly blew my toes
off. She patted my cheek and smiled with mischief. “You are so gorgeous. And
tasty. I loved my first true woman experience.
Loved
it. Thank you,
Giovanna.”

“Oh me too, me too.” I held back, attempting to appear aloof
and satisfied. But I wasn’t.

Not yet.

Not until I got the chance to be between them.

Frank pressed his hand to the small of my back and led me
toward the door. “Well, babe, I guess we should be going, let Jaz do her
twirling and teasing.”

“Ta-ta, you hunk and sexy babe. Thanks for a fabulous lunch
break.” She waved over her shoulder and blew us a kiss. Then she disappeared
through the door.

Frank held my face between his hands and planted a smacking
kiss on my lips. “You were great, baby. It was so hot to watch your face go
through all the emotions and hear your groans while a woman munched between
your legs. Blazing stuff.”

“Thanks.”

“Guess I’ll make a detour to the bathroom. I’ll meet you out
by the bar.” He whacked my ass and breezed through the door.

I plopped down on the bench and folded my arms. “Shit.
That’s all I get?”

Jealousy and suspicion overtook me. I narrowed my eyes. Were
they out there having one last moment of alone time without me?

I shoved the door open and searched the smoky room for them.

But neither one was there. Anywhere.

“That bitch and prick. They abandoned me.” I folded my arms,
stomped to the bar and slid onto a high barstool. To the attractive blonde
bartender, I snapped, “Give me a cosmo, please. And make it a double.”

She eyed me with curiosity. “Yes ma’am. Coming right up.”

Coming is right. I’d come like I’d never come before. And
now it was all over. Probably no nap, no Jaz coming by after work. I’d been
screwed not only in the literal sense but in the abandoned sense.

This could not be happening. No one had
ever
abandoned me in this way before. But then again I’d never had competition as
sexy and alluring as Jazmine. I’d always been the most sought-after woman in
every room I’d ever walked into.

The bartender set a napkin on the bar and placed the
cosmopolitan in front of me. “That’ll be ten dollars. Or are you starting a
tab?”

“Yes—wait. No. Fuck those two. I’m not sitting here all
alone. I’m going to get in on the action.” I scoped the room while I dug a
twenty out of the zipper pocket in my leather dress. The cage remained busy,
the focal point of the dance area. My pussy wetted at the sight of all the
naughtiness enclosed in the cage. I handed the bill over to her, neglecting to
give her my full attention. “Keep the change. I’ll be back for the next round
when I’m done.”

I barely noticed when the bartender gawked at the twenty and
gasped. “Sounds good to me, doll. Come on back any time. And thank you. Very
kind of you.”

Being a successful fashion designer—this sexy dress was my
design—I could afford to drop tips like rain. I lifted the drink to my mouth,
appreciating the fact she’d made good on my request for a double. The
sweet-tart flavor, potent vodka and cool wetness flowed over my tongue. Is that
what pussy would taste like?

Dammit, I’d been so close to finding out.

I’d loved being Jaz’s recipient—who wouldn’t, given her
beauty and ability to bewitch a person? But I still yearned to give
pussy-eating a try and to be the meat between a man and woman.

Over the rim of the martini glass I scrutinized the cage
from an off-center angle where I could see the confined
animals’
sides
and part of their backs. A buff man pressed the curvy brunette with fake
breasts against the bars, her bare ass toward the crowd. He held her so tightly
and kissed her with so much aggression she had pink welts on her creamy-white
backside. The tip of his cock periodically peeped from below her left rump
cheek.

What the hell? I strained to see what he was doing. The long
sip of the drink I took settled in my stomach and started to give me a nice
buzz. So did the letdown of my inhibitions when I moved closer and realized he
fucked her between her legs without entering her, his cock sliding forward and
backward over her slit. Several men groped her breasts while a woman reached in
and massaged the man’s balls.