Chapter 7

Minutes passed in what seemed like timeless moments. Sandra gazed down at the naked figure beside her not quite believing what had just happened, and who it had happened with. Propping herself upon on her elbow her gaze roved over Elara’s flushed form

“What’s on your mind?” she murmured as she gently began to stroke the woman’s breast.

Elara’s gaze shifted to the side. “I’m curious about Paul. How does he fit in? Your partner or maybe just a pimp?”

Sandra’s expression grew contemplative.

“Paul? He’s ... complicated,” she said with a sigh. “He’s not just my partner. He’s my business manager, I guess you could say. He knows how to get the right clients, how to keep us safe, and how to make sure we get paid what we’re worth.”

Elara nodded, curiosity piqued. “How did you start all this?”

Sandra told her about their fantasies and how after their first experiment the guy had left quite a lot of money. Things just followed on from there. “Sometimes business and pleasure do mix,” she laughed.

“So he enjoys watching you with other men. What about women?” Elara smirked mischievously.

“Yes. You were a bit of a surprise I must admit. But a pleasant one,” Sandra added quickly.

Elara’s grin grew wider. “I bet he’d love to watch us together.”

Sandra’s eyes sparkled at the thought. “You know, that might just be the most exciting thing he’s ever seen,” she whispered, her hand now caressing Elara’s thigh.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Paul was passing the time watching a porn video. He had chosen one featuring a young blonde with piercing blue eyes and a body that was eerily similar to Elara’s. The woman on the screen moaned and writhed, and he found himself lost in the fantasy, his hand moving rhythmically in his pants. The thought of Sandra with another woman was a kink he hadn’t yet explored but had often fantasized about. The moans and squeaks of the woman on the screen filled the room as he pumped his fist, his imagination running wild with what Elara might be doing to his girlfriend right now.

As he watched the screen, his eyes grew glossy with desire. He pictured Elara’s hands exploring Sandra’s body, her tongue tracing patterns over his girlfriend’s sensitive flesh. He wondered if Elara was as responsive as she looked, if she would let Sandra take charge and show her how they liked to play. His mind raced with the possibility of the two of them together, the sight of their tangled limbs and their expressions of ecstasy. His breath grew shallower as he stroked himself harder, feeling his excitement build with every second that passed.

On the screen, the blonde’s moans grew louder, but they were drowned out by the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears. He wished he could hear the real sounds coming from the room above, the sighs and gasps that he knew Sandra made when she was lost in pleasure. He had heard them countless times, but always when he was the one making her feel that way. Now, the thought of someone else bringing her to the edge was driving him wild, especially a woman.

His hand moved faster, his eyes glued to the screen as the woman’s body convulsed in a fake orgasm. But he couldn’t shake the image of Elara and Sandra from his mind. He pictured Elara’s lips around Sandra’s nipples, her tongue teasing and flicking, making his girlfriend arch her back and beg for more. He felt a surge of lust so intense it was almost painful, his erection pulsing in time with the rhythm of his strokes.

The porn star on the screen was forgotten as he closed his eyes and imagined the scene playing out upstairs. He could almost hear the muffled sounds of their moans and the rustle of the bed sheets. He wondered if Elara was as vocal as she looked, if she’d be loud enough to hear from his spot on the couch. His imagination painted a vivid picture: His girlfriend’s face contorted in pleasure as Elara’s skilled hands explored her, her nails digging into the bedspread as she neared her climax.

But then, reality crashed in. He heard Sandra’s voice, clear and unmistakable, calling his name. It didn’t sound like she was in distress, but there was something urgent in her tone that made him sit up straight. Panic and excitement warred within him. He quickly tucked himself back into his pants and hurried upstairs, his heart racing. What if something had gone wrong? What if Elara had changed her mind?

He briefly hesitated at the bedroom door before pushing it open, knowing not what to expect. But he was met with a sight that made his breath catch in his throat. There, in the centre of the room the two girls stood in a passionate embrace. Elara was completely naked wearing nothing but her heels while Sandra was clad only in the lingerie she had put on earlier.

He took a moment to absorb the scene. The light from a lamp cast a warm, golden glow over their entwined bodies, making their skin look like it had been kissed by fire. Elara’s eyes were closed, her head thrown back as Sandra’s mouth trailed kisses along her neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of reddened skin in its wake. Elara’s hands were busy, one cupping Sandra’s breast, the other teasing the dampness between her legs. Sandra’s fingers were tangled in Elara’s hair, her nails digging in, urging her on.

The sight was electrifying, but also confusing. The urgency in Sandra’s voice didn’t match the passionate scene unfolding before him. He took a tentative step forward, his voice thick with lust and concern. “Is everything okay?”

Elara looked up, her eyes glazed with desire, and grinned. “Oh, everything’s more than okay, darling,” she purred, her hand still working between Sandra’s legs.

Sandra pulled away, panting slightly, and turned to face him. She was flushed, her eyes dark with need, and her chest heaving with desire.

“Elara has a ... particular taste,” she began, her voice husky. “She enjoys watching. It turns her on to see others ... fucking.”

His eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat. He looked back at Elara, who gave him a knowing smile, her eyes never leaving his face as she continued to pleasure Sandra with unabated enthusiasm.

“So, what do you say, love?” Sandra asked, her voice a seductive whisper. “Would you like to give her a show? And earn a bonus perhaps?”

His eyes flicked from Elara’s eager expression to the way Sandra’s hips rolled slightly in anticipation. He knew that look, knew she was already lost in the idea of performing for an audience, especially for someone who could pay them well for their ‘trouble’. It was a thrill they had both come to crave, the power play of being watched and desired.

“But with Elara...” Sandra clarified, her hand sliding down to give him a gentle squeeze, reminding him of their boundaries. “You’re not to touch her, not unless she says so.”

His eyes widened with understanding, his cock twitching at the thought of being denied that gorgeous body. He nodded, his desire for Elara warring with his loyalty to Sandra. He knew better than to push his luck, especially when it came to business agreements.

Sandra stepped closer, her hand sliding down to his waist, her eyes holding his. “Elara wants to direct the action,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “She wants to see how good we are at taking orders.”

Elara pointed at the bed, her finger curling in a come-hither motion. “Strip,” she ordered him.

He felt a thrill of excitement race through him as he obeyed, his eyes never leaving hers. He knew the rules of the game and was more than willing to play along. He pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside, and unbuckled his pants. As he slid them down, his erection sprang free, a testament to his arousal. He stepped out of his shoes and socks, standing before her in just his boxers, his heart racing.

Elara’s eyes raked over him, a smirk playing on her lips. She nodded in approval before pointing at the bed again. “Good boy,” she murmured, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Now, lose the boxers and kneel on the bed facing us.”

His pulse quickened, a thrill of excitement mingling with his apprehension. He stepped out of his boxers, his erection standing proudly before him as he climbed onto the bed and knelt, his hands automatically finding his shaft. He began to stroke himself slowly, feeling the weight of Elara’s gaze as she stepped closer to him, her own arousal clear in the way she licked her lips. Sandra watched him, her eyes half-lidded with lust as she moved in behind Elara, her bare skin brushing against the star’s back as she took in the view before her. Her hand slid around Elara’s waist and up to cup her breast, her thumb brushing over the erect nipple. She felt the woman’s muscles tighten with pleasure and watched as Elara’s eyes closed briefly in response. With her other hand, Sandra trailed down the smooth expanse of Elara’s stomach, her fingertips dancing over her hips before dipping into the damp heat between her legs. She found Elara’s clit and began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, feeling her shiver with anticipation.

Elara’s breath caught as Sandra’s touch grew more insistent, her hips moving in sync with the rhythm. The sound of her own moans filled the room, a heady symphony of pleasure that seemed to echo off the walls. Sandra knew by now how to read Elara’s body, what trigger points to touch. She watched as Elara’s hand reached back to grip her shoulder, her nails digging in as the pleasure grew more intense.

Her hand moved softly between the star’s legs, her fingers finding the wetness she sought as her fingers parted the woman’s wet pussy lips. The sight of her boyfriend watching them, his own hand moving in time with hers, was almost too much for her to handle. She felt her orgasm building, a storm of sensation that she hadn’t expected to hit so quickly.

Sandra’s touch grew more confident, her thumb circling Elara’s clit as her fingers delved deeper, her own desire spiking as she watched Elara’s face contort with pleasure. The pop star’s eyes never left his as she rode the wave of pleasure, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Fuck, Carina,” Elara moaned, her body arching back into Sandra’s touch. “Don’t stop. I want to come for him.”

Sandra’s watched Paul as she worked Elara’s clit, feeling the pop star’s muscles tighten around her fingers. She watched the hunger in his eyes, the raw need that seemed to radiate from every pore. It was a heady feeling, knowing she had that power over him, knowing that she could bring Elara to the brink with just a flick of her thumb. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Elara’s ear. “Do you like my boyfriend watching us,” she whispered.

“Yes,” Elara groaned, the word thick with lust. “It’s ... incredible.”

Sandra smirked, her own desire flaming higher as she felt Elara’s body begin to tremble in response to her touch. She knew exactly how to bring her to the edge, how to push her over. She watched Elara’s face, the way her eyes rolled back and her mouth fell open in a silent scream as she approached climax.

Moving behind her, Sandra wrapped one arm around Elara’s waist, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. She leaned in, her breath hot against Elara’s ear as she whispered, “Show him how much you love it.”

He watched, his hand moving faster as Sandra’s nimble fingers took over, her touch on Elara’s clit more insistent now. He could see the muscles in Elara’s stomach tense, her breasts heaving with every breath she took. Sandra’s hand worked in perfect harmony with Elara’s movements, each stroke bringing her closer and closer to ecstasy.

With a sudden jolt, the star’s body convulsed, and a keening wail ripped from her throat. She came hard, her hips bucking against Sandra’s hand as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Sandra’s own breathing was ragged now, her eyes never leaving Paul’s as she watched his reaction to the erotic display before him. She felt Elara’s body go slack in her arms, the pop star’s legs giving way as she leaned back into her embrace.

Sandra held her there for a moment, her hand still moving gently between Elara’s thighs, her thumb brushing over the still-sensitive bud of pleasure. Then, with a wicked smile, she turned the star around to face the bed. “Your turn,” she murmured, her eyes still on him.

Elara’s gaze met his, her hand moving on her own wetness as she stepped closer, her heels clacking against the hardwood floor.

“Get on your knees, Sandra,” she ordered, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down his spine.

Sandra obeyed without hesitation, her knees hitting the floor with a soft thud. She positioned herself between Elara’s legs, her eyes never leaving Paul’s as she leaned in to kiss her inner thigh. The air was thick with anticipation as Elara stepped closer, her hand reaching out to grasp his erection firmly. She began to stroke him with a confidence that spoke of experience, her grip tightening and loosening in a tantalizing rhythm.

His eyes fell shut as the pleasure washed over him, his hand dropping away from his shaft. He could feel the tension coiling in his gut, the need to come growing more urgent with every stroke of Elara’s hand.

“Look at me,” Elara whispered, her voice a siren’s call that pulled him back to the present.

His eyes snapped open and he found himself staring into the depths of Elara’s own, her pupils blown wide with desire.

She was standing beside him, her own arousal evident as she stroked him, her thumb swiping over the head of his cock, spreading the precum that had gathered there.

Her hand moved with an almost predatory grace, her thumb now tracing a pattern on the sensitive underside of his cock as she watched his reactions closely. The tension grew unbearable as her strokes grew faster, her other hand cupping his balls and giving them a gentle squeeze that sent bolts of pleasure shooting through him.

Suddenly, it was too much. With a strangled cry, his body convulsed, and he erupted in a powerful climax. Thick streaks of cum shot out of him, the first one hitting Sandra’s chest, the second landing on her cheek before she leaned in eagerly, her mouth open to catch the rest. She licked her lips, savouring the taste of him as he painted her face and chest. The sight was almost too much for Elara to handle, her own desire spiking even higher as she watched the intimate act.

Sandra swallowed hungrily, her eyes never leaving Elara’s as she licked her lips clean. “Delicious,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction.

Elara’s hand didn’t stop moving, her eyes locked on the sight of Sandra savouring Paul’s release. She could feel his cock pulsing in her grip, the last drops of cum spilling onto her fingers.

“Now, sit,” she ordered Paul, her voice low and commanding. He complied, his legs shaky as he sat on the edge of the bed. Elara stepped aside, her eyes never leaving him as she guided Sandra to her knees before him.

Sandra’s eyes gleamed with excitement as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty remnants of his climax. She took his still-throbbing erection into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she began to suck in earnest. He caught his breath, giving himself over to the sensation.

Elara stepped back, a smug smile playing on her lips as she watched Sandra work her magic. She reached down and slid her fingers through Sandra’s hair, gripping it tightly and guiding her movements. The brunette moaned around his cock, her eyes flicking up to meet his as she took him deeper, her cheeks flushing with arousal.

With a sudden decisive motion, Elara pushed Sandra’s head down, forcing her to take him fully into her mouth. Sandra gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn’t protest, her eyes still locked with his as she began to bob up and down in a steady rhythm that made his hips jerk in response.

Elara’s own hand slid up behind Sandra’s thighs, her long fingers slipping easily into the wet warmth of her cleft. She began to pump them in and out in time with Sandra’s movements, her own hips rocking slightly as she watched the scene unfold before her. Paul’s eyes rolled back in his head as Sandra’s mouth swallowing him became almost too much to handle.

Sandra’s moans grew louder as Elara’s fingers curled inside her, finding that special spot that never failed to make her squirm. She took him deeper, her throat convulsing around him as she swallowed his length, her own need for release growing more urgent with every stroke.

“Now,” Elara murmured, her voice filled with authority. She stepped back, her hand sliding out of Sandra’s hair. “Lie back,” she ordered, pointing at the bed.

Sandra obeyed, her legs still shaking slightly as she lay down, her gaze never leaving Elara’s. Paul watched, his breathing ragged, as Elara positioned herself over Sandra’s face. She lowered her hips, the soft, wet heat of her pussy hovering just above Sandra’s parted lips.

“Open your mouth,” Elara instructed, her voice a seductive whisper.

Sandra’s eyes flickered up to hers, a mix of excitement and obedience in their depths. She lay back. her legs spread wide as he positioned himself between her thighs. He was still hard, his erection bobbing slightly as he watched Elara straddle her face. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a delicious tension that coiled tight in his belly.

Elara’s thighs parted and she lowered herself further, the softness of her sex brushing against Sandra’s mouth. The brunette’s tongue darted out, tasting her, and Elara’s hips jerked in response. Sandra moaned, the vibration resonating through Elara’s clit as she opened her mouth wider, eager to take her in.

He took in the sight, his heart hammering in his chest. He moved closer, his cock standing at full attention. He watched as Elara’s pussy descended onto his girlfriend’s face, the plump folds of flesh parting to reveal the glistening pinkness within.

With a grin, he stepped forward and positioned himself between Sandra’s spread legs, his eyes feasting on the sight of her wet, swollen pussy. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, making his head spin. He lined himself up, his cock pulsing with anticipation. With one smooth motion, he drove into her, the sound of their bodies connecting echoing through the room. Sandra’s muffled cry was lost against Elara’s flesh as he buried himself to the hilt. The sensation of her tight, wet cunt enveloping him was almost too much to handle. He’d never felt anything like this, the way she clenched around him, the way she responded to every one of his movements.

His hips took on a punishing rhythm, his cock plunging into the brunette’s welcoming heat over and over again. Her moans grew louder muffled only by Elara’s cunt grinding down on her face.

Sandra’s eyes fluttered shut as she focused on pleasuring the woman above her, her tongue flicking and lapping at the sweet, salty taste. Meanwhile, her own pleasure mounted, each thrust from Paul sending waves of sensation through her body.

Elara’s hips began to move in earnest, her breath coming in short gasps as she approached the peak of her arousal. Sandra felt the familiar tightening of muscles, the way Elara’s legs began to shake and quiver around her shoulders. She knew the star was close, and she was determined to make this an experience she’d never forget.

With a final, deep plunge of her tongue, she felt Elara’s body tense and then release in a powerful orgasm. The pop star’s juices flooded Sandra’s mouth and spilled over her face, the sweet, musky taste of her filling the air. Elara’s thighs clamped around her head as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her body trembling with the intensity of her release. Sandra lapped eagerly, savouring every drop, her own desire climbing higher with each moan that was torn from Elara’s throat.

As the star’s tremors began to subside, she pulled away, panting heavily, her eyes glazed over with satisfaction. She looked down at Sandra, her face a mess of cum and makeup, and laughed breathlessly. “You’re so good,” she murmured, her voice hoarse with passion.

Sandra looked up at her, her own eyes glazed with lust and need. She licked her lips, tasting Elara’s exquisite release. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice straining as Paul’s cock pounded into her pussy.

He watched, his eyes never leaving Elara’s face as he felt his own orgasm approaching. He could feel his balls tighten, the familiar tingle starting at the base of his spine. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

Elara must have noticed the change in his expression because she leaned down and whispered in his ear. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?” Her voice was a sweet, seductive caress that sent shivers down his spine.

He nodded, unable to form words as the intensity of his climax grew. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his neck as she whispered, “Pull out of her, and take her place on the bed.”

The challenge in her voice was unmistakable, and Paul knew he was being taunted. But instead of anger, he felt his arousal spike even higher. He pulled out of Sandra with a groan, his cock glistening with her juices. He watched as the girl shifted onto her side, panting and trembling from the pleasure she’d just received.

Without a moment’s respite Elara ordered him to take Sandra’s place on the bed while his girlfriend stood directly over him, her legs spread wide apart.

His cock stood at full attention, his desire for Elara making it throb painfully. He watched as she took a firm grip on his erection, her delicate fingers wrapping around his girth with surprising strength. Her eyes never left his as she leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. “Now, let’s see if you can make her scream,” she murmured, a devilish glint in her gaze.

With a swift, confident motion, Elara held his cock as she ordered his girlfriend to lower herself onto the shaft. Sandra eagerly obeyed, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he filled her completely, her walls stretching around his length. Elara’s hand remained there, guiding him, ensuring he was deep inside her before she stepped back, allowing Sandra to take control.

Their bodies moved in unison, Sandra rising and falling on his cock with a grace that belied the raw passion in her eyes. His hands found her hips, his grip tightening as he watched Elara’s own arousal grow. She had moved to the edge of the bed, her own hand between her legs, her eyes never leaving their intimate dance.

“Fuck her hard,” Elara ordered, her own breathing growing ragged as she watched them. “Make her cum.”

His eyes held hers, the command sending a fresh wave of lust crashing through him. He gripped Sandra’s hips, pulling her down onto him with renewed strength. He could feel Elara’s eyes on them, her gaze intense and focused as she watched him fill his girlfriend, her hand still playing with her own wetness.

Sandra’s breath caught as he slammed into her, the sensation of his cock hitting her deepest spot making her moan. She threw her head back, her breasts bouncing with the force of his thrusts.

Elara watched, her own hand moving faster, her eyes dark with desire as she took in the sight of them together. She reached forward and pinched one of Sandra’s nipples, the brunette’s back arching in response. “Look at me,” she ordered, her voice low and seductive.

Sandra’s eyes widened, her pussy tightening around his cock as she obeyed, her gaze locked on Elara’s face. The star leaned in closer, her hand still stroking him, her fingers playing along his shaft as he thrust upwards into Sandra’s cunt. She was in control now, her hand guiding him, setting the rhythm as she pushed him deeper into the brunette’s wet heat.

“You like being watched, don’t you?” Elara purred, her eyes never leaving Sandra’s. “Tell me, you little whore, have you ever been filled like this?”

Sandra’s eyes widened with the mix of pleasure and humiliation at the crude words. She knew Elara was pushing her buttons, but she also knew it was part of the game, the thrill of submission that made her wetter than she already was. She nodded, her voice a needy whimper as she took him deeper, her pussy clenching around his shaft.

“Good,” Elara murmured, her eyes gleaming with a predatory satisfaction. “Now, let’s see how much of a show you can give us.”

Her hand slipped away from his cock, leaving it slick with her own juices as she moved around the bed. Paul swiftly turned pushing Sandra back down on the bed before thrusting into her once more, barely missing a stroke. Sandra felt a fresh jolt of excitement as Elara moved to straddle her face once again, her pussy hovering just above her mouth., as the star began to grind her hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Sandra eagerly opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste the star’s arousal. She felt Elara’s wetness coating her lips as her tongue slid along the folds of her sex, exploring every inch of her. The pop star’s hips began to rock faster, her breath coming in short gasps as Sandra found her clit and flicked it with the tip of her tongue.

Elara’s hands were on Sandra’s thighs, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she held them wide apart. The brunette’s mouth was a warm, wet heaven, her tongue teasing and exploring with a skill that was unmatched.

Sandra felt the pop star’s muscles tighten around her own fingers as she slid them into the woman’s eager pussy, her thumb pressing against her clit. The sound of their muffled moans filled the air, groans of lust driving them both closer to the edge.

Paul’s cock was a steel rod between her legs, the head brushing against her swollen clit with each thrust. Sandra’s eyes rolled back in her head as she felt his hands grip her hips, holding her in place as he began to move in earnest.

Elara’s pussy was a delicious heat above her, and Sandra’s tongue darted out to taste her, sliding along the folds of her sex with a hunger that grew more intense with every second. She felt Elara’s legs quiver as she pushed her tongue deep inside, exploring the warm, wet channel.

His rhythm grew more urgent, his hips driving into Sandra’s with a ferocity that sent waves of pleasure through her. She knew he was close, could feel the tension in his body as he fucked her, his cock swelling with his impending release.

Elara’s eyes were closed now, her head thrown back in ecstasy as Sandra’s tongue worked its magic on her clit. The pop star’s hips bucked wildly, her juices spilling out and down her thighs. Sandra could feel her own climax building, her body responding to the dual assault of Paul’s cock and Elara’s taste.

With a final, desperate thrust, Paul let out a roar as he erupted inside Sandra, his hot cum filling her up as she writhed beneath him. At the same time, Elara’s body convulsed, her pussy clamping down around Sandra’s face as she came hard, her sweet nectar flooding her mouth.

“Good girl,” Elara murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction.

His cock was still buried deep inside Sandra, her legs trembling around his hips. He knew he wasn’t allowed to touch Elara, but the sight of her breasts bouncing just before his eyes was almost too much to resist. He gritted his teeth, his eyes never leaving hers as he continued to pound into Sandra, who was now a writhing mess beneath them.

Elara’s pussy ground down on Sandra’s face, the brunette’s moans muffled by the star’s wet flesh. Paul could see the pleasure etched on Elara’s face, the way her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she watched him fuck his girlfriend. It was a heady thrill, one that only served to make him harder, his strokes more demanding.

“Switch,” Elara ordered suddenly, her voice still breathy with desire. “Lie back, Carina.”