Chapter 16: The Throuple

Fiona woke up alone, an hour later than her normal time. Last night, she had a busy evening with clients, starting with two hours with an older man, who was around 70 years old. She licked and sucked his entire body for over an hour before she sat on his face and masturbated, her wetness flowing onto his face and tongue. Afterwards, he mounted her missionary and came inside of her after fucking for about six or seven minutes. She slowly licked him clean, and his two-hour session was over.

She showered, douched, and changed back into her original outfit and then went to her second client, a married man in his 40s, who fucked her in all three holes after she gave him an extended striptease before riding his face with her legendary-tasting pussy. He came all over her face and hair, and then, after a refractory period of time long enough until he got hard again, she gave him a wicked blowjob, sliding his hard cock completely down her throat like a seasoned pro. He groaned and nearly climaxed, then commanded her to get on her knees and elbows on the bed and fucked her in the ass until he shot his wad deep inside her colon. Another four grand to be split with the house, and another grand for a nice tip.

Showering again and performing an enema on herself, not the easiest thing to do effectively, she again put her clothes back on. She then went to her third and most profitable encounter of the evening, three rich software entrepreneurs who looked geeky and had little in the way of social skills but were as horny as any teenager and as perverted as well.

Their multi-million net worths, even before two of them were thirty, meant they had no social skills nor cared about improving them, were immature, and were sexually demanding. Even with all that money, the title of being the founders and CEOs of software companies didn’t buy them enough respect from a pretty woman to date.

Fiona had learned over the years how to handle grown men acting like delinquent teens, so she was never worried about losing control. However, she gave up her body willingly to let them achieve their sexual fantasies, most of which were just poor imitations of scenes in a porn movie.

Even with their riches from their successful company, none of them had the chance to pull such an incredibly sexy and passionate woman like Fiona in real life. Instead, they paid top dollar for her once again to get their sexual fantasies turned into reality, even if it was only for four hours. All three had chosen to go the paid girlfriend route instead of trying to pick up a woman. Fiona, on the other hand, although expensive, was a sure thing and incredibly beautiful and alluring as well. Three men using her for four hours, without any discounts, meant a $36,000 fee to show for the physical irritation of getting gang-fucked for so long.

They decided to work as a team to wear out the prostitute they scheduled, who was Fiona. They had her strip, coarsely fondling and grabbing her body, squeezing her tits, and poking her holes with their fingers. They were laughing and cursing at her, verbally degrading her as she made her body and personality available for their dirty pleasures. One by one, she sat on each man’s face, riding it with her wonderfully tasting pussy, making them groan in delight. She continued, dropping to her knees as they stood, servicing all three at once by sucking one of the cocks while jerking the other two at the same time, enjoying their hardness. They took turns with their average-sized cocks fucking her one at a time, while she sucked off one cock as the others took turns fingering her pussy and asshole from behind. They would call her nasty names and comment on her actions, calling her a skank and a dirty whore. Then they started to fuck her in earnest. She was commanded to get on her hands and knees and keep a cock in her mouth, while another mounted her from behind and fucked her hard.

None of them would climax but would get close, and after five minutes or so of hard pounding of her pussy, would pull out, and another cock would replace it, and again, it would start pounding her silly. The three geeks would trade off every five minutes or so, not giving Fiona a break to rest. She would moan and groan as she sucked the cock in her face while another cock drilled her pussy. After every position change, she would get the wet cock that was in her pussy and taste herself while she sucked.

Her pussy was getting sore as they went on. Fiona usually didn’t get such a heavy dose of dick pounding her cunt, because her clients usually wanted to eat her out for much of the session. They also treated her with respect, but these three had no idea what that meant. Fiona’s pussy taste was legendary, and that is what the clients always seemed to desire. She was getting sore because a tongue was much more forgiving on her twat than a hard, penetrating cock. That was their plan, to watch the whore get sore and hopefully in pain by getting fucked so hard for so long. It was like a perverted game to them; they even called it “hurt the whore.” By the time she felt the first gush of semen from her first climaxing cock, she was in agony.

The second man mounted her from behind, and with Fiona squeezing her pussy to heighten the feeling his cock felt while fucking her, quickly deposited a second load into her weeping hole. When he stuck his cock into her pussy, he slammed her hard, and she screamed. He didn’t care; after all, she was just a whore, albeit an expensive one, and it was fun to hear a whore moan in agony. Her pussy was gushing white foam when he pulled out.

The third man, still getting his cock deepthroated, never had the chance to make it a third pussy deposit because she used a trick she learned from her sister-whore, Taylor. She secretly slobbered onto her finger, and as the third man groaned while she sucked him off and neared a climax, she quickly slipped her finger into his asshole and found his prostate, rubbing it with force. He blasted cum down her throat, fighting a losing battle with her skills, but her win came at a cost. She was worn out, her pussy sore. After showering and dressing, she walked out of the hotel room and to the Uber, wincing as she walked.

The next day, Dan was expected home. The thought of not being able to give herself completely to him, her new boyfriend, hit her like a ton of bricks. Her attitude soured. As she walked in the front room door, Taylor had just gotten home from her final date a few minutes earlier and was sitting on one of the living room’s overstuffed leather chairs.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Taylor said to Fiona as she walked into the living room, her face showing disgust as she ambled gingerly.

“It was a tough night, Taylor. I had three different dates, which is usually no problem, but the third one was three dweeby software geeks who kept changing their coarse dicks that they used like weapons against my pussy. They changed every five minutes and would never come in me, but kept slamming me without a break. They balled the hell out of me. They fucked me for nearly two hours before any of them came. My pussy hurts, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to perform for Dan when he comes home,” Fiona wailed.

Taylor thought about it for a minute and, without saying a word, went to a large storage closet next to the main floor restroom and returned with a small package in her hand. Handing it to Fiona, she said, “Here, use this. It’s a cold press. Lie back and put it over your pussy lips and relax for an hour. It will help with the swelling. Your pussy is beat, isn’t it?”

“Oh god, Taylor, thanks!” Fiona said, thankfully. She dropped her panties to the floor, lay down on her back on the sectional, and carefully pushed the soft enclosed bag between her labia, sliding it inside her as best she could. She lay back to relax and sighed.

“You need to show Dan the enjoyment of anal sex, sweetie. Sell it to him. And a deep throat blowjob will help out, too. You’re good at that.”

“Maybe, but he likes missionary because he likes to kiss me as he is humping me,” Fiona answered. “Truth be known, it’s my favorite position, too. Having his big cock slide in and out of me while our tongues are locked together. Sometimes he pulls his head back a bit and stares into my eyes.” She sighed. “Feeling the weight of his big body, it’s so intimate.”

“That cold pack will help, so just rest. When you go to bed, get another cold pack from the closet by the bathroom. But get a good night’s sleep and take some ibuprofen and a big glass of water; it will help,” Taylor responded.

Fiona walked down the steps to the first floor to her bedroom. After taking the painkillers and a big glass of water, she walked out of the bathroom and passed in front of DJ’s room. Her door was open, and she was sleeping peacefully. DJ’s nude body was only covered from her waist down by the blanket, the top of her magnificent body naked, her firm C-cups on display for the Irish woman to enjoy. Fiona looked at the blonde’s calm face that almost seemed to be smiling.

A pang of guilt hit Fiona. DJ had been her lover for well over two years, nearly the entire time she had been working for Samantha. DJ was always there, emotionally and physically, when Fiona needed support. Yet with Dan and her hooking up so much, she couldn’t remember the last time the two women had shown each other sapphic love.

A wave of shame washed over her, and turning into DJ’s room, she walked in and dropped her clothing to the floor. She quietly pulled back the blanket and cover sheet and slid next to her closest friend. DJ said nothing but seemed to know a warm body was slipping in next to her and moved a bit to accept her. Fiona, now face-to-face with the sleeping SoCal blonde, softly kissed her as her arm draped over DJ’s midsection. DJ responded in a half-sleep with a peaceful “uummmm,” accepting the touch of the warm, soft body and all of its parts. One of DJ’s legs instinctively moved between Fiona’s, and her knee moved upward until her thigh brushed Fiona’s battered pussy.

Fiona gasped as the thigh made contact with her precious space. “Oohhh!” she gasped. DJ was startled, and her eyes opened. She was staring at the woman who had been her lover for years and now had seemingly forgotten her completely.

“Hi, baby,” DJ whispered. “I missed you.”

“I’m so sorry, DJ. I haven’t been myself for so long. I’ve been ignoring you, my love. I don’t know what has gotten into me.”

“Baby, Dan is what has gotten into you the past few weeks. There is nothing wrong with that. I’m so happy that you found your man. We’ve talked about it forever. I’m not angry at your success.”