Chapter 12: Wednesday, Something for Everyone

Morning Quickie

Denise and I woke tangled together, sunlight striping the sheets. Our mouths met before our eyes opened fully. She rolled onto me, tongue sliding deep, hips grinding against my thigh. I flipped her, we shifted, and soon my face was buried between her legs while her warm mouth slid down my cock.

The bedroom door banged open. Amy strode in, skin gleaming with sweat from her run, leggings peeled down to her ankles, sports bra tossed somewhere behind her. She dropped to her knees behind Denise, spread her cheeks, and dragged her tongue straight over Denise’s tight hole.

Denise moaned around my cock, the vibration making my balls tighten.

Footsteps in the hall. Claire appeared in the doorway, hair messy, wearing nothing but yesterday’s shirt hanging open.

I pulled my mouth off Denise long enough to growl, “Come here. Eat Amy’s cunt.”

Claire didn’t hesitate. She crawled behind Amy, yanked her hips back, and buried her face between Amy’s cheeks, tongue lapping at her pussy while Amy kept rimming Denise. Denise sucked harder, bobbing faster. Amy’s tongue worked in wet circles, pushing inside Denise’s ass. Claire’s fingers dug into Amy’s thighs as she licked and sucked noisily. The room filled with wet sounds and muffled moans.

Denise came first, thighs clamping around my head, her cry vibrating down my shaft. I followed seconds later, pumping thick ropes of cum into her throat while she swallowed every drop.

Amy pulled her face away, panting. “Fuck, yes.” She rocked back against Claire’s tongue, then shuddered hard as Claire sucked her clit and pushed two fingers inside her. Amy’s orgasm hit loud and sudden, her juices dripping down Claire’s chin.

Amy stood on shaky legs, grabbed her clothes, and headed for the door. “Gotta run,” she said, still catching her breath. The door clicked behind her.

Denise turned to Claire, pulled her up onto the bed, and kissed her deep. While their tongues moved together, Denise slid two fingers into Claire’s soaked pussy and started pumping. Claire whimpered into the kiss, hips rocking, until her whole body seized and she came hard around Denise’s fingers.

Denise and I showered together—steam, soap, wandering hands—then dressed and left for work, the scent of soap and love still clinging to our skin.

The Garage

Claire texted me at 11:47 with just two words: “Parking garage. Noon.” That was all. My cock had been half-hard ever since.

The elevator to the fourth level was empty. When the doors opened, I spotted her car tucked in the far corner, exactly where she said it would be. The black sedan sat alone, surrounded by empty spaces. Smart girl. She knew how to pick her spots.

Claire stood beside the driver’s door, wearing the navy pencil skirt and white blouse I’d told her to wear. The skirt hugged her hips, stopping just above her knees. Her legs looked longer in the black heels. She kept her eyes down as I approached, but I caught the slight tremble in her shoulders.

“Sir,” she whispered when I reached her.

I didn’t answer with words. I grabbed her waist and pushed her back against the car door. My mouth found hers hard. She opened immediately, letting my tongue push past her lips. Her hands stayed at her sides. I pressed my body against hers, letting her feel my cock already straining against my slacks.

My right hand slid down her thigh, then up under her skirt. She wasn’t wearing panties. Good. My fingers found her pussy already wet, the lips swollen and slick. I pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Claire gasped into my mouth, her knees buckling slightly. I caught her with my left arm around her waist and started fucking her with my fingers, hard and fast.

“Wet already,” I murmured against her lips. “You’ve been thinking about this all morning, haven’t you?”