Chapter 178

~~Natasha~~

“Bye,” Samantha said, waving as she stepped out of the apartment, Daniel beside her. “Bye!” And back to the tower she went, sheriff in tow.

Natasha and Jessy waved from the couch. So did her boys, and Eric, and Beatrice and Jennifer and Athalia and Sándor. The others were in the kitchen, having an argument about how to cook steaks. Well, the boys were and Eric were, and Athalia. Sándor said nothing, while the two vampires witches provided witty commentary as they examined the raw steaks.

Jessy and Tash, on the other hand, stayed on the couch, the one along the wall across from the kitchen, so they could see the kitchen, the others, and the door as Sam and the sheriff left. Which was a good spot to be sitting, because the video playing on Tash’s phone, was utterly carnal. If Sam saw it, she’d implode.

It’d taken a second to figure out what was happening in the video, but after a few disorienting camera pans, they’d pieced together the puzzle. And they watched it again.

It was Jack’s bedroom in his fancy mansion; well, one of his bedrooms. Antoinette’s ghoul Ashley had the phone, and she was having fun with it, aiming it at her own naked body before turning it to face the crowd on the bed. And it was a crowd. Antoinette was on her back with Julee snuggled into her left side, hugging and kissing the woman’s absolutely enormous left breast. Jack’s three thralls were kneeling on Antoinette’s right, and each of them were also kissing the Prince’s body, burying her right breast and big pink nipple in kisses. Antoinette looked pleased.

Jack was straddling her stomach, and with his three thralls on Antoinette’s right, each of them pushing their face into her right breast, the breast was sitting more in the center of her torso. Ashley brought the camera in nice and close, so it showed Jack’s penis rubbing on the huge breast, his dripping wet glans leaving trails of juices along her areola. His thralls kissed it away, and either kissed the engorged nipple, suckling on it, or they kissed Jack’s penis. Or each other, often with Jack’s penis, or Antoinette’s nipple between them.

A hand stroked the base of his length. At first Tash thought it was his own hand, but Jack’s hands were out of the way, behind him, as if he didn’t want his arms to get in the way of the camera. It was Elaine’s hand. She was also straddling Antoinette, sitting behind Jack and reaching around him so she could work his shaft with one, and sometimes both of her hands.

Jack let out a small groan, and Ashley zoomed in so all the camera could see, was Antoinette’s breast, the faces of three thralls kissing and licking and suckling, and Jack’s cock with Elaine’s hand, milking him as he gushed cum onto his lover’s nipple. The thralls let out quiet moans as they buried his cock in kisses, again half kissing each other, half kissing Antoinette’s nipple, and covering it all in more strands of white as the young man gushed cum. A lot of cum. Jack was taking advantage of his Kindred body and indulging in his orgasm, prolonging it and making sure to absolutely coat Antoinette’s breast until it looked like avant-garde art.

Judging from the quiet, satisfied moans from the Prince, she wasn’t just enjoying it. She was cumming, too. Tash knew her boss had very sensitive nipples, but, wow.

With an ecstatic giggle, Ashley handed the camera to one of the thralls. They took it as Ashley cuddled into Antoinette’s left side along with Julee, and the position was repeated. Ashley and Julee pushed their master’s giant left breast up onto her torso, and buried it in kisses as Elaine guided Jack’s cock onto it. The young man’s great grandsire worked his length in slow, deep strokes, and made sure to run his dripping glans around her friend’s areola in circles, before settling it on the center of her nipple so the two ghouls could kiss it and their mistress at the same time. And each other.

It wasn’t long before Jack came again, and drenched the Prince’s other breast in white.

Jessy and Tash both gulped as they leaned back into Tash’s couch.

“Jesus fucking christ,” Jessy said. “That kid is just living in a fantasy world.”

“You have four g-ghouls who—”

“Yeah yeah I know. But I haven’t fucked them since Eric. This kid though, has got two ancient elder vamps pampering the shit out of him, and five sex slaves he’s pumping his cum into on the reg.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Athalia asked as she walked over. Apparently a lull in the argument about steaks allowed her to hear the ever-too-loud Jessy.

Jessy snatched Tash’s phone and tossed it to her.

“H-Hey!”

“Oh come on. If Ashley sent it to you, she’s gonna send it to me, too. And Fiona. Athalia would see it eventually anyway.”

“Jesus,” Athalia said, staring at the phone. “I ... Jesus.”

“I know, right?” Jessy said, chuckling and gesturing to the phone. “Christ, I’m jealous.”

“Envious,” Tash said.

“Whatever!”

Her raised voice drew the others, and soon everyone was standing around Athalia and looking at the phone.

“Holy shit,” Matthew and Art said together.

Jen and Triss stared. Sándor looked, face its usual unreadable, stern self, but he did do a double take before eventually sitting on the other couch.

“You vampires are ridiculous,” Athalia said, and she gestured to the phone as she held it a little closer to Triss and Jen. “That ... boy, has seven women in his bed!”

“That he fucking does,” Triss said, and she took the phone. “My fucking god the tits on that woman.”

“Indeed,” Jen said, and she leaned in close to admire the video. “Though, I think it’s worth noting that Jack is quite the sexy little morsel. Julias trained him well.”

“Fuck yeah he did,” Triss said. “Kid’s got abs for days.”

Nodding, Jen licked her lips as she glanced Sándor’s way. “And quite an exquisite looking cock. Look how Elaine holds it.”

Poor Sándor. The man looked up at Jennifer, eyebrow raised, and Jen giggled as she leaned over the sitting man and gave him a quick kiss. The girl loved to tease. How she wasn’t Daeva, Tash would never know.

Matt, Art, and Eric all looked clearly troubled. They liked what they saw, but the camera was focused on Jack’s penis, a man they knew. Men got awkward about that sorta thing.

Athalia looked just as troubled, at least she did for a moment, before she took the phone back, sat beside Tash on the end of the couch, and made the motion like she was about to return the phone ... but didn’t. She slowly drew it back and stared at it as she leaned into the couch’s arm. The video didn’t stop. It just kept going and going, showing stuff Tash hadn’t seen yet. Seeing the young man pin Ashley down by her throat against Antoinette’s sternum, the Prince’s huge breasts resting on her ghoul’s shoulders, while Jack fingered the lithe, skinny girl into a plethora of orgasms, was particularly hypnotizing.

Jessy laughed. “I’m picking up on a few clues, Athalia.”

With a snort, Athalia quickly gave Tash back the phone. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Ha, yeah you do. Skinny girl getting choked and fingered into a coma? Bet that scratches a fantasy.”

Athalia groaned. The only thing hiding the blush in her cheeks was her dark complexion.

“Don’t be absurd. Not every girl walking around Dolareido is looking to wind up in an orgy.”

Jessy leaned in over Tash toward Athalia, and her grin would have made the Devil envious.

“I didn’t say orgy.” She licked her lips. “I bet a lot of your sex with the sheriff plays out like this: you, him, sitting around on a couch, having some pretty fulfilling but boring-as-fuck conversation about real life shit. You get up, maybe to get a bite to eat, but you make sure to put just a little hip sway into it, or toss your hair a bit. You play innocent. Suddenly Daniel, the big tall scary-as-all-hell sheriff is there, silent as an assassin, and you turn around, pretending to be shocked. He adjusts his glasses as he looks at you, gaze steady, like some sort of anime villain, and—”

“Anime?” Jennifer asked as she sat beside Sándor on the other couch. “You watch cartoons?”

“Shut up, let me finish. Then he reaches down, takes both your hands, and pins them up over your head against a wall. He uses his other, slips them into your pants, and—”

“Fine, fine!” Athalia squirmed a few times. Poor woman. Vampires had a good nose for blood, and they could tell hers were flowing faster.

“Sounds awesome to me,” Triss said, sitting on Sándor’s other side. “I mean, getting pinned against a wall and fingered and shit. I’m not really into Daniel. Dude scares me and not in the sexy way.”

“He’s not scary...” After a moment of silence from the room, Athalia groaned and shook her head. “He’s not! Not ... usually ... He’s just quiet.”

“Quiet like Sándor?” Jennifer asked, before shaking her head. “No, it’s not the same. Sándor is quiet because that’s who he is. Daniel is quiet because he’s plotting a thousand ways to kill you every time he looks at you, and because he knows showing any kind of expression would be a tactical disadvantage.”

That did sum up Tash’s sire pretty well. There was always something going on his head, probably dozens of somethings. He never stopped thinking, planning, plotting. It was why he made a good Mekhet, and a good sheriff.

A tiny mewl erupted from Tash’s phone. The video was still playing, and despite the volume being set super low, a woman had made a loud enough noise everyone in the room heard it. Before Tash could stop the video, Jessy snatched the phone, and groaned.

“Wow, that girl has got a kink.” And because she had to, Jessy held up the phone in a slow pan for everyone to see. Jack was fucking Julee, very hard, while the girl was on her knees between Antoinette’s legs, hands pressing on her mistress’s hips. The Prince had both her hands around her ghoul’s throat, and was clearly choking the girl while Jack pounded her from behind. And to make matters worse for the poor brunette ghoul, Elaine knelt beside her, and was routinely giving the ballerina’s butt a rather harsh slap.

Julee always had a super innocent look to her, and kinda behaved like Tash sometimes. Which made the new twist the video had taken all the more problematic, because everyone knew the sort of kinks Tash enjoyed, considering the videos she’d shared. The grin from Matt and Art confirmed, they were picturing her getting the same treatment.

“That reminds me,” Triss said. “Anyone find a guy for Sam, yet?”

“Is that something we’re doing?” Jessy asked, looking to Athalia. “I mean, Jacob hasn’t even been dead a month. Moving on kinda fast.”

At this point, everyone knew Athalia and Samantha had become close friends, even if it was Beatrice who spoke on her behalf. It made sense. Triss would always be more comfortable with the group than Athalia.

“It is something we’re doing,” Athalia said. “Maybe not throw her into a situation right now, but Sam is not the sort of woman who should be alone. She’s her happiest when she has someone.”

Tash tapped her chin. That, was true. Samantha was simply not the sort of woman who did well on her own, which, kinda irked Tash. Her, Jessy, Jen and Triss, and obviously Athalia, all prided themselves on their autonomy. It felt weird suggesting that the woman was actually better off with someone in her life, and yet, it was true. Some people simply did better when they weren’t alone. Some people needed other people.

There wasn’t anything wrong with that, but it did mean the lot of them weren’t well equipped to understand her. And they all knew it, each of them throwing some guilty glances at each other.

“I’m sure the Prince is helping her,” Sándor said.

Triss nodded. “Yeah, but, there’s gonna be a bit of awkwardness there. And, uh, I’d ask Othello, ‘cause that dude absolutely loves hanging out with Madison and other people every moment of every night. But with his history with Sam, that’d get weird.”

“How about Fiona?” Jessy asked, looking back to Athalia. “She’s got that kinda personality.”

“Yes,” Athalia said, “but she’s just a kid. And sure, her Horror has memories of her own, and plenty of wisdom to share, but none of that would help in this situation.”

“This,” Matthew said with a powerful hand gesture, aimed to the sky, “is a challenge for the likes of the pack!”

“No it isn’t,” Jessy said, shaking her head.

“No, it isn’t,” Eric said, shaking his head.

“Yes it is!” With a confident nod, Matt spun around once in the center of the living room, before he grabbed one of the kitchen stools and sat on it. “You lot may not have noticed, but I generally don’t like being alone. Art and I hang out twenty-four-seven. Others in the pack go all day every day with someone else in the pack nearby. We know a thing about social types.”

That was also true. The Uratha were a pack, and they did talk to each other and other people all the time. They mingled with the kine, and vampires too, made friends, and got the ‘lay of the land’ the old fashioned way: lots of talking. Eric was the oddity.

“Gonna sleep with her?” Jessy asked Matt, raising a hand. “‘Cause, I mean, if you two and Tash bag Sam, I want that video. Or can I just, like, come watch?” Eric sat on the arm of the couch beside Jessy, and gave his girlfriend a firm, loving pat on the shoulder. Which quickly evolved into a forceful squeeze that earned a squint of pain from her. “I give I give! Jesus!”

They all laughed. It was a nice sound.

Tash raised a hand. “That d-does bring up a good point, though.”

“Wait, it does?” Jessy asked.

“Yes.” And she gave her friend a pat on the leg, much gentler than Eric’s. “Do we w-want Sam to find someone else to love, or just a friend? And, I s-suppose, maybe someone else to fuck as well?”

“That is a good point,” Triss said. “I’d just assumed we were gonna play matchmaker, but Sam doesn’t necessarily need someone to replace James and Jacob. At least, not yet. She definitely needs romance in her life, but in the meantime, yeah maybe a friend?”

“I’m her friend,” Athalia said.

“Yeah I know, you’re a closer friend to her than I am, and I’m glad. But Sam’s gotta have some man energy in her life. And some dick. So a friend with benefits.”

Jennifer nodded. “Agreed. She’s just that kind of woman. If this was a eighty years ago, she’d be a stay-at-home mom raising six children, and loving every moment of that life. She’d happily cook supper for everyone, and when her husband came home from a hard day at work, she’d happily give his tired body a massage and quick blowjob in the privacy of the bathroom before serving supper to him and the kids.”

Tash raised a brow as she looked at Jen. They all did. But the Ventrue just shrugged like what she’d said was perfectly reasonable.

“I read a lot,” she said, as if that explained everything. “Though, in retrospect, she’d do all that, but she’d also be one of the first people to help the resistance if it was World War II.” And the last detail gave it away. She was reading about some romance story set during World War II. From the look on her face, she’d found the fantasy of being a loving house wife back then strangely appealing. Or at least novel.

“Okay,” Triss said, laughing. “I uh, wasn’t picturing that. But yeah, Sam likes being a mom and wife and sitting around with a bunch of other wives, drinking wine and talking about their kids and the latest books they’ve read and the latest shit crime or medical drama they’re watching.”

Jessy, Athalia, and Tash all cringed.

“Exactly,” Matt said. “So, the Uratha can help her out. Carter—”

Oh no. Matt cut himself off as he looked down, and took a deep breath as he gulped down something in his throat. He’d forgotten. Much as Tash hadn’t known Carter, he had seemed like an interesting, older man.

“Carter,” Art said, stepping in closer to his best friend, “might have been an interesting match for Sam. Old fart, bitter on the surface, but a heart of gold.”

They all smiled. That did sound like it could have worked.

“So we’re sure it needs to be a man?” Jessy asked.

They all looked to Triss and Jen.

“Uh...” Triss scratched her head a few times and looked to Jen for help. Jen shrugged and gestured back to her. “Uh, well, I mean, probably? I think Sam is her happiest when she’s opposite some masculine energy, you know? But, um, sexually, she’s ... willing to explore.”

Jessy leaned in. “Gimme. Details.”

“I don’t—”

Jen leaned in toward Jessy. “Her, riding Jacob, but facing Othello. Othello, fucking Madison’s ass until she’s a mewling mess and clutching Sam for dear life. Sam, kissing and suckling on Madison’s breasts as the gorgeous creature cums her brains out.”

“Fuuuuck.” Jessy squirmed a few times as she looked up and let her imagination wander.

“Jen,” Sándor said, “I think maybe Sam would prefer you didn’t tell everyone about her sexual past.”

Jennifer grumbled as she sat back and folded her arms across her chest. She knew Sándor was right, and it was terribly cute seeing her take his advice. Something about the way the man talked was soothing, even when he was more-or-less berating Jen for being rude. You couldn’t be mad at Sándor, and you couldn’t help but consider his words when he felt the need to say something. Part of that was how rarely he did say something. Part of that was his calm, direct, mentor-like way of talking. No wonder Azamel asked him to take over for her.

“Either way,” Triss said, “she needs a man in her life.”

“Agreed,” Athalia said. “I guess we should all keep an eye open. And ... as much as it pains me to even think of it, Samantha probably wouldn’t mind us trying to help her more overtly. She is a social creature. As long as we respect her, we can do this like ... like...”

“Like normal people would?” Art said, laughing. “You know, hanging out, talking, having a good time, getting drunk and introducing people?”

“I do that!” Jessy said. “Minus the drunk part.”

Arturo shook his head. “You’re on the hunt when you do that. Either for blood or sex, but you’re always on the hunt, Gangrel. And it comes through in your actions. Even the humans see a predator when you’re on your best behavior.”

With a playful, fake scoff, Jessy put her fingers on her sternum, as if Art had just wounded her with his words.

“You wound me, sir!” There it was. “I’m not ... always hunting.”

“Yes you are,” Triss and Jen and Eric said in unison.

Jessy slumped her shoulders and leaned against Eric’s hip, him sitting on the couch arm.

“You’re out of your depth,” Art said. “Antoinette would do better.”

“P-Probably,” Tash said, “but it would be awkward. I know I can b-barely talk normally when my sire is around.”

Jessy lifted a finger. “Same.”

“Then I think,” Art said, “it’s time Sam made some new friends in the Uratha. I bet Brianna or Clara could help her quite a bit. Though you should probably come too, Athalia.”

“Sure, I’ll be there.” Nodding, Athalia got up, and headed for the door. “If you’ll excuse me, I think I’m going to head home.”

“Let me know how it goes,” Jessy said, grinning at Athalia like a devil.

After a heavy, exaggerated groan, Athalia grinned slightly, and went.

“Why not!?”

“B-Because...” Tash squirmed on her couch, suppressed her embarrassment, and glared at Jessy on her laptop screen. “Because!”

Jessy rolled her eyes. She was on her side, in bed, and Eric was behind her. It wasn’t the first time Jessy had called her during the middle of sex with her boyfriend, and it wasn’t the first time Tash hadn’t hung up immediately when she’d realized.

“Tash, I’m telling you, and Eric’s confirmed. Whatever Luna did to the city, it’s made it safe for Uratha to transform. Well, I mean, safer. As long as you don’t try and kill them, I’m sure Matt and Art can fuck you senseless, no worries!”

Tash frowned and folded her arms across her chest. How Jessy managed to have a conversation with Eric spooning and fucking her, Tash didn’t know. The Gangrel was clearly enjoying herself, with nipples blatantly hard, and little shivers occasionally working through her. Her laptop’s camera was pointed at her upper body, and Jessy had her head propped up on a palm, elbow against the mattress so her other hand could work the laptop.

Eric peeked over her shoulder long enough to give Tash an affirming nod, and kiss Jessy’s neck, before he sank back behind her. His arm sneaked up around Jessy and half hugged her before he cupped her lower breast, and casually teased and caressed it, while he maintained a slow fucking rhythm. Jessy had completely corrupted him.

“Matt and Art are huge! And I’m t-t-tiny!”

Jessy outright moaned, and it wasn’t because of Eric.

“Sounds perfect to me.”

“Well, unlike you, my v-vagina isn’t the size of a—”

Jessy laughed and pointed a finger at the camera.

“We’ve seen you getting double stuffed by those two boys, Tash. You can’t fool me. I saw the look in your eyes when you looked and saw yourself getting split open. You were wondering what it’d be like if they were giant, fucking glorious wolf monsters, forcing huge cocks into you.”

Groaning, Tash squirmed a little more. Why was Jessy her best friend? The woman was brazen and rude and hedonistic and ... and absolutely concerned with Tash. She wanted Tash to be happy, which in Jessy’s mind, meant the best sex possible.

“I ... don’t know. I mean, they’d be so huge!”

“Just get them to go slow.”

“W-Would they listen?”

Eric poked his head up again. “Yeah, they would. Don’t worry, Tash. Luna made it pretty clear. Dolareido is a blessed city.”

“Or c-cursed,” Tash said, gesturing at nothing, but obviously implying all the things that’d happened recently.

“Yeah, true, but Luna has a vested interest in the city. She wants Uratha to stay here. And considering it’s Dolareido, she figured out a way to do that.” Eric kissed Jessy’s shoulder, and disappeared behind her again.

Jessy grinned evilly. “It’s working pretty damn well, from what I’ve heard. Mason’s fucked that Tilly girl while transformed. Even Brianna’s fucked her two boys while transformed.”

Both girls looked up, wondering. How would that work? Big powerful werewolf woman with two normal-sized vampire men?

Big movement on the camera drew Tash’s eyes. Something gigantic moved in, black and gray and white and blurry, until the camera focused and revealed a cat’s fur. An American Shorthair.

“Kat, you bitch.” Giggling, Jessy reached out and dragged Kat off the laptop’s keyboard, and into a snug hug and a big kiss on her head. The fact Kat interrupted a bout of sex didn’t bother Jessy at all, or Kat apparently. This was probably a common occurrence.

After a few pets and kisses, and deep scratches into the cat’s head fur, Jessy lifted Kat up and set her beside the laptop with only her tail in view. Judging from the tail, Kat settled down, and probably chose the laptop’s exhaust as a warm place to nap.

“You’re gonna do it sooner or later,” Jessy said. “You know you will.”

“I w-won’t.”

“You will. And then you’re gonna describe it to me in intimate details.”

Tash scrunched up her nose. “I won’t!”

Jessy laughed like an evil queen. “Yes you will. I’d say you’d eventually film it too, but fucking hell no matter what we try we can’t get cameras to work when Eric changes. Fucking werewolf Luna curse or some shit. Buuuut, you will tell me about it, ‘cause you’ll be dying to share details, you little nerd.”

Groaning, Tash looked away, but some more movement drew her eyes back. Eric was fucking Jessy faster, fast enough her big breasts rippled against her chest, and Jessy groaned quietly as she reached around and set her free hand on Eric’s hip, off camera.

“N-Not if you’re gonna be mean about it.”

“I’m not being mean!” She chuckled a few times, a few groans sneaking in between them. “It’s just killing me waiting. I want it to happen so we can talk about it! Big, juicy details.”

“You have a problem. Big meanie.”

Jessy rolled her eyes. “Imagine it, Tash. A giant, sexy-as-all-fuck werewolf with a huge hand wrapped around your waist, slowly pushing your tiny pussy onto his huge dick until he’s stretching you deep, deep, and deep. And when you think you’re about to burst, that super thick bottom part sinks in, and you can feel him so deep inside you it’s like he’s just ... wearing you on his cock like a toy.” She groaned, louder, her own dirty story driving her crazy with arousal, and she half closed her eyes as she turned her torso into the blankets.

Eric took it as a sign. He got up, got behind Jessy off camera, rolled her onto her hands and knees so the girl’s ass was high up, also off camera. The camera was focused on Jessy’s upper half, so Tash could only her friend’s big boobs smushed against the blankets, and her back curve deeply. Jessy grinned at Tash, reached out, and turned the laptop just enough so the camera was now looking down from near Jessy’s shoulder and over the rest of her body. It put Eric in view as the naked, very handsome dark-skinned man grabbed Jessy’s hips, and thrust into her hard enough the Gangrel’s big ass rippled with the impact.

Apparently the conversation had driven Jessy to the edge, because it wasn’t long before she was cumming, her groans turning into moans. She made no effort to suppress them. And as much as Tash enjoyed watching Eric’s hard body pound away at his girlfriend, arms and abs flexing with each thrust, Jessy’s noises had Tash looking at her. Why was the Gangrel so damn hot? The short pixie cut blonde hair, the muscular but feminine body, the large breasts squashed, one sticking out from under her chest where the camera could see. It was absolutely unfair.

Then again, Jessy thought the same thing about Tash and her tiny, skinny little body. The grass was always greener.

Eric and Jessy finished, and Eric sat back, leaving Jessy’s big butt to take up most of the screen, laptop still by her shoulder. Tash expected the call to end, but nope, Eric flipped Jessy over, earning a very girlish squeal from her, and he slipped his knees under her legs. There was more than a few spots of white cum on Jessy’s body around her thighs and pelvis.

“M-Missionary?” Tash asked him. With Jessy on her back and legs spread, now it was Eric’s amazing body on display, camera pointed directly at him between Jessy’s knees.

He shrugged. “What’s wrong with missionary?” The tiny, but very real cocky grin on his face was frustratingly pleasing and hard to look away from. He knew he was handsome. And he knew he could put on a good show, and play for a crowd. Spending his younger days as a professional fighter had definitely given him a bit of that arrogance Jessy loved. She probably spent every day trying to draw more of it out of him.

Jessy laughed, and slid the camera a bit so it was more beside Jessy, but a bit further away, so it could see all of both her and Eric.

“Ain’t no girl ever cum from missionary, Eric,” Jessy said.

“You have.”

“Well, yeah, when I’m full of blood and I’ve already cum five times. Kiss my fucking ear and I’d cum when I’m like that.”

Tash smiled. These two were so strangely perfect for each other, it was a joy to watch. It was also great porn, and the next time Tash saw the boys, she was going to funnel all this bundled up sexual energy right into them; and show them the recorded footage at Jessy’s request. But, it was also heartwarming to see Jessy so happy. And Eric, too.

“Eric,” Jessy said, “let Tash pick the position, ya?”

Oh no.

Eric stopped thrusting, rolled his eyes as he smiled at Jessy, and looked to the laptop.

“Hit me,” he said, waiting.

Oh no oh no. They’d never done this.

“I ... I um...”

“Come on, Tash,” Jessy said. “I know you’ve got lots of ideas. You got that horny nerd mind running all the time, picturing scenarios. How you wanna see me get fucked?”

Tash wriggled and squirmed on her couch, looked away, looked back, looked away again, before slowly looking back, eyes sliding along Jessy’s naked body, big breasts flattened against her chest, down her hard stomach, and then up Eric’s harder abs and thicker arms and shoulders.

There really was no point in being embarrassed anymore. Habits died hard, but, she did know what she wanted to see.

“Y-Your ankles ... over his shoulders...”

“Ah yeah.” Nodding, Jessy grabbed a thick pillow and put it under her butt, before lifting her hips up. Eric gave each of her ankles a quick kiss before setting them on his shoulders, before the man took her hips into his hands again, with her legs between his arms so they wouldn’t slide off.

Tash loved directing her own porn films. It scratched some weird itch inside her that loved being in control, despite very much losing control when her two boyfriends fucked her. But, telling other people how to have sex? She hadn’t thought of that.