Jim

Walking back to my car, I felt that I'd given Betty everything that she wanted this evening. I'd used her and all of her holes thoroughly and brought her many orgasms while doing so. Betty never did answer my question as to who the third would be in our next meeting. However, I had an inkling that she was wanting a female even though she'd been reluctant to admit it. After all, this wanton behavior was entirely new to her, and being with another woman probably felt quite taboo.

The Attorney's receptionist was a plausible candidate, and with our on-and-off flirting, I didn't see any problem getting her to join in on the fun. Debbie was a few years older than me and in fantastic shape for her age. She had an on-again-off-again boyfriend who seemed too distracted by his buddies and their fishing trips to give Debbie all the attention she needed. This was my in and the opportunity to have both of them at the same time. Plus, Betty could taste a little pussy while Debbie enjoyed being eaten by another woman. It was a win-win!

Betty

As Jim left, I so wanted to tell him that I'd like to try a woman for our third, but I just couldn't voice the thought, no matter how badly I desired. It was something that I was taught to be offended by, even though I always enjoyed kissing my closest girlfriend, Dawn, when we practiced for the boys. It never went any further than that, but it was always in the back of my mind to try. Hopefully, Jim would know what I wanted and bring a woman to our next rendezvous. He'd known enough to come over and fuck me silly for a few hours, so maybe he knew this too.

He was barely down the street, and the thought of having him again, already had me leaking down my inner thighs. As my fingers found my drooling pussy, I imagined what it would be like to taste another woman's. Would it be salty like Jim or a little sweet and tangy like my own, I thought as my fingers found their way to my open mouth for tasting. Would I ever be satisfied after Jim unlocked the hussy inside? Could Jim keep up with my unnaturally continuous yearnings, or would he begin to rent me out as his personal whore? How would we split the earnings, or would he do it all for free?

All those things running through my head had my hands working furiously over my cunt and ass. Both were sore from all we'd done earlier, but I couldn't help myself as my fingers slipped in and out with ease. I needed something longer to hit the depths that Jim's cock had done only minutes ago. Glancing around the room, my eyes lit on the refrigerator as I recalled my grocery shopping trip from a day ago. I always purchased lots of fresh vegetables due to my enjoyment of salads for dinner. Moving to the fridge, I swung open the door with a bit too much force and jerked open the drawer on the bottom.

I'd purchased a three-pack of thin English cucumbers. Pulling them out, I tore open the plastic and gave them a quick rinse before plunging one in each of my pubic area holes. The chill of them stopped me in my tracks as the shock sent me over the edge.

"Oh, fuccckkk!" I wailed as my dirty mind imagined two cocks in me simultaneously. I'd become a complete slave to my carnal desires and couldn't seem or want to control myself. Lying on the floor, I shook and squirmed while holding both of them deep inside me. As the climax passed, I began working them both in and out. Wanting even more, I grabbed the last faux cock and stuffed it into my needy cunt, stretching me to new limits.

My final peak of the evening left me passed out on the kitchen floor. Waking in the middle of the night, I finally seemed sated as I sat up to find the three green dildos lying between my open thighs. Still quite drained, I struggled to stand and made my way, weavingly to my bed.  

The sun was high when I finally awoke. My groin ached as my labia and pucker were very tender from my initial inspections. I moved gingerly to the bathroom, where I drew a warm bath for soaking. It stung a little as I first settled into the water but soon became relaxing and even a little sensual. I reached for the Epsom salts and sprinkled them into the tub as I added a little more hot water. Spreading my legs as far apart as possible to let the warmth invade my private areas, I drifted off.

Jim

I was busy the following day and surprisingly hadn't seen any evidence of Betty at all. Reading a story during lunch, I imagined that the terminal slut in the tale was Betty herself. As I paused in the story, I wondered whether she finally got enough to quell her desires or if she continued to masturbate long after I left her house. Either way, I needed to get Debbie alone momentarily to extend my proposition to her. If she wasn't interested, then I'd have to call a buddy of mine for a little double-penetration on my horny little slut.

Walking to take a piss, I noticed that Debbie was outside having a smoke, so I quickly made my way out of the basement door and up the steps.

"Hey, sexy lady," I offered as an opening line, hopeful that I didn't overreach right out of the gate.

"What do you want, you perpetually horny toad?" Debbie replied in her usual snarky tone.

Coming straight to the point, since that's the kind of gal she was, I proposed, "So, it seems that Betty next door is quite the little voyeur and has been spying on me since we've been here. Anyway, one thing led to another, and now she's my slut du jour, and she's looking for a female third to be her first. Are you interested?"

I could see the smoke from her brain cells burning rapidly, or was it just her cigarette? As a smile formed across her normally stoic face, she said, "Wait a minute. You fucked Betty next door, and now she wants a woman added to the mix? Is that what you said?"

"Exactly! She is a serious slut. I don't think that there's anything she won't due for an orgasm. That woman sucked my cock clean after I fucked her back door silly, and still wanted more. Would you like an all-night licking? I'm very sure that she'd do that for you as long as we keep giving her climaxes."

"It has been a while since that idiot boyfriend of mine went down on me for any length of time. Plus, it's been far too long since I've been with another woman. Okay, when do you want to do this?"

"When are you free?" I countered.

"Tomorrow after work is good for me."

"Alright, I'll make it happen. We can go over together after work tomorrow."

"Sounds fun! Thanks for thinking of me," Debbie replied with a sly little grin.

"Oh, I'm always thinking about you, sexy," I countered while grinning a little myself. Turning away, I headed back inside to continue working.

Betty

Rising from the tub and feeling rejuvenated, I dried off and wrapped the towel around myself before heading into the kitchen. As I made a pot of coffee, I spied Jim outside talking to Debbie, the Attorney's assistant. I felt a pang of jealousy when I saw them share some sexy glances at the end, but I was actually more curious. I'd seen them speak often but was pretty sure from their body language that there was nothing between them. Could he be talking to her about being our third? God, I hope so! What a sexy bitch, and I could easily see myself between her spread thighs.

It was the coffee pot making its last loud gurgling sounds that broke me from my slutty visions. It was hard to believe how far I'd sunk in the previous couple of weeks, especially yesterday in particular. But even though I felt shame at how I acted, I knew I would do it all and more again without hesitation. I was Jim's sexual pet for the using and sharing as long as he kept me sexually satisfied. After a few sips of my coffee, I cleaned up my mess from the night before and then headed to my bedroom to find something super sexy to wear. I didn't know if Jim was coming over tonight, but I wanted to be ready if he did.

After finding a light summer dress with spaghetti straps, I slipped it on without any undergarments. The feeling of freedom was exhilarating, to say the least. It was only three in the afternoon after I ate something, so I pulled the telescope into place and checked on my pimp. It was a funny-sounding word, but what else could I call him. He wasn't a boyfriend or even a one-night stand. I was his whore, and he used me as such. Jim had already spoken of sharing me with others, which only got my juices flowing even more. Just thinking about that had me leaking again as I spied on him doing his work.

Deciding to tease him a little, I stepped out the kitchen door and walked over to his basement window. Kneeling down, I opened my legs while tapping on the window. He was on the phone but turned quickly to see my clean-shaven pussy smiling back at him. I was hoping to show him my handiwork in person, but the look on his face was worth the early showing.

Then he did it to me all over again. Hanging up the phone, Jim moved my way while unbuckling his pants and dropping them to the floor to reveal his growing member. Standing a few feet from the window, he began to stroke himself while working his tongue like he was licking me. The urge to play with myself was overwhelming, even as exposed as I was. If anyone had walked past on the sidewalk, they would've gotten a primo view of my nudity. Unable to resist, I let my fingers touch my labia the way his tongue had during our first encounter.

He kept up full strokes on his leaking cock as his tongue did small circles as if it was working my clit. I followed his lead and began doing the same with my finger. I rose to the edge rapidly, as did he. When the first spurt of his cum was released, I, too, came with one hand on the wall supporting me while the other continued to tease my puss.  

Jim pulled up his pants and grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen from his desk to write something. Returning to the window, he pushed the paper against it. He wrote, "Be over at 5:15 to lick you clean."

To be continued...