Dating : Good Girls Get Cock and Pussy — Grayson (Part 7)

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What started out as giving Grayson the best blowjob of his life (Part 1), ended up with Steph joining our party (Part 2). I’d barely recovered from coming on the dance floor (Part 3) when Steph wanted me for herself (Part 4). Grayson didn’t complain when I rode him in the VIP section (Part 5), and I purred in delight when they joined together to love me (Part 6). Now it’s Steph’s turn to be loved.

Grayson’s cock and Steph’s tongue had left my clit swollen and my pussy satisfied. But the night wasn’t over, yet.

Grayson’s ex-sister-in-law left us lying naked on the couch and I heard the refrigerator door open, slam, and then plates rattle on the benchtop.

“Are you okay?” Grayson asked, turning me around until I lay across his chest. He stroked my soaked hair, twisting it around my swollen nipples. “You, me and Steph.”

“I’ve never kissed a woman, before her,” I admitted.

“What?” He leaned up in surprise. “But you didn’t seem — ”

“Steph’s different. She’s part of you.”

“I knew you were jealous when I brought her home that night.”

I slapped his chest, playfully and without any sting. “I’d sent you off to that charity fundraiser with the best blowjob ever. I thought you were coming home, to me.”

“I did.”

“You came home with another woman.”

“Steph isn’t another woman. She’s my — ”

“Ex-girlfriend and ex-sister-in-law.” I finished, surprising myself with the lack of jealousy or bitterness.

Steph was gorgeous. Dark, like me. Full breasts, like me. But where I had curves on top of curves, she had the beautiful long, straight legs that wrapped perfectly around a man’s hips.

Or a woman’s face.

Something to think about. Could I?

I mean, it was one thing to kiss a girl.

We’d got hot and heavy in the nightclub bathroom.

But tonight, she’d licked me everywhere that mattered, had joined with Grayson in making me cum on the dancefloor, in the VIP section and just then, on this couch.

Could I repay the favor?

Could I touch a woman, give another woman pleasure?

“Lana?” Grayson tipped my face to his, kissing me with the same passion as he had earlier in the night. This man wasn’t finished with me, not yet. “What are you thinking.”

I turned to watch Steph return with a platter of cheeses and crackers. Her eyes met mine, with an eyebrow raised. “What did I miss?”

Before I could overthink my next moves, I rolled off the couch and helped her set down the platter. I found one of Grayson’s prized red wines and allowed the peppery scent to fill the room and three glasses.

I dipped one of her fingers in my wine, and drew it to my mouth. I licked around the tip before swallowing it. I felt her nail scratch the back of my throat, and didn’t care. I sucked at it, all the while holding her gaze.

Tonight wasn’t about building a relationship or falling into love.

I was a pawn in Steph’s quest to prove to Grayson that he’d chosen wrong when he chose her sister as his wife. Now, ex-wife.

Grayson was my pawn in paying my way through college. His children demanded my presence as their favorite babysitter. Grayson was just another of my special clients. When the babysitter clock stopped, our fun started.

And Steph? She’d given pleasure, and now Grayson and I needed to reward her.

I dropped the spaghetti straps over her shoulder, the flimsy black camisole dress needing little help over her breasts before dropping to the floor.

Her large, dark pink areola was the perfect size for my mouth.

I’d kissed men’s nipples before. They were usually responsive, but flat. Sometimes with a few stray chest hairs. Not that I minded. I liked a man who was comfortable in his body without needing to be sculptured.

But Steph? I now understood a man’s fascination in a woman’s breasts.

Her nipples puckered at my touch, and I couldn’t help but massage the soft flesh. It was like touching my own, except I could feel her pleasure, her response. Fuck, this was good. The more I played and sucked, the more she groaned. We were barely conscious of Grayson moving behind her, his cock already at full mast.

Still cupping one breast, I dropped one hand lower, finding her soft wetness. Her anatomy was familiar, but feeling another woman, wasn’t the same as playing with myself.

For one thing, my hand was approaching from a different angle, and I couldn’t respond to where I wanted my hand to go, I could only be guided by her moans and head arching. Holy shit, this was hot.

My fingers followed the trail of wetness, past the hard little nub, until I found her entrance. My nails weren’t as long as hers, but I didn’t want to hurt her. Then, I brushed against Grayson’s cock which was coming at her from behind.

I looked over her shoulder, to his acknowledgement. “Remember the dance floor?” he asked.

I nodded. They’d given me this sort of sandwich on the dance floor. Steph in front and Grayson from behind.

“May I?” he asked again. “I want to fuck my friend, but only with your permission.”

I felt her tense around me. She needed this, and I needed Grayson to say the words she needed to hear.

“You want to fuck Steph? Why?”

There was only one, right answer. For Steph, and for me.

I played with his cockhead, feeling the pre-cum already ooze. I pressed closer, reaching further until I could rub his cock up and down her cheeks. I dropped to my knees, and lowered my other hand to play with her folds.

She really was beautiful. And hearing the way my kisses had made her moan and purr, she sounded like a contented pussy.

“I was wrong.” Grayson said the words, muffled into Steph’s shoulder. “I chose wrong.”

“Ahhh,” Steph cried, gripping my head closer to her pussy.

“You wanted a break, but I thought you wanted to break up.”

“I’d needed time. You wanted marriage and children, and I was too young.”

“You broke my heart.” His voice cracked.

“You broke mine.”

I licked at her bud, still rubbing his cock between her cheeks before teasing at her slit. Our bodies were having one conversation, while Grayson and Steph had theirs.

“Lana,” she cried, pulling me up until our mouths locked. I didn’t know why she wanted me to still be part of whatever this was, but those were questions for tomorrow. I gripped her hips, pressing them against mine and feeling Grayson’s power from behind her. She braced against me, as I snaked one hand between us. I needed to feel for myself how her bud changed, how her thighs clenched around me as Grayson thrust his cock inside.

I watched as her eyes and his mirrored with lust and desire.

They’d hurt and been hurt.

And now? They were finding their way back to each other.

They didn’t push me away.

I was still very much a part of what we were. But this was about Steph’s pleasure and desire. Rewarding her for her patience tonight, and for Grayson to make amends.

She came, and it felt beautiful. Feeling her shudder against me, the taste of her kisses changed, and she damn near broke my hand.

“Do you mind?” Grayson asked me, before leading Steph back to the couch.

He tongued another orgasm out of her pussy, although, I’d like to think that my lips wrapped around her nipple helped. Her hand found my swollen clit and the three of us made love.

I watched Grayson’s cock slide between her legs, and watched her eyes widen, then soften as her legs wrapped around his hips. She wasn’t letting go, not this time.

Her hand still fucked me, while kisses were shared all around. Grayson and Steph. Grayson and me. Steph and both of us together.

“Together.” Steph’s demand wasn’t a question.

“Any time you’re ready,” he said.

“Almost,” I cried when Steph’s finger hit my spot.

“Now.”

Grayson slammed Steph into the couch and she lost control. Coming around his cock while he filled her with his milky cum. I fucked my hips against her hand, thinking I’d have to do it all myself, but then Grayson found one breast, and Steph the other.

One hand fucking me, while two mouths fucked my nipples.

I came hard.

And I knew two things:

Two mouths were better than one. And, I might have just lost a client but gained two friends.

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