Chapter 8 #2
I part my legs and grind myself against his thick thigh, hoping I leave a wet trail of horny heat on his white trousers. I want him to know how much his dirty Lucy wants him.
His hands crush my tits before his fingers tug at my velvet neckline, and he groans in delight when his knuckles graze the lace of my fancy bra underneath. I guess Lucy must have worn lace under her velvet, too.
“This is fucking crazy,” he moans between kisses, then takes a break to look at his husband. “Come on, David, aren’t you going to share?”
David relaxes on the Chesterfield with his hands behind his head, and he looks proud of himself. Mega relaxed, with a blatant bulge in his chinos.
“Not yet, Barney. She’s all yours for now. Happy birthday to you.”
“Happy birthday to me, indeed,” Barnaby says, and lands his lips on mine for another round.
He’s so bulky I can barely reach around him to grab his ass. I love how thick set he is as I work my crotch against his meaty thigh.
“I’m making a mess,” I tell him. “I’m so turned on already, I’m sopping.”
His laugh surprises me.
“You don’t need to play too much pretend, don’t worry. Your very presence is more than enough to make me a happy man.”
His tone hits me in the heart, such genuine modesty.
“You think I’m pretending?” I pull away from him. Sure enough, I have left a mark on the white fabric. The smear of my excitement is clear to see, and I point to demonstrate.
“I’m not pretending, birthday boy, I promise. I never pretend.”
Barnaby looks shocked. His eyebrows crease.
“Are you being serious? You really want this?”
I see the self-consciousness in his eyes.
The disbelief. But he’s wrong to doubt himself.
Barnaby may not be Models Monthly material, but that doesn’t mean anything to me.
His energy is what matters. His enthusiasm.
His passion. And he has all of those in abundance, plus the adoration of a man who clearly thinks the world of him.
Yes, I want to fuck him. I want to fuck them both, all night long. I want to make his fortieth one of the most memorable nights of his life.
“Here, check this out if you don’t believe me,” I say, and guide his hand between my legs.
There is no mistaking the soaking wet lace of my panties.
“I want you,” I tell him, then look at David. “And your husband. Call me a very greedy girl.”
I keep my legs spread, rocking my hips to spur on Barnaby’s fingers. I want him to finger me. To explore. To feel how hungry my pussy is for him.
“You can have us both,” Barnaby says. “Believe me, you can have us both however you want to take us.”
I shake my head.
“No, no, no. I’ll take you both, however you want to take me. That’s why I’m here. To please you. And pleasing you pleases me.”
“You’ve succeeded in that already, more than you could know.”
“Show me that, then,” I say. “I know I’ve got strong competition. I know Lucy must have left her mark.” I go for his belt, working the buckle. “Show me how much I’m pleasing you. I’m desperate to see.”
His cock is easy to free, and it’s fitting for a guy as thick set as he is. Long, thick and veined and already dripping.
“Can I have a taste, please?” I ask him, and he nods. I drop to my knees and smile up at him, working his dick in my hand as I stick my tongue out. I need to be careful not to make him blow too soon, so I’m gentle as I lap my way from his balls to the tip of his cock.
“Yum,” I say, and his fingers twist in my hair.
“Lucy used to look so good on her knees,” he tells me, and his self-consciousness is easing away. His stare is different. More assured. “You know what, though? I’m not sure she looked quite so good as you.”
He drives his cock to the back of my throat and thrusts his hips hard.
I take it with a slutty retch, mouth open wide, and my lust notches up another gear.
This is what I truly love. What I crave as an entertainer out to top the leaderboard.
I adore seeing clients’ inner fantasies run riot and spill to the surface.
I adore staring into their innermost depths, and watching their sexual souls come alive.
It’s such an honour to be a part of such personal pleasures. Especially with a couple like these two. David and Barnaby.
I gag on Barnaby’s cock as he fucks my throat, looking up at him as he smiles at his husband.
“You wanted to know how I fucked Lucy, didn’t you?” he says to David. “Well, you’re going to see it tonight in Ultra HD. I’m going to show you.”
I hear David’s belt buckle from the sofa.
“Yes, I want to know how you fucked Lucy. You can tell me about it a million times over, but it will never be the same as seeing it in the flesh. I want to see you enjoying pussy, Barney. I want to see how hard you can be with a pretty pussy like hers.”
“Happy birthday to both of us then. Because you’re going to get it.”
I’m a conduit for two men’s fantasies, and it drives me wild. I reach down between my legs and graze my clit through my panties. I’m throbbing, because I want to be the centre of their games. I want both cocks diving into the world of slutty pussy.
And just like I always want to earn my five star review, there is another incentive at play tonight.
I want to earn my status as Lucy. I need to live up to her legacy in the eyes of the man who was crazy about her. I want David to be glad of every penny he spends tonight, seeing his husband have so much fun.
“Are you going to come in her mouth?” David asks, and I hear him working his own cock on the sofa.
“No. Not yet.”
“Then get over here and join me. How about we both take a look at the lovely Lucy together and enjoy a birthday show?”
I smile around Barnaby’s cock, because I like that idea. A performance for two loved up guys, wanting to get dirty with me.
I’m still on my knees when Barnaby takes his dick away and drops into the seat next to David on the sofa. They grab hold of each other’s cocks as I get to my feet with a giggle.
“You want a birthday show?” I say, and roll my hips as I stand before them. “I’ll give you one, and I’ll love every second of it.”
It feels so liberating to be on display and performing like this again. I give them a twirl in my black velvet dress, then do a curtsy, leaning down low to display the tight line of my cleavage. I run my hands down my sides, and drop into a crouch, legs spread as I tease my hands up my thighs.
I love giving strip shows. The shell I’ve been hiding in has well and truly cracked away and set me free as I display myself like a true entertainer while two eager men eye me up with rock hard cocks in their hands.
I take a step forwards and raise my foot until my cute black pixie boot is resting on Barnaby’s knee.
“Please give me a hand, birthday boy,” I say, and he lets go of David’s cock so he can unfasten my boot.
I’ve painted my toes in deep scarlet, visible through the holes in my fishnets. It makes Barnaby groan as he tosses the boot to the side and runs his hands up my calf.
“I love fishnets,” he says and I wink at him.
“Want to see more of them?”
I switch feet and he takes off my other boot. I slide my foot up his thigh to his crotch, and lift the skirt of my dress to reveal the rest of my fishnets… and the sopping lacy black panties I’m wearing underneath.
My dress is easy to tug up and over my head. My bra is a lace push up, and I grip my tits tight in my hands, squeezing my nipples.
“Did the lovely Lucy have tits like mine?” I ask, and Barnaby smirks.
“She had great tits. Not quite as big as yours, though.”
I feel empowered by the sexual tension in the room as I retreat from the sofa far enough so both men have me in full view. The dance I perform doesn’t need a beat, it’s pure sensuality as I snake my hands up and down my body, swaying and displaying myself like a horny vixen.
It would be so easy to strip myself naked, but I don’t want to deny Barnaby the pleasure. Instead, when I’ve finished my moves, I straddle him and grind my pussy against his hard cock, pinning him to the back of the Chesterfield.
I rub my tits against his face, and he reaches behind me to unclip my bra, setting me free.
His moan of appreciation says it all.
He sucks my bullet hard nipples, one after the other, and squeezes my tits in his hands. I’m consumed by the sensations, heady with the need for cock and grinding, grinding, grinding, when David leans in and runs his fingers down my back.
“Let’s get this beauty to the bedroom, Barney.”
They are a strong pair, hoisting me up easily between them. I have my legs wrapped around Barnaby’s waist as he carries me to the bedroom, and I figure it’s going to be the both of them coming in with me until David breaks off and heads for the kitchen.
“I’ll get the champagne. Go on, you two, get the party started.”
Barnaby flicks the light switch on the way in, and it’s a pleasure to see their boudoir. Boudoir is the right name for it. It’s as flamboyant as the brocade of Barnaby’s red and gold shirt. Decadent, with deep red satin bedding, and a low hanging chandelier.
Birthday boy drops me down onto the bed, and I reach out my arms for him to join me, but he shakes his head with a smile.
“Let’s wait for that champagne.”
Ah, he’s thinking about the man in the kitchen, with the ring of commitment on his finger. The one who told us to go ahead and get started.
“David’s really something,” Barnaby says when my eyes flit to the door.
“He had so many options to pick from for a birthday present. Hell, he could have got me another Labubu, or a new pair of brogues, or even a trip to Weston Super Mare for some fish and chips on the pier. All of them would have been incredible.” His eyes land on me, and he sighs.
“But out of all of the amazing things he could have chosen, he chose you. I’ve been joking about this fantasy for nearly a decade. ”
I know I shouldn’t ask questions, but I can’t help myself.
“How long have you been together?”
“Fourteen years.”
“Wow! When did you get married?”