10 - Supporting the Troops #3
Mike did as he was told, and Cheri quickly clambered onto the bed.
She grasped Mike’s cock and took it between her lips, then slid her mouth up and down the rigid shaft, sucking and licking.
She was a consummate professional, and in a few seconds had him hard again.
Meanwhile, Lorna had straddled his chest and was jiggling her boobs playfully in his face.
“You like what Cheri’s doing?” Lorna asked. “She’s good, right?”
“Oh, yeah,” he gasped. “She’s good.”
Cheri was giving him an even better blowjob than Lorna, but even in the heat of the moment he was not going to say that.
He could not see Cheri but as well as feeling her lips, tongue, and occasionally of her teeth, he could hear her making energetic slurping noises.
Despite having come repeatedly, he was soon erect again.
Gotta admire the girl’s work ethic.
Lorna reached around behind her, and he felt her fingers on his dick.
“Ooh,” she said, glancing back, “guess we’re all hot to trot.”
She raised herself up on her knees, shuffled backwards, then carefully lowered herself onto his cock.
Lorna was soon riding him cowgirl-style, adding a coupe of whoops for effect.
Meanwhile, Cheri was holding Lorna’s tits, licking her around the ear and neck.
Then Mike felt something else, another rhythmic thrusting motion that complemented his own.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
Lorna looked down at him, then turned her head.
“Yeah, baby,” she gasped. “Work that strap-on! Fuck my ass!”
Woah, kinky, Mike thought. But so what if Cheri’s bi? Hey, it’s a free country.
Thanks to the combined efforts of Mike and Cheri, Lorna was soon howling with pleasure as she came again and again.
Mike held his own orgasm back, taking pleasure in being in control.
Eventually, though, he had no choice but to come.
He roared in satisfaction as he unleashed another jet of spunk into Lorna’s dripping cunt.
In a haze of post-orgasmic bliss, Mike barely noticed Cheri clamber off the bed and leave the room. Lorna, by contrast, lay on his chest, muttering endearments, until Mike fell into a deep sleep.
***
The following morning saw Mike eating breakfast with Lorna. Cheri, Lorna explained, had gone to work.
“I gotta get some shopping done,” she added, grabbing her coat. “But feel free to chill out here. We've got Netflix.”
Around noon, Mike got call from Lorna. She began by talking about how stretched she still felt, and how she ‘might never walk straight again.’ Her incessant giggling told him just how seriously to take that.
But then, after they had arranged to meet up again that night, she surprised him by changing the subject.
“You want a job? Because if you’re looking, they’re always after security guys at the casino. I can put in a word for you with Kevin, he’s the manager. If you like?”
Mike did like. There were few decent jobs around, and he had always known that the kind of position she was talking about depended on who you knew, not qualifications.
“That’s really great, baby. You got Kevin’s number?”
Half an hour later, he was being ushered into the office of Kevin Fox. The man who greeted him was about thirty, average height, slim, with a handsome, friendly face. Mike had a good feeling about the guy.
Not an obvious asshole, he thought. That’s half the battle.
After the usual handshake and small talk, Kevin outlined the job, talked a little about pay and benefits, and then handed Mike a form to fill out. Taking the sheet of paper, Mike raised his eyebrows.
“Um, is that it? I mean, I got the job?”
“Of course!” Kevin exclaimed. “The interview’s just a formality for a guy like you.”
“Great!”
As Mike filled out the form, a vague thought that had been hovering at the back of his mind finally took form. He looked up at the manager.
“Um, Kevin – have we met before? You seem kind of familiar, is all.”
Kevin shrugged.
“Just got one of those faces, I guess.”
“Yeah, right!”
Kevin was told he could start the following Monday. He walked out of the casino, nodding and smiling to passersby, feeling on top of the world. He had gotten laid, then got a job.
The American Dream is alive and well.
His phone chimed. It was Lorna. Her text read simply, LET’S CELEbrATE TONIGHT.
***
Mike arrived at Lorna’s place just before midnight. As he got out of his Uber, he saw the mailbox again and out of curiosity examined it more closely.
The name read FOX.
That explains it, he thought. Cheri must be Kevin’s sister. Maybe she got Lorna her job.
Lorna opened the door to him before he could ring the doorbell.
This time she was dressed in her casino outfit, with plenty of cleavage on show.
He could barely keep his hands off her until she shut the door behind him.
Then, in the hallway, she let him fondle her tits, bringing her nipples to perky rigidity.
“I thought we could start in the kitchen this time,” Lorna breathed, caressing his balls through his pants. “I got the Cool Whip ready.”
“Oh, Jesus,” he groaned. “I love that home cooking.”
Lorna seated him on a kitchen chair, pulled down his pants, and then sprayed his dick with a generous coating of cream.
She licked it off slowly, bringing him to the brink of orgasm, then switching her attention to his balls.
She sucked at his scrotum, a new sensation to Mike.
Then Lorna stood and started to strip off her tight top, revealing her perfect boobs in a lacy brassiere.
“God, you don’t need a bra,” he remarked as she freed her breasts.
“No?” she said, looking down at her boobs, placing fingers on her nipples. “Well, maybe not. Nice of you to notice, Big Mike.”
She knelt down and took his cock between her tits and began to massage him. Every few moments, she would grasp his dick and suck it, inserting the tip of her small pink tongue into his slit. When he was almost painfully erect, he lifted her chin gently with one finger.
“I’ll come all over your nice uniform,” he said, between rapid breaths. “Can I fuck your pussy first?”
“I give you cream, you want vanilla,” she joked, standing up then lowering herself onto him.
Lorna bounced up and down on him for a few minutes, moaning and cursing. She flailed her big tits in his face and gripped him with her well-muscled pussy. When he finally came, it was even better than before, their bodies meshing perfectly. She slumped onto him, breath rasping.
“Shit, that was good. Now we do the living room.”
“What?” he asked, confused, as she led him out of the kitchen.
“We’re gonna fuck in every room in the house,” she explained. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”
“Even the john?” he asked, bemused.
“Especially the john,” she said. “But first, let’s christen the couch. Oh, and I’ll get go get Cheri, she should be ready by now.”
A few moments later, Cheri sashayed in. This time, the tall woman was dressed as a sexy schoolgirl, complete with white knee socks, a gray sweater tented out by her big boobs, and a very short plaid skirt.
Again, Cheri’s face was heavily made-up under the platinum blonde wig, which had been put in bunches.
As the other woman appeared, Lorna turned the lights way down.
“Hi, Cheri,” Mike said cheerfully.
As before, Cheri did not meet his gaze, instead looking down at her black, flat-heeled shoes.
She mumbled something Mike could not make out.
A suspicion began to form in his mind, but it seemed too ridiculous, even for someone as wild as Lorna.
He dismissed the idea, drank in the sight of the two women, both dressed to arouse.
“She’s still really shy,” Lorna said. “Just let her work, she’ll be fine. Now, you wanna lie down? Let’s not put too much strain on that back.”
Soon, Lorna was squatting over Mike’s face while he reamed out her pussy with his tongue.
At the same time, Cheri was working over his dick with her strong fingers and big, voluptuous mouth.
Lorna swiveled around so she could join in, while he continued to lick her out.
As she bent forward to run her tongue down the shaft of his cock, her pussy moved out of reach.
Mike, without thinking, tried to raise himself on one arm and suddenly felt a spasm of pain.
“Shit!” he groaned, falling back.
“You okay?” asked Lorna, looking around. “Is it your back?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” he said. “Just give me a minute.”
Lorna climbed off him and stroked his cheek, looking genuinely concerned. Cheri, though, continued to fellate him, her head bobbing up and down energetically.
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention this to Kevin,” he said. “I kind of glossed over the whole back thing on the form.”
Lorna laughed, and Cheri paused in her sucking to look up at Mike. The eyes, under the blonde bangs, suddenly seemed very familiar.
“He knows all about that,” Lorna said. “Don’t you, honey?”
Cheri made a muffled uh-huh noise. Lorna laughed and slapped Mike on the chest.
“You guessed yet?”
“Kevin?” Mike said. “Jesus Christ, is it you?”
The casino manager sat up, letting Mike’s dick flop out of his brightly-rouged lips.
“Surprise!” he said, as if it was a birthday party. “Guess we had met before, huh?”
Mike felt a surge of anger at the deceit, but then just as quickly had second thoughts. Nothing had really changed. In fact, he realized, things had just gotten a whole lot better.
My boss not only likes to suck my dick, he also enjoys watching me fuck his wife, he thought. Now that’s a deal most working stiffs can only dream of.
“Okay, guys,” he said, grimacing as he shifted his weight. “If we’re gonna christen every room in your lovely home, we can’t afford to dick around. Can we?”