Chapter 7 #2
“I think I know who this is,” said Cassie, smiling with a snarling cringe and her nose scrunched.
“I was seeing someone before I became the Boogeyman,” I admitted. “About a year ago.”
“He was engaged.”
“Engaged?” Monica breathed.
“I only met her once,” Cassie pointed out, lightly scratching nape of her neck. “He brought her to the bar once but I could tell she didn’t wanna be there. Never came back.”
“Mmm hmm.” I nodded. “I was gone for a week. The day I got back after leaving their so-called ‘treatment center’, I walked in on her with another guy. Her coworker.”
“Oh, it’s on!” Monica chirped as she leaned forward to snatch another ten thousand out of what must have been forty million dollars. “This bitch done fucked up.”
“You should do the booby one,” Cassie suggested, dragging her foot across the bed, keeping her knees close together.
“Booby one?” I questioned.
“Oh, yeah!” Monica perked up with a dimple-filled smile as she scooted onto my lap, her bikini clad ass cheeks squishing delightfully onto my loins. “I need you to hold me.”
She popped the band on the other stack, set it in her lap, then looked over her shoulder with a flash of a smile as she reached behind herself to pull the tie of her bikini strap.
It fell loose on her sides to expose her bare back, rendering her topless, teasing me with just a hint of caramel complected side-boob from what I could see from behind.
Then she reached for my hands and pulled them onto her breasts, getting me to cup them, covering the nipples.
Monica whimpered lightly, sounding her stimulation.
Goddamn. The jiggle to firmness ratio was on point, with skin so soft she must have been moisturizing every day.
Monica leaned back against me as my boner strained against my boxer briefs, a scant few millimeters away from poking her in that gorgeous ass.
They say living well is the best revenge.
And I was living my best life.
With photographic proof.
“I’ll take this one,” Cassie announced as she scooted toward our legs and snatched the phone from Monica. “Having someone else do it is a subtle flex.”
Monica took the second stack of money, added it to the first, and fanned it out like playing cards.
This was the best kind of petty. The sexy kind.
And then I squeezed.
Cassie snapped a picture of us, then gave the phone back to Monica, who was in no rush to remove my hands from her tits while she inspected our handiwork.
“Send me that,” I said, feeling as bold as I was aroused.
“You got an account?” Monica asked in a firm but slightly softer voice.
“It’s collecting dust, but yeah.”
Monica turned to grin at me. “I’m gonna tag you so she sees it. Let’s take some more!”
And then the song changed to something more sultry.
Streets by Doja Cat.
The vibe of the room instantly changed, making me all too aware of the atmospheric amber light cast by the nearby lamp as its warm color blended across my red sheets.
“Wanna put on a little show?” Monica suggested softly.
No argument from me. I slid my hands down, causing Monica’s breasts to pop up with a light jiggle as I cupped them from beneath, exposing her light brown nipples to my appreciative eyes and the light of the camera lens.
She arched her back, and then I pinched them between my fingers.
“Mmhh…” she whined quietly, her hips writhing ever so slightly in my lap.
Cassie’s face was fully flushed by this point, her eyes locked onto Monica’s bare breasts, rising to meet mine with the same mischievous glare she had earlier.
“You know, we could do better…” she crooned. “She knows my face.”
“Wanna get in on this?” Monica offered.
Cassie didn’t hesitate to crawl toward us and slide up beside Monica, not on my lap but to my immediate right. She started to lean her head toward us, then quickly straightened up and made eye contact.
“Just for the pictures, okay?” she stipulated with a frown.
“Sure,” I nodded, curious about her artistic contribution.
“Okay,” Cassie slowly laid her head down on my chest, beside Monica’s. “That woman was a bitch with an even worse tip. Here, put your arm around me.”
“Huh?”
“It’s gonna look weird if you’re only touching her!”
Monica giggled.
Boy was I loving this. I let go of Monica’s right breast, letting it droop delightfully in full exposure, keeping my left palm on her other tit, then put my right arm around Cassie, making it look like I was seeing two women.
“We gotta match, though,” said Monica, who reached over and pinched the fabric covering Cassie’s right breast and pulled it aside to expose her hardened pink nipple.
Fuck, it was nice.
“Hey!” Cassie protested as she playfully pinched Monica’s unoccupied nipple, eliciting a fit of giggles.
“Bitch, quit flirting!” Monica teased before pulling Cassie’s top back over to cover her boob back up.
“No, it’s fine,” Cassie pulled the black fabric back aside by the lace to re-expose her breast even more fully with an eye rolling smile. “He’s already seen it.”
She took my hand and then placed it under her breast, cupping it the same way I was holding Monica’s.
Snap.
New pose. Cassie leaned further over and stuck her tongue out, flicking the nipple of Monica’s free breast with the tip of it while looking into the camera.
Snap.
Then Monica turned her face toward Cassie and stuck her own tongue out to touch Cassie’s, while I held a titty in each hand as we posed for the sexy shoot.
But now I was worked up, and based on the smell of wet pussy, so was Monica.
“Um…” Cassie spoke with an uneasy giggle. “I think he’s getting excited.”
“Then let’s use that,” Monica retorted as she turned to look at me. “Mind if I get a little nasty with it?”
“Go ahead,” I encouraged, going with the flow as the mood took over and carried me with it.
Cassie put her tit away and gave us some room as Monica rolled over onto her side and slid down to my waistline, unzipping my pants before slipping her fingers into my boxer briefs.
Monica pulled out my cock and freed it from containment, her eyes registering surprise at how readily it saluted her.
“Okay… I can work with this,” she uttered before looking at Cassie. “A little help? You’re gonna need to take a couple.”
Cassie quietly took the phone and set it low while Monica laid her head down in my lap, posing just below my belly button with my cock fully in frame, smiling devilishly as she looked directly into the camera.
Snap.
But that wasn’t provocative nor convincing enough. We were in full exhibitionist mode. Monica then lifted her face up, keeping her face tilted toward the phone and her lips a hair’s breadth away from the tip of my dick.
It throbbed visibly, begging to be touched, and relieved when Monica’s fingers sent jolts up my length as she gently held it by the base, holding it steady for the photo.
Another pic, denoted with a digital shutter click.
And then Monica looked up at me. “I’m gonna put it in my mouth now, okay?”
I said nothing, conveying my consent with my eyes as she parted her lips and slid them down the head of my cock, slathering it with her tongue as her hand worked the shaft from the base up to meet the slow, downward bob of her head.
Cassie’s finger swiped a setting, and then a red light came on. She wasn’t just taking a picture, she was taking a video—the exact frame could be selected later.
So Monica didn’t just pose, she was actively worshipping my cock to the sultry sounds of her personal playlist.
As for Cassie, she apparently really meant it when she said she’d double-team Monica with me. She didn’t seem uncomfortable in the presence of my dick, her eyes gazing in the focus of finding the perfect angle as she recorded my good fortune to the inevitable woes of my ex.
I didn’t know how far Monica was gonna go, and I didn’t ask. A contented sigh left my lungs as she adjusted herself so that both of her breasts would be in view, looking down at the camera with my cock planted firmly in her mouth.
She held still for split second, marking that one as a frame to keep for an individual still, then slipped me from her lips to lick from the base all the way up the underside.
I was being spoiled rotten. From business to pleasure.
And best of all, I felt free.
Her wet lips formed a vacuum around my shaft as she opened wide and pressed them against my flesh, slurping slowly with an eye-rolling expression while her free hand moved down to fondle my balls.
This was too good. I was gonna cum, and soon.
So I let her know by letting out a pleasured moan as my balls tensed, grabbing her box braids to pull her head away, but she didn’t stop. Monica was lost in the sauce, and then she suddenly sat up with a suckling squick sound.
“Oh shit, I forgot!” she voiced while reaching for the phone. “Quick, Cassie, kiss me.”
I couldn’t believe our neglect. All this effort to take racy footage and photos and not once did Monica and Cassie swap spit, an oversight quickly rectified when Cassie gleefully—but carefully—moved back to my side as the girls decided to make out for the camera in front of me.
Monica stroked my cock while they kissed each other, with Cassie holding the camera to capture it all. This was too hot. It was more than I could take.
“Fuck, I’m cumming!” I breathed just as I lost control.
Monica quickly broke her kiss with Cassie’s, along with a string of spit connecting them before going down to capture my cock between her lips.
It started pulsating as a rush of pleasure shot up my staff, squirting a long rope of cum that splashed into Monica’s mouth.
She sped up her stroking as my pent up dick spurted wildly while she bobbed up and down, flooding her tongue with cum.
Cassie held the camera close to the act, keeping it steady while Monica enthusiastically finished me off at the climax of her impromptu blowjob.
Monica slowly slurped up to the head, popped her lips off, and then opened her mouth to reveal the pool of cum submerging her tongue, showing the full extent of the huge load she’d sucked out, before swallowing it entirely.