Or maybe she seduced us?
I stroked my exposed thigh absentmindedly as I gazed out the tinted window of our Lamborghini. My shimmering red gown exposed beautiful patches of my petal-soft flesh with a slit to the top of my thigh and a deep, plunging neckline. I looked sexy, I felt confident, and my needs were beginning to nag at me.
“Maxwell, darling, I’m feeling a bit of a craving.”
“Such as?”
“Perhaps an off-the-wall dive bar. Round of pool or two. And of course…dessert.” A devilish smirk crossed my deep red-painted lips, knowing Maxwell knew I wasn’t referencing baked goods.
Maxwell chuckled. “Crowd at the ball too uppity for you, my love?”
I snorted. Maxwell nodded with understanding as he drove until we happened across the most perfect, dingy dive bar with a barely functional neon sign attempting to scream the word: Open.
“I have a good feeling about this one,” I practically purred as Maxwell shut off the engine, hastily making his way to open my door for me. We entered the bar together and were met with expected glares, curious glances, and people purposefully ignoring our presence.
One, in particular, caught my eye.
She was tall, toned, and gorgeous — piercings, black and purple hair, tattooed in bright colors, shooting pool like a pro as she pretended us “outsiders” weren’t watching. We passed her on our way to the bar where the bartender loudly asked, “Not from ‘round here, are ya?”
Maxwell flashed a debonair smile. “Passing through, thought we’d check this place out. How about a couple of beers for myself and my lovely lady?”
As the bartender prepared our drinks, I couldn’t help but watch every movement my mystery biker billiards babe was making. She worked with the table like it was the most interesting puzzle she aimed to solve, placing all focus on the positions of the balls on the table and plotting her next move.
Ironically, I was also plotting my next move, until she interrupted my reverie.
“You look like you have no idea what you’re seeing,” the billiards babe remarked with a snarky tone.
“I might know a little.” I gave her a soft smile and extended my hand, “I’m Aurelia. And you are?”
“Tell you what,” she replied, ignoring my request for her name and my extended hand, “you beat me in a round of pool, I’ll tell you my name.”
“I’ll tell you what,” I replied confidently, “if you win, Maxwell and I will leave the bar immediately. If I win, you get to come out with me and my love for an adventurous night.”
The woman tilted her head as she smirked, considering the offer before reaching her hand out to mine for a handshake. It was clear she thought she had this one in the bag, and that she didn’t mind being the reason to kick out myself and Maxwell. “Deal. I’m Layla.”
“Layla,” I replied, letting the syllables float off my tongue like music. “I look forward to this game. Shall you break, or shall I?”
“Let’s see what you can do, Aurelia.” She handed me a pool stick with a judging look. I rounded the table a few times, studying it, appearing as though I truly didn’t understand the game. Once I selected my starting point, I broke the ball formation and started the game.
More than once, Layla’s jaw dropped in shock, seeing how easily I sunk ball after ball after ball, until the game ended and I was reluctantly declared the victor.
“No hard feelings?” I asked, wondering if Layla’s scowl would be prominent at the loss. Instead, she turned to gaze at me with…admiration? Perhaps a bit of lust? I hoped for the latter. Layla was sexy and I wanted to taste every inch of her — I knew Maxwell would love to do the same. We finished our drinks together, paid our bills (with a healthy tip to the bartender), and made our way back to the Lamborghini.
“Damn, of course you’d drive a car like that,” Layla remarked. “I hope you know we have security cameras everywhere so if you kidnap me, your car and license plate will be caught on film.” Maxwell chuckled as he slid into the driver’s seat — Layla slipped into the back, where I followed to keep her company. “No plans to kidnap, I promise. Just a great time.”
We drove in silence for a few before I admitted, “I thought you hated me on sight, Layla. I’m pleased you’re giving us a chance to spend a little time having fun.”
“To be honest, I did,” Layla confessed, “but after seeing what an expert you were at the pool table, you kinda got my blood flowing.” Layla’s hand crossed the short distance between us and stroked the fabric of my gown. “Your dress is sexy.”
“You’re sexy,” I informed her. “And I believe my Maxwell thought the same.”
He grunted in agreement as he navigated the dark roads until we reached a brighter-lit area — the city nearby was full of twinkling lights, signs, lit billboards, and teeming with night energy from those who thrive in the dark. Eventually, we made our way to an enormous, fancy hotel, where Layla played it cool as if she’d been to a place like this numerous times.
After the valet took our car, the three of us made our way up to the suite, where Maxwell hit the bathroom and I headed right for our enormous hot tub. I turned the hot water on and let the tub fill and as I did, I turned and looked Layla up and down. She was taller than me, with a curvy build and beautiful breasts spilling up above her black corset.
“I hope you don’t mind, Layla, I’d like to get into the hot tub in something comfortable. Shall I change elsewhere?”
“You’re good.”
With a wide smile, I nodded, turned so my back faced her, and immediately slipped my dress off right next to the hot tub. As soon as it hit the floor, my strappy high heels, my strapless bra, and underwear came next — I wanted to chance a quick look at Layla, but for some reason, I had a feeling she was enjoying the show. I turned and leaned down, my bare ass in the air as my hands swished through the water to check the temperature. It was nearly full and I was ready to get in.
I turned to invite Layla in with me and noticed she had quietly slipped out of all her clothes while I had done the same. Her corset, fishnets, black jeans with chains, spike-heeled black boots, and underwear were on the floor near my ballgown. A devilish smile spread across both of our faces — no need for words. Our bodies were communicating silently and I loved every bit of that conversation.
I dipped one foot in first, slowly, followed by the other until I adjusted to the warmth and swam around to find the perfect seat. Once I had my spot, Layla followed, seemingly searching for her own different seat until I realized she was moving closer to me.
“I think I’d like this seat,” she announced as she moved forward in the water, proceeding to place her soft, thick ass on my lap. I scooted forward slightly to let her long legs wrap around my waist and let out an involuntary moan — having this woman so close to me, I could smell the intoxicating scent of her sugary-scented perfume. It was like cotton candy, almost, which was perfect because our activities were about to be as fun as a whole carnival.
“Layla,” I whispered in her ear, “you are starting things I’ll be expecting you to finish.”
She tilted her head at me with a cocky grin. “I never start anything I don’t intend to finish.”
As Maxwell exited the bathroom in nothing but his boxers, Layla leaned forward and placed her lips on mine. The heat of the hot tub had started to form tiny beads of sweat on our faces, but the salty taste of her sweat mixed with the thickness of her lips and the sweet vanilla chapstick she wore created such euphoria I could feel my pussy slicken beneath the hot water. My lips parted slightly, inviting her tongue, which she gladly accepted — and our kiss deepened more, even more, until my needs were moaning into her mouth at higher and higher volumes. My hands cupped her ass, squeezing gently before sliding my soft palms up her sides, following the curves with care ’til I reached her breasts…
Layla broke the kiss and grabbed my wrists, holding them above my head with one hand. Maxwell stood by the hot tub, lust burning in his eyes as his member thickened, hardened, and begged for attention beneath his boxers. She stared down into my eyes, almost like she were ready to speak until her mouth dipped down unexpectedly.
The tip of her tongue started making light, gentle circles around my areola, while her wet hands gave gentle massages beneath the roundness of my breasts. I moaned, my head tilting back as Layla made oral love to my soft chest, not noticing when Maxwell slowly slipped into the hot tub behind us. I wasn’t even sure if he’d removed his boxers…
But I didn’t fucking care anymore because Layla had just given my nipple a teasing bite, causing me to gasp and arch my back up. Layla giggled softly, “I knew you’d like that. Let me see what else you might like.” She massaged my breasts harder, squeezing them together, pushing her face between them, leaving trails of soft kisses all over them before returning to my bitten nipple to give it a little sweet caring kiss and lick after being surprised. She worshipped my breasts like they meant the world to her, and my hands slipped into her thick black and purple hair, massaging her scalp as she enjoyed my body.
In the meantime, Maxwell had moved quietly behind Layla, watching the show from behind until his rock-hard cock couldn’t take missing any fun much longer. He leaned down near Layla’s ear and softly spoke, “May I join?”
Layla flashed him a smile as she tilted her head up and back a bit to see him. “If you’re promising hard cock and good orgasms, of course.”
He smiled back and got down to his knees in the tub, rubbing his hands up and down Layla’s body as she started kissing up my neck, brushing damp hairs away to give her full access to my rose-petal skin. We fell into another deep kiss as I moved a hand down between her thighs, gently tickling them as my fingers found their way to the treasure I was desperate to discover. Layla’s sharp intake of breath as soon as my fingertip made contact with her clit fed my sexual energy in a way I couldn’t describe — it motivated me to start gently, give her a small taste of pleasure before my fingers would quicken up and force out that orgasm her pussy was so desperate to release.
In return, Layla’s hand slipped down to my drenched slit — no amount of water could wash my arousal away — and caused the same reaction in me as her finger grazed my swollen, throbbing button. With her straddling me and being felt up, breasts squeezed, and ass worshipped, we were getting each other off together as Maxwell found his own enjoyment. Our moans got louder together and I knew we were going to make each other cum…maybe even at the same time.
And fuck, I was determined to make sure we came together. It would be so fucking hot.
As if reading my mind, Maxwell encouraged us, “Get off together, girls, let me hear you sing the beautiful moans of cumming.”
His words were almost like the command of some magical sex god because, in mere seconds, we both sang our praises to the heavens as orgasms tore through us together. Our fingers worked hard, fast, and rough, forcing every wave of pleasure to come out in ways neither of us was used to. Layla’s hips humped and bucked on my lap as she completed her orgasm, while my fingers slipped from her pussy and grasped the side of the tub to help me come down from the high that was an orgasm she’d given me.
We weren’t done, though. Layla wanted orgasms, as in plural, and Maxwell hadn’t even had his fun with her (or me) yet.
Maxwell gently pulled Layla back ’til he reached a seat across from us, taking his seat before encouraging her to sit on his lap. His hand was down in the water, appearing to be grasping his member and using the tip to tease her slit — Layla was moaning in enjoyment, her head falling back on Maxwell’s shoulder. I could tell the exact moment he let his cock slide up inside her, with her eyes rolling back and a gasp of surprise escaping over the width of him stretching her out. As she started sliding up and down on him, I moved forward and latched my mouth around her nipple, my free hand squeezing, twisting, and playing with the other.
Layla’s eyes snapped open to meet mine, fingers curling around the back of my neck as she rode Maxwell’s cock. The pleasure from both sides overtook her beautiful body and at once, she shattered her mind with a powerful orgasm that sent tremors through her thick, beautiful thighs. I moved up from her breast and placed my mouth over hers, letting the screams of her pleasure get lost in my mouth as I kissed my appreciation for her sexual glory on her. As she rode slower, easing off the orgasm, a smirk crossed her lips as she looked at me.
I climbed out of the hot tub and lay on the large, luxurious bed, spreading myself wide open to invite whoever wanted to be there first. Layla pulled her wet, naked body from the hot tub and crawled up on the edge of the bed, making her way slowly to the treasure I had on display for her to do whatever she wanted with.
Layla kept any thoughts to herself as her tongue darted out and between my silky lips, parting them to meet my swollen clit that felt desperate to cum again. Her mouth worked magic on my pussy, causing tingles and tremors to shoot through my thighs as my fingernails gripped into the bed. In my starstruck pleasure, I hadn’t noticed Maxwell stand next to the bed near my head — with a smile first, I gazed at my love and proceeded to open my mouth wide.
Maxwell climbed up on the bed and straddled my chest, leaning his hips forward to sink his cock into my warm, begging throat. I moaned around his cock as Layla devoured my juices, flicking against my clit teasingly, knowing she was about to force out a tremendous orgasm. As Maxwell pumped into my throat faster, my hands grasped his backside as I gurgled out approving sounds, “Mm-hmm! Mmmm!!!”
And before I knew it, my body was shattering in another orgasm — so intense, so beautiful, I wanted to scream but couldn’t quite get the noise out around Maxwell’s length. Muffled shouts vibrated around his hardened flesh and he groaned in delight while Layla ate me until I couldn’t cum in her mouth anymore. She finally gave in at the same time Maxwell pulled himself from my oral cavity — he and Layla gave each other triumphant smiles before switching positions. Maxwell positioned himself between my legs, preparing to enter me, right as Layla straddled my chest as Maxwell had done. She scooted forward and permitted me access to her gorgeous pussy — it looked like heaven itself before my eyes, sparkling with her juices across the beautiful pink folds. As Maxwell entered me with a swift thrust, I threw my face into Layla’s pussy and ate like I’d never eat again.
Moaning into her pussy after screaming around Maxwell’s cock was exactly where I wanted to be, and I was loving every moment of it — especially when Layla shouted at me,
“Oh fuck, Aurelia, I’m gonna cum all over that pretty little face!”
As I felt her clit swell and start to release wave after wave of pure passion, Maxwell grunted as I felt his seed pump vigorously into my hole — filling it so much I was sure the bed would be left with the largest puddle we’d ever left. As my pussy failed to capture each drop of his load, my mouth succeeded in drinking Layla’s juices dry as her orgasm came to an end.
My head fell back against the pillow, panting hard, a smile impossible to erase — who knew we’d seduce the feisty little gal at the bar?
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