Head home

Once Meghan has cleaned your cock you consider fucking her, or taking Amanda again. You look at the two of them, one kneeling and submissive, the other squatting against the wall, her pussy dribbling with your seed.

Despite how tempting they look, you're feeling a little fucked out and decide to go home for the evening. It's been a long day. With only some **** you tuck your cock away and tell the girls they have to go.

At home you're met by Laurel in a slinky white satin nightgown with a cocktail in her hand for you. You smile and take it, kissing her softly as she melts against you.

"Mmmmmm, I smell sex. You know what that does to me," she purrs, taking your hand and leading you into the living room. She sits you in a chair and kneels at your feet, taking off your shoes and socks, then unbuttoning your pants and slowly tugging them down. Sipping your drink, you watch her, relishing how she makes the most mundane motions erotic.

She kneels between your legs, undoing your tie and unbuttoning your shirt, pausing to kiss you chest and nipples. You put your head back and enjoy her ministrations, loving the touch of her pampering hand.

Your cell phone rings. You look at the call display and see Vanessa's number and press ignore. A minute later the phone rings again. Same number, same treatment. A third time two minutes later you treat the same way.

"Someone's persistent," Laurel murmurs as leans forward to kiss your lips, then trace her lips slowly down your body.

"Meghan's cousin. I visited her today and fucked her. I think she's infatuated."

"Mmmm, I don't blame her. I've been infatuated with you since the day you spanked me and bent me over your desk to fuck me silly."

"You weren't a virgin."

"Only two others before you, and neither of them good. You should call her, put the poor little girl out of her misery," she murmurs as she takes your cock in her hand, slowly circling the tip with her tongue.

"Later," you gasp as her soft sucking mouth engulfs you.