A pair of ladies who are very different from their personas

By 7:30, most of the house was awake. I got some breakfast to eat, and there was a lot of moving around as people were packing up, getting dressed, checking their phones, etc. There was not, however, much conversation. There were four women in the mid-morning group who needed to leave by 9 or 9:30. They were Misty, Rachel, April, and Inez. By 7:50, I could see April and Rachel already packed, dressed, and warming up for me. Misty was just heading in to take a shower and Inez cursed loudly from the spare bedroom when she awoke. “Fuck!” she shouted, probably in frustration over being stuck once again in a helpless state of horniness, this time due to a dream she had been commanded to have. She stormed out of the room and angrily grabbed some coffee.

I turned my attention away from her and took my place again on the couch. Doffing my shorts, I sat back and closed my eyes. Everyone was commanded to take no notice of anything sexual this morning except when it involved them. So even when I called out, “April,” and she hurried over to me, panty-less and skirt raised, no one raised an eyebrow.

Most of the early shift had been almost zombie-like when they approached me. April was different. She had a cocky smile and stood confidently in front of me, looking down like she would at a snack she was about to devour. How strange a contrast! This wasn't the April with the persona I had given her on Friday – ignorant of the act of sex. This was an experienced woman, bold and confident. She bent over and grabbed my calves. I couldn't help but give her a questioning look, which she ignored. April heaved my calves in the air, then pushed my legs back towards me until my tendons strained in resistance. Using her one forearm to hold my legs upright, she used her other hand to massage my cock into a ready state. Her thumb teased behind my sack and she smiled absently at the sounds of confusion and helplessness I made.

In a minute or so, she had my shaft ready for action. I watched in wonder as she pressed her body against my thighs and started to take my cock into her folds. I had never seen nor heard of sex in this position before and didn't have a name for it at the time. After much searching later that week, I learned it is sometimes called the Amazon position, because it places the woman in a position of strength and power over the man, who is exposed and dependent.

Regardless of what it was called, it was exciting for the novelty alone. But I was also thrilled to watch April move herself up and down, holding my legs forward and leaving me helpless to participate much. I didn't feel very comfortable in that position and wondered how long I could keep it up. My thighs felt nearly ready to cramp up, but April, despite her small size, was strong enough to keep me in place as she rubbed my crown against the front wall of her pussy. Her face exuded confidence and her body seemed comfortable and in control. I felt very much like a prop being used for her pursuit of pleasure.

And suddenly it was ending. With no warning, her breathing got rapid and she made some of the first moans I had heard from her that morning. Her eyelids popped open and she stared at my face through my suspended calves. Her expression was inscrutable, perhaps curiosity, perhaps cockiness; I really couldn't tell. “Condoms and pulling out,” she said calmly. Then she squinted as her release took hold and pursed her lips to blow out a long, strong breath. After that, her lips closed and she hummed sounds of appreciation. I tried to extend my hands to feel the little points on her breasts, but she was too far away. April instead grabbed my hands in hers and squeezed tight as her muscles contacted all over her body. She was tense all over for a few moments, then suddenly went loose. Everything relaxed and she sighed loudly.

“That's how I like to start my day,” she declared to no one in particular, backing up and letting my erection bounce forward. A few tugs of her skirt and she was presentable. Stuffing her panties in her purse, she winked before heading towards the door. With a groan, I put my legs down and rubbed the soreness from my thighs. Stretching my muscles a bit, I got comfortable again and looked over at the recliner. Misty was standing behind it, looking around and trying to decide what to do. Rachel, dressed up and looking like she was going to be having her picture taken for a magazine cover, was slowly moving her hand under her skirt. Inez wasn't in sight, but I could make out her dark mane of hair moving around the dining area as she packed up. Misty was my last one in this group and Inez wasn't ready, so...

“Rachel.” Damn, I thought, what is this woman doing here with me? She was way out of my league. Glamorous. Fashionable. Well-sculpted body. Why did I not remember seeing her flawless face on the app? Surely she would have stood out? As she wiggled her slacks down over her curvy hips, I grabbed my phone and quickly opened the apps. I scrolled through the profiles until I found her. The picture was hardly the same woman. Thick glasses. Unflattering light. Frizzy hair. Messy sweater that hid her body. Just a ho-hum description. Nerdy hobbies. Still recognizably Rachel, but not anything near her best look. Why on earth...?

I was **** to set the phone aside when Rachel began pushing me onto my back. With one leg hanging off the side of the couch and the other propped up on the arm rest, I wiggled into place. Rachel whimpered as she wiggled down onto my member, her face wincing as she settled down deep.

Once we were connected, she lowered herself until her forehead was resting on mine. With a deep breath in, she slowly started rubbing back and forth. I couldn't resist asking a question. “Rachel, why does your profile on the app look the way it does?”

No answer. Just a slow, sensual grinding of our bodies together. She was hot around my staff, slick and tight. If I let myself think about it, I could easily finish in a few minutes.

“Rachel,” I tried again, remembering the limits of my power, “tell me why your profile on the app doesn't look like the real you.”

“Who's to say that's not the real me?” she mumbled, raising up a little bit so I could see her face. The side of her mouth twitched into a little smile while her eyes remained shut, imagining the ideal lover she was supposed to have in mind while fucking me. The smile remained as her hips picked up speed.

“Tell me why your profile doesn't resemble the way you have looked this weekend,” I commanded.

“You think I'm beautiful, right?” she asked huskily. Not waiting for my answer, she went on, “Of course you do. Every guy does. I know I'm attractive. So if I look like this on my profile, who _isn't _going to try to match with me? But if I play all that down and show myself in a less flattering light...” She took a sharp breath and focused on her rising release. “So I could know that anyone matching with me wasn't just after my looks.”

“A prisoner of your own beauty,” I commented, running my hands up from her hips and onto her chest. Her full breasts jiggled in my hands as her upper body rocked above me.

“A bit dramatic, but you could say it that way,” she said, starting to pant with exertion. I had matched with her back when I thought the whole thing was a work project filled with dummy profiles. I hadn't paid any attention to how any of them looked or what they said in their profiles. I had completely coincidentally matched with Rachel, a woman that I would never stand a chance with under normal circumstances. And now here she was, using me to crank out an orgasm before she left for work.

Rachel's lips suddenly clamped shut and her breath came in sharp bursts through her nostrils. As her hips became a blur of motion her eyes suddenly opened wide and she cried out through her tightly shut lips, grasping my shoulders firmly with her hands and pressing her hips far forwards so that my cock was almost painfully angled inside her. Her neck taut with strain, she quickly spat out the letters, “IUD” before sealing her mouth shut. I watched her perfect mounds rise and fall with heavy breaths as she tried to enjoy her orgasm without making much noise. Once she stopped shaking, she hung her head with a deep sigh of relief, gently and perhaps subconsciously rubbing my shoulders for a few seconds as she got reoriented.

With slow, measured movements, she dismounted, lifting up until my still throbbing cock left her embrace and continued pointing towards the holy place it had just exited. Standing up straight, she wiggled and adjusted her bra and blouse. She stepped into her slacks and shimmied them back up her hips. Humming a happy tune, she collected her things and walked to the door. She gave a quick look around, then headed out. Once the door had shut behind her, I called out, “Inez.”