Dressing Room Trio (Threesome with Emily and Iris)

(Author’s note: This small branch will take place after the salon sequence)

The boutique had gone quiet. One of the senior salespeople; Lena, a tall brunette who’d once interned at my firm must’ve recognized the look I was giving Joe. She pulled me aside while he was still in the dressing room trying on the black suit. She leaned in, voice low and conspiratorial, a knowing glint in her eye.

“We’re heading out for lunch in five. You three have the entire back suite for the next hour. Door locks from the inside. No cameras. No interruptions.” She gave me a slow, wicked smile. “Play as long as you like.”

My pulse kicked hard. I looked across the room at Iris; silver dress clinging to her like liquid metal, the fabric so thin I could see the outline of her nipples when she shifted. She caught my stare and twirled, modeling it for me.

“What do you think? I love it.” She said adorably.

“Irie… come with me. I want you in there too. Both of us, together... We’ve talked about this before, right? Just us… and him.”

Her eyes widened, emerald depths flashing with surprise; then darkened. She bit her own lip, glancing toward the dressing room curtain, her free hand squeezing mine back. “Emmy… you sure? God, I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

I miles back and grabbed her hand, “Positive.”

We slipped behind the heavy velvet curtain into the private suite. Joe turned at the sound, shirtless, black dress slacks half-buttoned, the sharp V of his hips disappearing beneath the waistband. He froze when he saw both of us.

“Emmy? Iris?” His voice was low, uncertain, but his gaze was already sliding over my bare thighs, the way the black mini dress rode up, no panties underneath.

I stepped forward, pulling Iris with me. “Lena gave us the room for an hour,” I said, voice husky. “No one’s coming back. Just us.”

Iris let go of my hand and moved behind Joe, pressing her front to his back, small hands sliding up his bare sides. She rested her chin on his shoulder and looked straight at me.

“Emmy’s been dripping since the salon,” she murmured to him, lips brushing his ear. “She’s not the only one.”

Joe’s breath hitched. His eyes locked on mine; dark, conflicted, hungry. “Emmy… are you sure?”

I answered by reaching behind my neck and unhooking the thin straps. The black dress slithered to the floor in a whisper of fabric. I stood before him. Naked. Nipples tight, skin flushed, pussy already slick and swollen.

Iris stepped around him, silver dress shimmering as she peeled it off in one fluid motion. She stood bare beside me; caramel skin glowing, small pert breasts rising with every quick breath, Playboy bunny tattoo stark on her hip, her own cunt glistening between toned thighs.

Joe exhaled roughly. His cock was already straining against the slacks, a thick ridge I could see pulsing.

I closed the distance first. Pressed myself against him, breasts flattening to his chest, hands sliding down to palm his erection through the fabric. “I want you to fuck me,” I whispered against his mouth. “Hard. Deep. Like you can’t stop.” Then I glanced at Iris, voice dropping lower. “And I want to watch you fuck her too.”

Iris shivered visibly at the words.

Joe’s control cracked. He grabbed me by the hips, spun me, pushing me face-first towards the full-length mirror. Cool glass kissed my breasts, as he kicked my legs wider. Behind me I heard the rustle of fabric; his slacks hitting the floor.

Iris stepped up beside me, palms flat on the mirror, ass arched back toward him. She looked over her shoulder at Joe, emerald eyes blazing.

“Take us both,” she said simply.

Joe smiled hungrily, he fisted his cock; thick, veined, flushed dark; and notched himself at my entrance first.

One long, punishing thrust and he buried himself inside me. I cried out, muffled against my own arm. He stretched me wide, filled me to the point of aching, the head kissing my cervix on the first stroke.

He didn’t give me time to adjust. He fucked me hard, his hips snapping, balls slapping wet against my clit with every thrust. The mirror showed everything: my breasts bouncing, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, the slick shine of my arousal coating his shaft every time he pulled back.

Iris watched, fingers circling her own clit, breath coming in short gasps.

After a dozen brutal strokes Joe pulled out; cock glistening with my juices; and stepped to Iris. He gripped her hips, lined up, and sank into her in one smooth glide.

Iris moaned; high, shattered; head falling forward so her forehead rested against the glass. “God, Joe… so fucking big…”

He fucked her with the same ruthless rhythm; deep and possessive, each thrust making her small breasts bounce, her ass ripple. I turned, back to the mirror, and watched: the way his thick shaft disappeared inside her, the creamy ring of her arousal clinging to him every time he withdrew, the way her cunt gripped him like it never wanted to let go.

I slid a hand between my thighs, circling my clit in time with his thrusts. “Harder,” I breathed. “Make her come on your cock.”

Joe growled. He wrapped one arm around Iris’s waist, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast circles while he pounded into her. His other hand reached for me; two thick fingers plunging into my dripping cunt, curling against my G-spot.

Iris came first; violent, sobbing; cunt spasming around him, thighs shaking, a hot gush coating his hand and dripping down her legs.

Joe didn’t stop. He pulled out of her; still rock-hard; spinning me back around. He hooked a strong anrm under my thigh, lifting my leg high and slammed back inside me.

He fucked me like he was trying to break me; deep, punishing strokes that hit every sensitive place, his abdomen grinding my clit on every thrust.

Iris dropped to her knees below us. Her tongue lapping at where we joined, tasting me on him while he fucked me senseless.

The added sensation made him snarl. He drove into me harder; once, twice; then buried himself to the hilt and came.

Hot, thick spurts flooded me; pulse after pulse. I heard Iris gasping beneath us, enraptured by his power.

He stayed inside me, panting, cock still twitching. Iris rose, kissed me deeply; letting me taste both of us on her tongue.

When he finally pulled out, a thick rope of cum followed, sliding down my leg in a slow, obscene trail.

Iris reached down and caught it with her fingers, brought them to her mouth, and sucked them clean while staring straight into my eyes.

Joe looked between us, eyes blown black with lust, but somehow still hard. Like he hadn’t even lost his breath.

“We’ve still got forty-five minutes.”

I smiled, dazed and dripping. “Good,” I whispered. “Because I want to watch her ride you on that chaise next.”

Iris shivered again; already reaching for him.

The hour had only just begun.