I answer a surprise text

My phone buzzes and I reflexively look at it. I see a text from Shar telling me to meet her in half an hour at the sorority house to pay my rent. I start to be annoyed before a thought strikes me—I shoot a text back telling her to meet me here, giving her Leigh’s address. Then I turn back to Leigh.

I straddle Leigh’s shoulders and lean forward a bit to hang my cock and balls in her face. “Now, slut,” I say, “fluff me so I can complete your punishment properly.” She’s still horny enough that her face lights up at my words. “I know it would be easier for you if you had the use of your arms,” I add, “but I’m not trying to make this easy for you.” She has me restored to potency astonishingly quickly, though the obvious lust on her face probably has as much to do with that as anything she actually does.

Before I can get off her, my phone buzzes again and a horn sounds outside. I look over to see Shar’s message: I’m here. I blink in surprise. I hear a knock at the front door and walk out of the bedroom to open it, taking care to stand behind the door as I do; in sweeps Shar, wearing a knee-length blue wrap dress that hugs her traffic-stopping curves, matching stockings, and heels. “I was on this side of town when I texted you, just starting back to campus. Why did you want to meet me here?” she asks curiously, looking around at the apartment.

“I’m with a client,” I tell her. “I—well—come and see.”

I lead Shar into the bedroom. When she sees Leigh, she stops short and her eyes go wide; then, after a moment, a lustful grin fills her face. “I . . . see,” she murmurs. After a moment she turns to me. “Well, sexy,” she demands, “aren’t you going to introduce us?”

I gesture toward Leigh, who’s looking alarmed and very turned on. “Shar, this is Leigh Carter, my newest client; this is our first appointment. Leigh, this is Shar Connors, who I guess you could call my landlady at Epsilon Lambda Tau, where I most often meet clients.”

“Thank you,” Shar murmurs thoughtfully, considering the possibilities. She stares at Leigh for a few moments, then steps in front of me, starts rubbing her ass on my bare cock, grabs my hands, and puts them on her big melons. “Play with my boobs, sexy,” she commands. “I know you dream about them.”

I run my hands all over her huge tits, enjoying her curves and feeling their weight. I find her nipples through the thin material—I can’t imagine where she’s been, because she’s clearly not wearing a bra—and pinch them firmly. “Oooooh, Andrew, you naughty boy,” Shar moans lustfully, admiringly. When I slip one hand into her dress to wrap it around her lush mound and thumb its hard peak, she moans louder. “Are you trying to take advantage of me?” she coos in mock alarm.

I bend my head to Shar’s neck and give her a sharp nip where it joins her shoulder, then lick and suck my way up. She turns her head to capture her lips with mine, plunging her tongue into my mouth for a duel of swords. She leaves me breathless by the time she breaks off. She licks my lips lightly, then says, “Unwrap me, stud, and let’s show this little tramp what a real woman’s tits look like.”

That’s really not fair to Leigh’s tits, which aren’t as big as Shar’s but are nice handfuls and beautifully shaped, but Leigh doesn’t seem to mind and I’m not in a mood to argue. Leigh moans and pulls at her restraints as I undo the wrap and let it fall open; Shar lowers her arms and shimmies, and it slides to the floor. I have to smile a little—like Leigh, Shar is wearing a garter belt. Unlike Leigh, she is wearing panties, but her thong has clasps at the hips so she can remove it without taking off her garters and stockings.

I cup Shar’s heavy melons, enjoying their weight; I squeeze them gently and caress her nipples with my fingertips. Then I slide my hands up the outsides of her boobs, letting them slip off my palms, and stroke them all over—first with just the tips of my fingers, then with all of my hands. Leigh moans louder, and Shar purrs, “You like my big sexy boobs, don’t you, stud? Do whatever you want to them—I’m all woman, baby, I can take it.”

I thumb her nipples, then pinch them between thumb and forefinger and twirl them gently. I pull and twist them for several moments, then let one hand drift south and slide into her panties. My palm comes to rest on her perfectly bare Venus mound and I tease the edges of her dripping slit with my middle finger. I spread my other hand out between her breasts so I can tease both of her stiff peaks at the same time. “Ohhh, fuck, you sexy beast, that feels good,” Shar moans. “You’re making me so fucking horny . . .” She reaches down and opens the clasps on her thong, then peels it off. Leigh writhes in her restraints as my hand, busy in Shar’s pussy, is revealed. Shar spins out of my arms and says, “I need more, and I know just what I want.”