Yes.

"Um," Emily muttered, trying to decide on whether or not to have sex for money. She realized that she had already stripped in front of dozens of strangers for five hundred dollars. She looked at Ryan, who seem more like a movie star with his handsome, rugged features than a field archaeologist, and then his thick cock in Marlissa's hands. She had already planned to have sex with him if things lead up to it later that night, she thought to herself. "Sure."

"Good!" Marlissa cheered.

"I don't have a condom," Emily worried.

"You do not need one," Marlissa suggested, with her green eyes glowing subtly.

The brunette nodded in agreement as she took Ryan's hand for support as she climbed on to the sofa, hovering over his lap. Emily bit her lower lip, brushing away any last doubts, and lowered herself on Ryan's erection. She let out a low moan as her wet pussy lips stretched apart and slowly enveloped his thick shaft.

"Does that not feel good?" Marlissa asked. Both Ryan and Emily nodded when the amateur stripper finally sat on his balls.

"You have a nice big cock," Emily whispered, squeezing his shaft with her pussy muscles.

"You have a nice tight pussy," Ryan returned the compliment as she began moving up and down his shaft. He held onto her slim waist as she increased the tempo of her bounce.

Emily flung her head back, whipping her hair wildly about, as she enjoyed having a cock inside her in a long while. Ryan grabbed her bouncing tits and pinched her nipples. This pushed her over the edge -- she arched her back and let out a moan of approval.

Ryan sat back and savored the amazing sensation of Emily's pussy quivering around his cock while her orgasm overwhelmed her. But he did not want to wait too long since he still wanted to empty his balls into her. In a sudden and quick move, he rolled the brunette over so she sat on the sofa. Still deeply embedded in her, Ryan grabbed her long legs and flung them over his shoulders and leaned forward, causing her knees to be beside her ears.

"Fuck me," the brunette begged, staring into Ryan's brown eyes.

Ryan looked over to Marlissa, who was sitting on the end is the couch, playing with her wet snatch, and she gave him a weak nod of approval. With that, Ryan began pounding away at Emily's hapless pussy, his balls slapping her ass cheeks. Ryan muffled her cries with a fierce kiss as he brought her to another orgasm and then another. He had hoped last longer but her cunt spasming pushed him past his supernatural gift endurance. He broke their kiss and let out a roar when he stabbed her pussy once last and released a torrent of semen into her unprotected womb.

"Holy shit, that was amazing!" Emily muttered as Ryan reluctantly pushed himself off of her. Marlissa quickly took his place between the brunette's splayed thighs and hungrily lapped up his jizz leaking from her snatch. Ryan took the opportunity to move the coffee table back to give himself room to stand behind his wife's upturn ass. The redhead moaned in the brunette's snatch when she felt her husband's cock slide into her wet pussy.

Resting his hands on Marlissa's ass, Ryan pounded away at her while staring at the young waitress-turned-stripper. Emily closed her eyes to savor the build up of yet another orgasm brought upon Marlissa's amazing skill at cunnilingus. After a few minutes, the brunette arched her back and let out a cry as she came yet again. Ryan slapped his wife playfully on the ass and she knew what he had in mind and did not complain when he quickly pulled out. Taking over Marlissa's position between Emily's outspread legs, Ryan nudged the tip of his cock between the wet folds of her pussy lips, stretching them wide apart with his thick shaft. Emily's eyes shot wide open when she realized what was happening.

"Oh yes! Fuck me!" she cried as Ryan rested his hands on her thighs, keeping them splayed wide apart, and sank his cock deep into her warm depth until his balls touched her puckered asshole. He pistoned in and out of her with long, slow strokes despite Emily's pleas to go faster and harder.

Then there a knock the door. Emily gasped. Ryan stopped mid-stroke and looked worriedly at his wife. The last thing they needed was the bouncer catching them in a compromising position.

"Don't worry I will deal with it," Marlissa said reassuringly with a smile. "Continue on!" She walked towards the door, not bothering to dress.