"Ugh, fine."

Mark looks at you deep in thought. "Ugh, fine," he finally says begrudgingly.

You huff. "You don't have to be like that," you say, "normally you wouldn't even have a shot at me." He takes you by the hand and leads you to the bed. "Sure," he says, "but when given the choice, who in their right mind would pick you over that bombshell?" You hear Veronica giggle flirtingly, so you shoot her an angry look before you feel Mark's hands on your shoulders press you down to your knees. You take the hint, unzip him and take his semi-flaccid cock out of his pants.

As you start suckling on his sweaty, soft meat you get an idea. Slowly you raise your orgasmotron up between Mark's legs and you fire. Instantly you feel his dick swell up in your mouth. "Oh, fuck," he yells out as he grabs your hair and starts to hump your face. He starts unloading into your mouth and you try to swallow the salty goo as much as possible to safe your shirt from staining. The hard dick pistoning wildly into your mouth makes it difficult though, and you feel strands of cum mixed with saliva drip over your chin.

"Sorry," he says when he finally lets go of your hair, "I never came that fast before. I mean, it was great. Just, sorry." You stand up with a self-congratulatory grin and start to untangle your hair. "That's ok," you tell him. "Well, a deal is a deal. So you'll give us the info now and we'll see you tonight with the money."

"That's not fair," Veronica says as she slowly starts to walk towards you, "that's not what Mark bargained for." She has a mischievous grin on her face. "He's hardly up for another round," you counter gesturing to his shriveling cock.

"Well, then maybe we should get him up again?" Veronica has closed in on you and takes you into her arms. She licks a strand of cum off your chin and starts kissing you. Before you know what's happening, she's pushing her tongue into your mouth and has undone the orgasmotron on your wrist only to let it slip off your wrist unto the floor. She pushes you back so you fall down on the bed, before she jumps you to resume her heavy kissing and letting her hands explore your body.

You would like to say that your enthusiastic reciprocation was because of your surprise, but that probably wouldn't be the truth. To be honest, even though she was kind of a bitch and even though she was a woman, Veronica was probably the hottest person you've ever made out with. She just oozes an undeniable sexuality. While you're enjoying her ministrations, you feel her pull on your shirt. You lift up so she can take it off. As soon as your shirt is lifted, she pushes down the cups of your bra and starts nibbling on your nipples. You undo your bra and take this opportunity to undo also Veronica of her shirt and bra as well.

Into view comes a pair of breasts that's big, but somehow still more perky than a pair of that size have any right to be. On top are small, light pink areolas, with thick, pointy nipples. You pull Veronica back in for a deep kiss and you feel her breasts press against yours and her nipples rub yours, which you never knew was a turn on for you. She slowly moves her kissing down your neck, to your breasts and even further down. You look with anticipation while she undoes your pants, while kissing your stomach. She pulls them down, along with your panties, smiles at you and licks your vulva from the bottom to your clit. You sigh deeply and throw your head back. You involuntarily arch your back when you feel her tongue making circles on your clit. But to your disappointment she suddenly stops.

When you look down you see Veronica smirking up from between your legs. "I think he's ready for you," she says. You'd totally forgotten about the two men in the room and when you look over you see that Mark is indeed rock hard and is hastily undressing. Veronica stands up, still topless, and walks over to Bobby. He's been standing there slack jawed with a tent in his trousers. She grabs him by his collar and leads him to the couch that is in the corner of the room, while Mark climbs into bed with you. You look at the bespectacled, mustachioed, balding man as he eagerly feasts his eyes on your naked body.

"Well," you ask him, "how do you want me?"