Contest

The store was closed, and I was alone in the stock room with three confused women of various ages. "OK, It's obvious all three of you are majorly lusting after me," I said, "You all want me to fuck your brains out."

I watched as each one's confusion grew, but at the same time they all grew a bit flushed. They licked their lips, flipped their hair, and their breathing grew heavier.

"Which will it be first?" I asked.

"Oh me!" said Kim, the youngest. The other two looked at her then each other then together said, "Hey!" They started to argue.

"Ladies, ladies, shut the fuck up!" I ordered. They all became quiet. "Now, we're going to have a little contest. First we'll see who gives the best French kisses. We'll go in alphabetical order by first name. Irene, you're first."

Irene grabbed me and pulled me to her. She put one hand on the back of my head and the other around my back. She launched into a passionate, wet kiss. After a long while, I let her go. "Wow!" I said, now rather aroused. The other two had their turns, and it turned out that Kim was the best. I told her and she actually jumped up and down like a school girl, while the other two frowned. She started towards me.

"Whoa, not so fast. That was just the first contest." That announcment perked up the other two. I thought of what the next contest should be: best striptease, nicest body, firmest ass, kinkiest sexual fantasy, maybe something else.