John & Michelle — Part 2
“Have I died and gone to heaven or hell, maybe?”
Part One-
After John and Michelle’s naughty escapade at the art studio on Sunday, real life kicked in. It was Monday and John had to be down at the record label offices for “management” meetings, or as he saw them, a bunch of bean counters deciding how much to spend on studio time. Yawn. Still, it was a necessary evil for an art and music manager fighting the good fight against the dependence on Spotify and streamed content.
Before John got in his taxi to head to the studio, Michelle gave him a lovely lingering French kiss and playfully squeezed his balls, letting him know that she would be “available” when he eventually got home. Christ knows when John thought. These meetings could last days. As he gazed out the cab window, all he could think of was how incredible Sunday had been. He never felt so liberated and free of life’s shackles when he was with Michelle.
He had never been with a woman who was so sweet and cute in public and so downright dirty in the bedroom. She was a conundrum that he loved to try and work out. Was this love or lust? Only time will tell. He knew they were gasoline and fire together; they would not work on paper. But he wanted her, not just sexually, either. Her mind was pretty damn intense and interesting, too.
Upon arrival at the label’s offices, John was ushered to a conference room by the new intern called Kristen, probably about twenty-one, twenty-two-ish with one of those beach babe bods and the sun-drenched blonde hair out of a bottle. Still, the package was mighty fine in her little black business pencil skirt and tight white blouse, just tight enough for him to notice the lacy camisole underneath and perky nipples behind the fabric…..Jesus, John, concentrate!
Kristen made John a strong coffee and brought some pastries, the usual label/office breakfast meeting fare. He asked for some orange juice and fruit, and Kristen complimented him on being healthy and gave him THAT smile…the smile that says, yes, I would, if you asked me nicely. Oh boy…. it will be a long day, John thought.
The meeting dragged on, and on the first break, John went and sat in the recording studio for a little while just to get his head straight. The bean counters were getting to him. Music was his life, not how much it cost, and all this scrimping and saving could affect the quality of the work of the artists he represented. Dammit, Michelle, where are you when I need my shoulders massaged and a comforting word in my ear? John heard the heavy studio door click open and turned around.
Kristen was standing there, blouse unbuttoned, with a look on her face that meant NO was not an answer she wanted to hear. With no words, she walked over to John, hitched up her skirt so that he could see her hold-up stockings and no panties, and got on her knees in front of him. Within a few seconds, his jeans were around his ankles.
Kristen was working his cock with her mouth and squeezing his balls, making him gasp at her vigorous technique and her skilled tongue….she stood up and lifted herself over him, sliding her hot wet, tight, blonde pussy lips straight down on his now very hard shaft, her legs around the back of the chair, both of them groaning at the delicious hot wet sensation and then Kirsten started to FUCK him, hard.
She wanted this badly, and John decided to help her get what she wanted. John kissed her hard on the lips, his tongue against hers, undoing the buttons on her blouse, forcing down the lacy camisole so that he could pinch her perky nipples with fingers and thumbs. That made her squeal and groan and buck against him as she reached her first orgasm, her dripping pussy lips making John’s rigid cock and ball sack damp and wet. In this moment of passion, John could have sworn I heard the studio door click again.
Kirsten lifted her head and looked over John’s shoulder. John could not see as Kristin held him in the chair. Next thing John knew, there was a third person there, and Kirsten was kissing them, moaning at the same time. John felt the third person’s long hair falling over the back of the chair. He knew the addition was female, and he recognized that delicious scent. Jesus! Michelle, is that you?
The third person swung the chair around, and there Michelle was in a business suit, pencil skirt, and little bolero jacket with a pale pink blouse underneath. Michelle had blagged her way into the label’s offices, stating that she was John’s new PA. Jesus, now I knew why I loved your mind, John thought, as his hard cock twitched, knowing that two very attractive, highly sexed women had him in their clutches.
Michelle hitched up her tight pencil skirt and fell to her knees behind Kirsten, caressing her butt cheeks, smiling that wicked smile, kissing Kristen’s soft sacrum and gently sliding her tongue down Kristen’s butt crack to her little arsehole, making Kristen moan in delight. Excited and eager, Kristen then started sliding up and down John’s cock again with her still-wet cunt, as Michelle teased her tight, little hole with her fingers, slowly inserting one finger right up her arse, making her squeal in delight. All the time, Michelle’s eyes did not leave John’s gaze. Michelle, wow, Michelle….you are such a naughty girl!
Kristen shuddered, rocking back in the chair astride John, having a deep, intense orgasm. She kisses John gently and climbs off him, lifting off his hard cock slowly, her juices glistening on his length and balls. Michelle and Kristen kissed deeply in front of John, their hands everywhere, blouses removed, camisoles removed, everything removed until Kristen is in just her black hold-ups and heels. Michelle is wearing a sexy little pale pink garter, holding up some VERY expensive stockings and still wearing her Louboutin heels, with both sets of nipples VERY erect, either due to the cold studio air or maybe something else.
Michelle leaned over seductively and whispered to John, “I have always wanted to fuck another woman. How did you know?”
John smiled broadly and whispered back, “I didn’t!”
Michelle bended Kristen forward over the mixing desk, her perky little tits resting against the sliders, and teased Kristen’s tidy pussy with her fingers.
She gasped, “Oh God, don’t stop.”
Michelle reached into her handbag, and pulled out her trusty, small, shiny vibrator and switches it on. Kristen’s eyes light up and Michelle smiles wickedly. John sits back in the chair, wanking the length of his rock-hard cock, enjoying the show.
Michelle slid two fingers into Kristen’s now dripping pussy and, using her juices, lubing up her pretty little arsehole; then slid the small vibe up her tight grippy hole to many little squeals and groans as the cold metal hits all those highly sensitive nerve endings. Kristen succumbed to the lust inside her, falling to her hands and knees in front of the mixing desk, legs unable to cope with the deep cumming she was experiencing.
Michelle got on her hands and knees behind her, licking her cunt and working her arse with the vibe at the same time. Kristen went insane, shaking in deep multiple orgasms, shuddering, begging her not to stop. John sees his chance and got on his knees behind Michelle. No foreplay, no need to lick or tease. Michelle’s cunt was already dripping wet, juices running slightly down her inner thighs to her stocking tops. John’s now throbbing shaft went straight in, nice and deep, making her moan with pleasure.
“That’s it, you dirty bastard. Fuck me while fuck her!”
John grabs Michelle’s hips, pulling her hot wet heat down his cock to his hips, letting her curvy arse grind hard against him. By now, the small vibe is right up Kristen’s ass to the hilt, and Michelle is pounding her wet pussy with two fingers, licking her clit, while Kristen moans incoherently, face down on the floor.
“Time to swap,” Michelle said with a decadent smile.
Michelle slid off John’s cock, and, holding his balls in her hand, she guided his dick, slippery with her pussy juice, into Kristen’s pussy. Jesus, John thought, now I know I am involved with a seriously sexy woman whose sexuality seems to know no boundaries.
John started to thrust into Kristen with a slight gasp as he realised how tight and hot her young cunt feels, and she happily ground back against him, shuddering and cumming as she does so, her pussy now so sensitive now that John only had to thrust twice to push her over the edge. Michelle expertly positioned herself in front of Kristen, laying on her back, holding Kristen’s hair and guiding her mouth down to her naked, shaved pussy.
Kristen made eye contact with Michelle and whispered, “I have never done this. Will you help me?”
Michelle replied, “Gladly, now just lick my pussy like a good little intern.”
John knew then that this was a real power trip for Michelle, who loved her dominance at that moment. John looked deep into Michelle’s eyes.
“C’mon, rockstar, fuck your groupie while she licks my wet cunt,” she said to him.
John nearly came there and then, hearing such profanity from Michelle’s mouth. He loved it when she talked dirty. All prim and proper in public, but a filthy slut underneath.
John continued to fuck Kristen with steady, long strokes. Kristen was doing a good job on Michelle’s pussy as she leant back, moaning through a slow, sensual orgasm.
Michelle whispered huskily to Kristen, “Kristen, I need to fuck him now. I need my Johnny fix.”
Michelle twisted Kristen and lifted her gently off John’s cock, and laid him on his back on the floor. Michelle then guided Kristen to squat over John’s face.
She looked longingly at John, prone on the floor, and said, “Lick her used pussy and her tight little arsehole. Make her cum for me.”
John eagerly started rimming Kristen’s little arsehole, letting Michelle have her power trip. Michelle also squatted over him in a regular cowgirl position, facing Kristen as Kristen writhed down on my tongue. Michelle grabbed Kristen’s face and started kissing her deeply, squeezing her nipples with her fingers, making Kristen cum again with my adept assistance from below.
Michelle started wanking John’s stiff dick, Kristen’s pussy juice coating your hand from him fucking her previously, then she licked her juices from her hand and then Michelle used that hand to guide John’s dick into her. John gasped loudly at that lovely feeling, that slow hot sensation as she deliberately slid down onto his hard shaft as slowly as she could, followed by slow deep bounces, as she played with her clit, making herself cum, shuddering as your tongue played with Kristen’s in a true porno lesbian kiss.
Michelle lifted off of John’s cock, lubing up her ass with her hot, sticky pussy juice. John knew exactly what her plan was as she guided his rigid shaft to the tight entrance of her arse and slid down ever so slowly, her tight arsehole gripping John’s dick like a vise. John was so close to cumming with the tight, wet heat. Michelle bounced slowly up and down, cumming as she did so.
She moaned while saying, “That’s it, baby. Fuck that tight little hole. I want your hot cum up my arse….c’mon, fuck it, fuck it…cum for me!”
After a few deep thrusts, John could not help but obliged, his hot sticky cum shooting both inside and all over her sexy hot hole. Kristen had been watching intently as John licked and fucked her with his tongue, and as Michelle slowly slid off John’s now sticky, cum-covered cock, she eagerly went on all fours.
Michelle helped Kristen’s mouth down onto it, whispering, “That’s it, baby, lick up his cum, lick and clean up my arse for me.”
To John’s utmost surprise, Kristen subserviently does as she is told, licking Michelle’s messy arsehole clean, eagerly eating all of John’s cum. Michelle shudders, getting another cheeky little orgasm from Kristen’s tongue, teasing her now clean arsehole.
John sits back on the studio floor in shock, smiling like a madman. Not only had he just fucked two very sexy women, one of whom knew him incredibly well and who was prepared to sneak into his work world and surprise him like this, but they had also both pleasured each other.
“Have I died and gone to heaven or hell, maybe?” John asked.
Kristen glanced at John and impishly smiled as she got dressed.
She sheepishly whispered to Michelle, “I have NEVER been with another woman before. You were my first…thank you…it was so sexy…” Michelle smiled that wicked smile that John loved back at her and said, “Anytime, sweetie, you were my first, too.”
John stood up, pulling up his trunks and jeans. Michelle lovingly squeezed his balls, making his cock harden again.
She whispered, “Where do you think you’re going? I want to fuck from behind over that mixing desk, and I want your cum in my mouth this time.”
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