Welcome back to the second part of the Pornographic Rom-Com that is COUPLES THERAPY. We left the last part with a few of the pieces moving on the board but others still standing. Let's roll the dice and see if Rook lands on a snake or a ladder (I don't know how to play Chess).
THE PROGRESS
"So do you think we're fooling him?" Megan asked, as she wiped her hand across the cum that was dribbling down her lips and chin as her hand moved automatically up and down Mitchell's still engorged shaft. She remembered when she saw the advert online on Reddit.
WANTED: Female needed to take part in a unique adventure. Some nudity and personal liberties may be required.
It had made her laugh out loud. In this PC world, here was someone actually admitting that some lines may need to be crossed in this caper, and boy, were they being crossed at the moment.
Since their first session where they had to go dogging up at Wallows Fell they had been to two more sites with them actually getting out of the car, once to fuck Megan from behind, which was her favourite position, and another where Mitch went down on her while she jerked off two guys at the same time whilst others watched from the darkness. Megan had never been as turned on in her life before. She'd head home after yet another escapade, strip off, fish her battery-powered buddy out of her bottom drawer and then replay the night in her mind, cumming even harder as she was able to fully relax and let the evening's events wash over her.
Now here she was, round at Mitchell's in his back garden, blow-job finished and recorded for the good Doctor to make sure their instructions were being followed, the question still sticking into the air like Mitchell's considerable erection.
"I hope so," Mitchell breathed. He too had been invigorated by this scheme he'd hatched to con smug, celebrity counsellor and notable bell-end Doctor Grant Grantham out of ten grand of cash by faking a relationship and getting double his money back for not being happy at the end of the sessions, but even he hadn't expected these fringe benefits as Megan's hand slid along his engorged length before she got up and removed her skirt and panties and sat on his lap, letting his still swollen cock glide into her already wet pussy, his hands going instinctively to her hips as she began to move on top of him.
As scams go...this one had certainly proved to be enjoyable thus far.
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The room was pitch dark.
No light entered into the room but via the night vision cameras bodies could be seen. All of them, the sixteen or so people in there, were naked, all of them in some sort of congress with members of the opposite sex, carefully feeling out each other as limbs sought out bodies to wrap around, hands caressed flesh, mouths seeking other mouths to connect to or something to put in them as the room filled with sex sounds, moans grunts and gasps of delight, taut bodies all at the height of rapture as they built towards inevitable orgasm.
Doctor Grant, counsellor to the stars and celebrity TV relationship guru watched the scene unfold on his laptop that he had orchestrated with his patients, his hand around his length as he snarled in voyeuristic delight at the animalistic desires on-show on-screen as the bodies writhed together, undulating together in sweaty communion.
“Oh yeah. Keep fucking each other, you dirty cunts,” Doctor Grant sighed as he pulled on his veiny member, before a stern knock on his door brought him back to reality. He quickly slammed his laptop shut and thrust papers across his desk covering up his electrical porn provider, promptly zipping himself up as he made his way to the door, knowing who it would be before he opened it.
“Hey, honey. What’s up?” Grant queried, trying hard to appear nonchalant.
“I’m heading to work. Just thought I’d let you know,” Marjorie stated, coldly, as she waited for a hug and a kiss.
“Okay, I’ll see you later then,” Grant replied, oblivious to her mood.
“AHEM!” Marjorie grunted, moving her face and offering her cheek to him.
“Oh, of course,” Grant acknowledged, lurching forward with the tiniest peck possible on her cheek before retreating back to the door frame. “I’ll see you tonight?”
“We’ll see!” Marjorie exclaimed, before turning on her heels and heading to the door.
“I wonder what’s up with her?” Grant said to himself, before returning back to his computer and fishing his rod out, his gaze returning to darkness-filled orgy that he’d managed to engineer.
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“How can we be double-booked?” Mitchell asked, as he and Megan stood in Doctor Grant Grantham’s (PhD) relationship counselling office staring at another couple who also believed they had the slot.
“Well this is awkward,” Megan said to the female member of the couple.
“I know. I’m not sure what’s worse. That we’re in counselling or whether it’s the fact that we’re arguing over the spot,” the woman giggled conspiratorially with Megan before offering a hand. “I’m Lara. This lug is my husband, Bryn”.
Bryn waved at the two of them as he and Mitchell discussed matters with Doctor Grant Grantham PhD receptionist Jenny.
“I know you’re angry,” Jenny began trying to placate Mitchell and Bryan who then looked at each other puzzled.
“Are you angry?” Mitchell queried.
“Not me. You?” Mitchell shot back. “Oh, I’m Mitchell by the way”.
“Pleased to meet you,” Bryn responded as they both shook hands before shrugging at Jenny over the idea that they were in some way miffed.
“Okay, you’re not angry. Fine. But as I was explaining, I don't know what happened here. I definitely booked you both an hour apart,” Jenny calmly assured them before a voice interjected from behind them.
“Oh. I am sorry. I must have accidentally changed the appointment so you both clashed. My bad,” Doctor Grant Grantham chuckled as Jenny stared daggers at him from her desk.
“You son of a bitch,” Jenny whispered beneath her breath.
“I tell you what, I’ll do two fifteen minute sessions for free so you can both get on your way. How does that sound?” Doctor Grant offered, with mutual nods greeting the offer, before he gestured Lara and Bryn into the office first.
“I’m really sorry about this,” Jenny apologised to Megan and Mitchell, earnestly.
“It’s okay. Not your fault your boss is a prick,” Mitchell replied, with a silent pretend laugh at the end, causing Jenny to snort-laugh in response, making all three of them burst out simultaneously, till eventually there were locked in a laugh feedback rhythm, before eventually managing to break out of it, with some effort.
“We’ll just grab a seat,” Megan responded, holding hands with Mitchell and moving him to the seats as his eyes remained on the receptionist. “You like her?” Megan asked, under her breath.
“She’s all right…for a bit of a box-head,” Mitchell lied, whilst hardly moving his lips to maintain their cover.
“You should ask her out…when this is all over,” Megan offered as a solution. Mitchell looked over at her as Jenny looked his way and smiled before going back to her screen. As her eyes moved away he was able to glance more at what she was wearing, the white blouse that was just a little bit see-through allowing the patterned white bra beneath to be visible. Mitchell wondered what she’d look like in red underwear and nothing else, walking towards him, red heels on…it was a most seductive image, and he gulped hard as the blood rushed to his crotch.
“Hell, if you don’t ask her out, I might,” Megan stated as she eyed up Jenny. Mitchell allowed himself a moment to fantasise as to what that might look like, with himself sandwiched between the two, draped in lingerie, hands rubbing up and down his body, Mitchell’s eyes drawn to their magnificent cleavages, stocking-clad thighs as Jenny leant in close and whispered…
“Have you thought about doing more chores in the home?”
“Huh?” Mitchell said out loud to no-one in particular as Megan and Jenny looked at him in a state of befuddled amusement, before Mitchell’s eyes skipped over to the TV screen where Doctor Grant Grantham PhD was giving relationship advice to a celebrity couple from sone reality TV show he’d never heard of.
“Christ, I’m not sure where he’s more annoying. On screen or in person,” Mitchell retorted, causing Jenny to snort-guffaw some more.
“While you’re waiting would either of you like a coffee?” Jenny asked.
“That sounds nice. Thank you, but you don’t have to get us one,” Megan responded as Mitchell flustered.
“It’s not a problem it’s just a machine down the hall,” Jenny said, getting up and moving around the desk to get the drinks.
“I’ll keep you company then to stretch my legs,” Megan quipped as she followed after her, shooting her tongue out playfully towards Mitchell as she headed out with Jenny. Mitchell faced the TV that was meant to act as hypnosis for his clients but in reality was more off-putting than anything else. Doctor Grant Grantham PhD had what Mitchell would class as that smarm factor, a way of being insincere but attempting to come across as if it was genuine. As the Doctor gave the female half of the couple an over-long hug, Mitchell could feel his animosity towards the man growing…but, he had to remember why he was here, and the scam they were attempting to enact.
“Hi, gorgeous. You miss me?” Megan asked, as she strolled in, hand-in-hand with Jenny, before letting the receptionist scooch back around to her desk. “You will not believe the stuff I’ve just learnt”.
“Really? Do tell,” Mitchell probed, leaning in to hear more, however, before he could get the goss from Megan the door to the Doctor’s office opened and Bryn and Lara exited with the same embarrassed and pained look that every couple seemed to have when leaving Doctor Grant’s relationship counselling sessions.
“Mitchell, Megan…come on in,”Doctor Grant invited with his usual queasy smile, the two of them heading in as if summoned by a headmaster for being caught behind the bike shed.
“So, how’ve you been?” Doctor Grant asked with the same weird distance from the words that he always did
“We’re…okay?” Mitchell questioned as he looked back at Megan for clarification.
“We’re fine…I guess,” Megan confirmed, the two of them working hard together to maintain their fake relationship. Before they came to the office they had practised various set-ups so they could be convincing in their scam.
“Tell me how you’ve found the outdoor sexual exercises, please?” Doctor Grant asked, clenching his thighs to try and hide his already growing erection at the thought of what he’d asked them to do. The Doctor knew that the place he'd sent them for Alfresco sex was a dogging area. It was his plan to put them in that awkward spot. He could just imagine the two of them fucking in the darkness, Mitchell with his pants around his ankles banging Megan from behind with her skirt hitched up, her mouth full of some strangers cock as the two of them spit-roast her, her eyes rolling back in her head in pleasure at the feeling of being worshipped by two pricks at the same time in the pitch blackness of the fell, illuminated by the car lights.
Doctor Grant was cracking a stuffy just thinking about it.
“It was…stimulating,” Mitchell responded, dryly.
“Stimulating? Was that all it was? What did you wind up doing, Megan?” Doctor Grant asked. He was desperate to hear Megan describe the saucy activities they’d got up to on their dogging adventures.
“Well…the last time we headed up to fell,” Megan began, both men’s eyes on her as she started off their most recent tale of promiscuity. “I got out and removed my knickers from under my skirt. Just left them on the ground”.
“What colour were they? If you don’t mind me asking,” Grant quickly interjected to try and stop him seeming like a colossal perv.
“Erm…red. Is that important?” Megan queried.
“Details matter. Please continue,” Grant gestured, hoping his bluff was enough.
“Okay, I then led my shoulders back onto the car bonnet and Mitchell yanked my legs onto his shoulders and I felt him slip inside,” Megan explained, the image of the two of them like that on the car clear in Doctor Grant’s vivid imagination.
“Go on,” Grant said, steepling his fingers whilst trying to appear professional.
“We started to go at it. I could see the people watching us from the woodlands, moving closer…I was already really wet, just thinking about that. So I lifted my top up so they could see my tits jiggling,” Megan continued, noticing as Mitchell licked his lips on hearing those words. Grant could picture Megan bent back on the car, her boobs moving on every pound against her body by Mitchell as he held her in place, every thrust, every gesture causing ripples through Megan’s body, jostling her breasts around as her pleasure mounted through her body. Grant knew it must have looked magnificent.
“I see. Then what happened?” Doctor Grant inquired further, pressing his fingers against his lips.
“From the trees two guys appeared with their cocks already out and in their hands. I gestured them over and grabbed the hot fleshy rod of one on one side, then the other went round the other way, and I grabbed his thick rod and began jerking them off as Mitchell slammed inside my sopping wet snatch,” Megan replied, biting her lip mischievously as she pressed her legs together, concentrating the warmth she was feeling between there as the two guys eyes her lustily. For a moment Doctor Grant was lost for words before Mitchell used the moment to get back on track with the session.
“But, stimulating as this is, I don’t think it helps us with our communication problems,” Mitchell suggested, reminding the Doctor that not everything wrong in a relationship had to be physical. The Doctor leant back in his chair as if deep in thought, when in reality, he already knew what he was about to suggest.
“Hmmm. Communication is important, therefore I think this assignment must be focussed on that, more than anything else,” Doctor Grant began, doing his best to sound professional.
“Excellent, what do you suggest?” Mitchell enthused. Even though he’d miss the sexy adventures that he and Megan had been enjoying he was looking forward to moving back to a more normal patient/therapist style.
“I want the two of you to seduce Lara and Bryn,” Doctor Grant suggested. Mitchell’s face fell, whilst Megan’s eyebrows raised.
“What?” Mitchell queried, not quite able to process what he was hearing.
“I want you to seduce Lara and Bryn…couple to couple…same room stuff. It will require you to communicate, to work together, to be a team,” Doctor Grant explained, trying hard not to laugh out loud at his own insidious, perverted suggestions. He’d wanted to see some of his couples fuck together for awhile but these two were ideal as they were around the same age. He’d engineered the meet today specifically for this reason. “Unless you’re no longer willing to follow my instructions?”
The fake couple looked at each other with their hearts-a-flutter in excitement but their stomachs in knots in a state of petrification at the same time. They both wanted to pull out but that would mean they’d lose the money they’d spent on sessions and would have no way to claw the money back.
"Okay. I'm sure it will be...stimulating," Megan responded, sharing a look with Mitchell.
"Very stimulating," Mitchell replied back. They had started this expecting an easy but fun scam to do over this arrogant and pretentious pain in the ass, but somehow he had flipped the script so that they had to act like his fleshy sexual marionettes, and ultimately in this situation they simply had no choice.
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The threesome left the office to find that Bryn and Lara were still chatting with Jenny, the three of them seeming somewhat flirty as they bantered back and forth.
“So, how come someone as qualified as yourself is doing a job like this,” Lara asked, pushing her red hair back and flashing a smile at the young woman behind the desk.
“It’s purely mercenary. The pay’s good,” Jenny remarked as she glanced over to her boss. Mitchell and Megan eyed up the two people they were supposed to unwittingly seduce. Neither of them were unattractive and both of them thought there was the potential for this to turn into quite a fun frolic, but it was the fact that they were effectively being coerced into this that irked them so much.
“Well, I’m glad you’re all here. You can book your appointments in and this time I won’t interfere, promise,” Doctor Grant remarked, a snide smirk being his goodbye present to his patients as he closed his office door.
“Actually we’re done here,” Bryan pointed out, cheerily. “We were just wondering what Jenny here was doing after work?”
“Oh my! That’s so weird. WE were about to ask you guys the same question,” Megan responded, with an infectious giggle as she eyed up Bryn from his tanned shaved head all the way down to his packed jeans and brown suede boots.
“Oh…I guess we could all go out together,” Lara suggested as a wide-eyed compromise. “If that’s okay with you? Are you allowed to fraternise with patients?”
All five of them laughed as they reflected on that comment, tears streaming at Lara’s naive comment as Doctor Grant listened to all five people in the waiting room, swollen member on hand as he considered the various naked combinations he had potentially set-up.
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“Ah, hell. Let’s just get two house bottles and five glasses,” Megan suggested after a round of drinks had already lubricated all of them a smidge. Now they were out in town Megan and Mitchell felt they could relax a little even though the weight of the assignment given by Doctor Grant Grantham PhD was pretty demanding.
Seduce a couple they barely knew in order to prove that this fictional couple whose purpose, unbeknownst to Doctor Grant, was to scam him out of ten grand, could work together, communicate and problem-solve.
It was certainly a hell of a way of getting them to deal with their make-believe issues.
Now here they were in Hartley’s wine bar, all of them seemingly with something on each other’s minds than drink and good conversation. Mitchell had observed that Lara and Bryan had positioned themselves either side of Doctor Grant’s extremely loquacious Secretary Jenny, who seemed to enjoy being part of a Lara and Bryn sandwich.
“Well I’m up for it if you guys are,” Jenny commented, causing Bryn and Lara to raise their eyebrows expectantly at each other in a carry-on fashion. Mitchell and Megan also shared a glance indicating that they could tell what assignment Doctor Grant had given to Lara and Bryn. The waiter nodded and marched away in his black and white uniform.
“Is that all you’re up for?” Lara asked, leaning on the table and staring seductively at Jenny, who instinctively knocked her drink back nervously, her eyes wide at the implied suggestion in Lara’s voice.
“Excuse me,” Jenny replied, licking her lips as she clutched her glass to her chest.
“I just thought you might want to try something on the menu,” said Lara, grabbing the single laminated sheet and passing it to the young woman, her hand stroking Jenny’s as she passed it over.
“Oh, erm. I’m…I’m not hungry yet,” Jenny stammered, her eyes still locked on Lara’s.
“Well, let me know when you are,” Lara stated, letting her finger-tips caress Jenny’s naked arm before moving beneath the table as they remained fixated on each other.
“Your drinks,” the waiter smiled as he placed the glasses and bottles upon the table. “Anything…”
“That’ll be all for now,” interrupted Bryn, sending the waiter on his way with a firm stare. Mitchell grabbed the bottle and opened it swiftly, holding it ready in the air. “Anyone want one?”
“Me,” “I do,” “over here,” “please,” everyone piped in as they took a glass or thrust their old one forward. Mitchell poured the one bottle and then opened the next once those dregs were gone, making sure all five of them had something very full to feast from. "To new friendships," Mitchell toasted. Everyone repeated him and took substantial gulps from their glasses.
"So, how have you found the therapy so far?" Megan asked Lara and Bryn as they continued to move ever closer to Jenny, not that she seemed to mind.
"Erm...different...so far," Lara commented, checking with her husband that such a word was appropriate. Bryn nodded as Jenny sat up stiffly between them, her eyes going wide for some unknown reason. "You okay?"
"Uh-huh!" Jenny nodded, grabbing her glass and quickly ingesting some more of the burgundy liquid. Mitchell nodded back at the response from the young couple as he sat back in his chair and watched in annoyance as his house-keys fell to the floor. He grimaced at the petty inconvenience and bent over to get them, stealing what he thought would be a quick glance at the three people sitting across from him...till he realised what was going on.
Jenny's dress had been pushed up on both sides by the amorous couple. Bryn was stroking the inside of the young woman’s left thigh, occasionally gently gripping the flesh before pressing ruggedly against her skin as Jenny kept her legs wide for him. However it was Lara who was being the most adventurous with her hand down Jenny's panties moving her fingers against her nub beneath the white cotton material. The two of them were pleasuring the poor woman out of sight of the rest of the wine bar as she writhed against their hands, the willing participant in this seduction.
Mitchell stayed put and watched as the two of them teased the poor receptionist before collecting his keys before uprighting himself. He looked at his watch and wrote a quick message on there to Megan as she sipped on her wine.
"Yeah, he sure is unorthodox in his methods, I'll give him that," Mitchell chuckled as he sent the message to Megan who checked her watch to see the notification with the message DROP SOMETHING AND LOOK UNDER THE TABLE. Megan looked at Mitchell. confused before deliberately letting her lipstick tumble to the floor.
“Tch! Silly me,” Megan joked as she rolled her eyes before bending beneath the table to observe the actions going on across from her.
Things had now progressed even further as Bryn’s fingers moved the white material aside, exposing Jenny’s trimmed pussy, before he moved his hand around his wife’s finger and slipped the tip between Jenny’s lips, causing her legs to spread wider as her hips began to roll against their digits, increasing her pleasure as she sighed in delight, her thighs twitching as Bryn's thick index fingertip just dipped into Jenny's sensitive entrance.
"Do you know anything about his methods?" Mitchell pressed Jenny further, trying to take her facial attention back to him as the coupe either side of her delighted and teased her body, her shoulders moving back and forth above the table as the two strangers hands teased between her legs beneath,
"No...he...Mmmm...doesn't tell me anything," Jenny managed to speak as she flicked her eyes to the two people beside her, wantonly egging them on. Lara smiled as she massaged her own breast beneath her dress as she bit her lip, Bryn adjusting his posture in his seat to make himself just a little more comfortable. Jenny placed her drink down and moved her own hands beneath the table now as she turned her head to smirk at the adventurous twosome adjacent to her. Mitchell and Megan instantly knocked something off the table and ducked down to observe what was happening.
Beneath the table Jenny's fingers were moving quickly, pulling at Bryn's flies and yanking up Lara's dress, her digits eager to experience the hot meat and flesh hidden away. Mitchell and Megan could not believe that all three of them were being so direct and brazen as Jenny slid one hand beneath Lara's red panties and fished out Bryn's length before.
BUZZ BUZZ! BUZZ BUZZ! BUZZ BUZZ!
"Sorry, it's work. I've got to get this," Jenny remarked as she moved her hands from beneath the table to answer her unexciting vibrating device. "Yes. Seriously? Now? You've got to be kidding? I'm right in the middle of...No. I understand. Fine!"
Jenny grabbed her bag and put her phone away, her hands remaining above the table as she sat there, fuming at the conversation that just took place. The remaining four people all looked at each other puzzled before Lara dared to speak.
"Everything okay?" Lara ventured.
"I'm needed back at work. I'm really sorry," Lara apologised, obviously meaning every word as straightened herself up with Lara and Bryn doing the same as they readied to let Jenny leave.
"Are you sure? Is there any way to sweet talk your boss?" Bryn enquired as he tucked himself back into his pants.
"Sadly, no. He's a bit of a nightmare when he gets like this," Jenny confessed as she slid towards Bryn who instinctively moved along to let her out. "I would like to see you guys again though," Jenny remarked to Bryn and Lara as she straightened her dress, keen for their adventure to continue.
"HEY! I've got an idea!' Megan spoke up. "Why don't we drop you off where you are going?" she continued, seeing eager eyes looking back at her.
"That's a great idea!" Lara responded, a broad smile creeping over her features as she and Bryn nodded at each other enthusiastically, the two of them getting out of their seats as if they had received a shock from a cattle prod. Mitchell and Megan exchanged a knowing look as they slowly eased themselves out of their seats to counter the wrought sexual energy between the far-from-secret threesome.
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"Everybody comfy?" Mitchell asked as he clicked his seatbelt into place with himself and Megan up front and with Jenny squeezed back between Lara and Bryn.
"Certainly are," Bryn responded as he and Lara squeezed as close as comfortably possible to Jenny.
"Everyone buckled up?" Mitchell asked with a quick look back at the seating arrangement. It kind of bugged him that he'd have to keep his eyes on the road but he was pretty sure he'd be able to hear all the antics from the back seat.
"Don't worry we're all secure back here," Lara chimed in as the engine started and the car was plunged into darkness.
Almost as soon as the car started to move Mitchell could hear subtle movement taking place on his back seat while his eyes were locked on the road. He flicked his eyes toward Megan who somehow had self-control enough to keep her eyes pointed forwards.
"Nnnmmm!" Jenny moaned as Bryn moved his hand up Jenny's thighs and Lara let her hands roam over her dress-clad breast, her eyes fixated on Lara's as Jenny began to rub her palm to the inner thigh of Lara's legs.
"So, is it back at the practice we are dropping you off at?" Megan inquired, innocently, whilst knowing what was occurring in the back seat. Bryn now had one hand on Jenny's left thigh, rubbing up and down moving ever upwards to her snatch whilst the other was on her tit. Jenny was now face to face with Lara, Jenny's hand beneath Lara's dress as she moved it into her panties and down past her shaved mound, Lara's hand moving underneath Jenny's dress and getting closer to her boob.
"Uh-huh," Jenny replied, before pressing her lips against Lara's, the two up them exploring each others' tongues, eyes closed as Bryn moved his index finger over her nub and gently circling it, causing Jenny to sigh into Lara's mouth as three hands roved over her body before a fourth set of fingers found their way through Jenny's hair.
"We should have you there in about five minutes," Megan chimed, cheerfully as the noises from the back seat became louder, more sexual and more wet. Jenny's other hand was now wrapped around Bryn's length, her fingers moving vigorously along the solid shaft as one of his hands forced their way beneath Jenny's bra as the either swirled faster over Jenny's bean, whilst Lara and Jenny continued to kiss as Jenny moved her digit up and down Lara's clit as she rocked her hips against Jenny's gestures, her hand now like her husband in direct contact with Jenny's boobs as they mauled the tender flesh, their fingers pressing against the dappled nipple.
"That's...wonderful," breathed Jenny in response as she moved her head back, both parties either side of her moving in to bite and kiss her neck before moving their mouths down to her pert C-cup kitties to feast on those. "Oh fucking Hell!" Jenny cried out as she pleasured the couple either side of her.
Mitchell was squirming awkwardly in the driving seat as he heard all this going on. He could imagine what was happening based on what he'd witnessed at the restaurant but he couldn't see anything here, even though he could imagine what was happening. He flicked his eyes over to Megan who still hadn't changed position, her eyes very much on the road ahead, a knowing smile on her lips. Mitchell couldn't imagine why that was there. In the back Lara and Bryn had their mouths attached to Jenny's nipples, their tongues circling the firmer material as Jenny fingered Lara and jacked on Bryn's tool. Lara decided to get in on the action and moved her hand into Jenny's panties also.
"Oh God! We're...we're nearly there," Jenny responded, her hands going to the couples heads and keeping them in place as their stimulation brought her hot sweaty body ever closer to orgasm, her hips now pulsating back and forth against their fingers, her eyes flickering as her face looked up to the car roof but stars still somehow being visible as Lara's index finger sluiced in and out of Jenny's pussy, Bryn’s digit twirling her nub ever faster before Jenny thrust her thighs together and stiffened on the back seat, her nipples like bullets in the husband and wife's mouth. "JEEZ! YES!" Jenny yelled.
"You're right. Here we are back at the office," Megan cheerfully informed the back threesome, her eyes remaining forward as the back seat hastily sorted their clothes and postures to try and appear respectable.
“Herm, okay, thank you,” Jenny replied as Bryn opened his door and moved to let Jenny out so she could make her way back to see her boss, the bad Doctor Grant Grantham PhD, Lara also scooched out of the car and begin to converse quietly, just out of earshot of Megan and Mitchell. Mitchell leaned over to Megan, astounded at her self-resolve during the entire car journey.
"How on Earth did you avoid looking back?" Mitchell whispered as those outside the vehicle said their goodbyes.
"Let's just say I had an "Eye" on what was going on," Megan smirked, pointing to her phone in the cupholder that was pointing into the back of the car, observing what was going on.
"Do you think we should watch that later?" Mitchell asked, looking forward to the two of them partially re-enacting the scenes from the phone whilst they re-watched the back seat adventure.
"The night is still young," Megan grinned mischievously as Lara and Bryn got back in the car.
"Are you okay to drop us off? We don't want to be cheeky?" Lara asked as she shimmied back inside the vehicle.
"Yeah, sure. We can come in for a night-cap if you're still in the mood to party?" Megan offered back. The couple in the back looked at each other and raised an eyebrow before nodding enthusiastically at Megan and Mitchell. The two M's exchanged a nervous glance before Mitchell put the car back into gear, and they set off.
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"NNGHH! Oh yeah! How's that feeling?" Grant moaned as he jammed his engorged tool inside Jenny's back passage.
"GGHHH! Oh...NNNN..Good," Jenny gritted through her teeth as the feeling of pleasure and pain flickered through her body at the same time as she pressed her toy against her clit. Doctor Grant gripped Penny's ass cheeks and pulled them apart as wide as he could to ease himself in as much as possible. Grant looked down and marvelled as his swollen pole slid inside Jenny's anus. He felt there was something so powerful about fucking a woman this way, for them to submit this part of themselves and doing this with a much younger, more adventurous woman than his wife was all the sweeter.
""Oh, your ass is fantastic," Grant muttered as he started to move inside more gracefully as her sphincter yielded to Doctor Grant's stiffy. Jenny pressed the buzzing device more against her nub as he started to move faster inside her back package, biting down on the pillow in front of her.
"HURRR, uh-huh! Oh, this is so wrong!" Jenny groaned in delight and disgust. She's always had a thing for rule-breakers and bad boys, doing what she shouldn't, what was wrong, and the feeling of Doctor Grant's cock sliding between her ass cheeks and deep inside her whilst her clit trembled delightedly was such a rush and heady mix to take as she quivered beneath his movements, ass-up, face down on his marital bed.
"But so right, huh?" Doctor Grant not so much asked but told Jenny as he grabbed his phone and opened the video function, filming his staff sliding in and out of Jenny's tight, little ass. He was now grinding his hips into the young supine woman as he watched his length appear and disappear inside her. He loved the feeling of her butt gripping his rod, but more than that he loved the power over her as he ravaged her not only as a lover but as her boss as his naked body moved against hers, the two of them drenched in sweat as she quivered at every thrust, the little button machine humming against her bean, her nipples would be pressing into the mattress like buttons right now as she moved against him, eyes closed in joy and as her mouth winced in pain.
He loved ass-fucking and was looking forward to eventually unleashing this upon his unsuspecting therapy couples, but for now this was something that was just for him and this foolhardy bit on the side beneath him, as he gripped her cheeks and thrust inside her, his excitement mounting as he could feel the vibrations go through her body to his cock pounding in and out of the most forbidden of holes. True, his wife on occasion let him do this, usually when dressed in black underwear, but thrusting inside the younger naked woman beneath him was somehow even better as her butt cheeks shook upon every movement wobbling as his hips battered the soft flesh.
"Did you enjoy being felt up by Bryn and Lara?" Doctor Grant asked as he started to pound into Jenny with even more gusto. Jenny's eyes went wide at Grant's proclamation. She didn't know he was behind this and her mind wandered back earlier in the evening when she was felt up in the wine bar and the back of the car, her brain tingling her stimulated senses even more.
"That was you?" Jenny asked as Grant's butt-fucking became more vigorous. Jenny moved the toy off her bean slightly as she began to become so aroused she was getting over-sensitive as Grant ground his cock inside her.
"Uh-huh. You like?" Grant pressed further as he pressed his meat inside her.
"Yeah," Jenny whimpered as she bit her lip in delight as her eyes rolled back into her head. "Urgh God, holy Hell, that's...MMMMMMMM!" Jenny hummed in delight as she came over Grant's cock, her own quivering orgasm triggering his length as he shot his gooey liquid inside her back passage. Doctor Grant withdrew his diminishing pole and led on the bed, enjoying the sensation of manipulating everyone into a frenzy, certain that there could be no repercussions for these actions...at least, none he could yet comprehend.
END OF PART 2
And that is the gargantuan effort that was Part 2. Please stay tuned for Part 3.
