Here we are again with our next instalment of this multi-part sexual rom-com/caper. Hope you enjoy it, and let's get moving, with a small recap.
We left our heroes (Mitchell and Megan) attempting to seduce Bryn and Lara as their scam to swindle Dr Grant Grantham PhD started to unravel.
Phew! Let’s move on.
PERSISTENCE
For a moment Mitchell allowed his mind to wander, back to a time when a scam idea popped into his head, an idea to rip off an annoying, so-smug, TV-relationship, guidance counsellor who pretended to know all the answers whilst it was all a smokescreen. He let himself fleetingly think about how he placed an ad for an accomplice to this crime and met Megan, whose smirk and cheery, easy manner gave him optimism this would work.
He let his mind touch briefly to these things because he also didn't want it wandering off from the enjoyment he was currently relishing.
Mitchell was led on some cushions in the living room of a couple whom he and Megan had encountered at Doctor Grant Grantham's office (PhD) and they, with the Doctor's receptionist and assistant, Jenny, were currently all naked in the same room. Jenny, the skinny twenty-something receptionist was riding Mitchell's cock.languishing on the up and down movements, her boobs, that seemed to be a gift from the gods, swaying gently as she ground her body slowly against his, Mitchell's hands on her ass, before he decided to fill them with those fulsome mammaries wafting just above his mouth.
But that wasn't the end of it.
Where his pole was sliding into Jenny's cunt, Lara, half of the couple they'd encountered, was licking up and down his staff upon every thrust and then around Jenny's opening once she made it all the way down, Jenny's body quivering every time her hips met Mitchell's, her eyes closed and head back as she savoured Lara's tongue and it's delicate pressure around her most sensitive area.
But of course that still left two more people in the room.
Megan was on her back, her head on a pillow as she feasted on Lara's delicious and fragrant quim, her talented tongue delving inside the fleshy folds of her pussy before swirling around Lara's love button, grinding her jaw and tongue against it like she was a human vibrator, causing Lara's hips to buck in shock every time she did this at the top of Lara's glistening, delicious pussy. Megan had tasted it a few times now but each time she experienced the joy of taste hitting her tongue it was like the pleasure of exploring her fleshy folds for the first time, each time. Megan gripped her ass to force her sex-clam towards her mouth so it was her lips clamping against Lara's twat.
Meanwhile as Megan devoured the slimy treat in front of her, Bryn powered gently in and out of Megan's snatch as he watched Megan's tongue dive in, out and round Lara's wondrous slit, his eyes moving from watching the oral efforts of Megan on his wife, to his own rod moving in and out of Megan's smouldering and tight love-tunnel whilst watching Lara's head move as she pleasured Jenny and Mithcell at the same time. All five of them moving slowly and deliberately, each of them making sure to fully realise the pleasure they were giving and receiving and seeing.
Somewhere at the back of Mitchell's head he may well have suspected he was being played in some way by Doctor Grant Grantham PhD, but as Jenny looked down at him with a slutty grim across her face and a dirty chuckle in her throat, at this moment, he really couldn't give a flying fig.
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“Okay?" asked Doctor Grant Grantham PhD as his cock was positioned at his wife's lubed-up star.
"Okay," Marjorie replied, meekly. Earlier in the night she had come down in her sexiest black bra, panties and stockings set, determined to make things happen between her and her hubby tonight, kneeling down in front of him and rubbing her hands up and down his trousered thighs. She wanted to feel his girthy monster inside her, she needed it. It had been over a month since they last had sex but she knew it was difficult for her husband to be intimate with her due to the dysfunction that he witnessed in relationships every day at work, at least, that's what he told her, but today Marjorie was determined to get herself some inches.
"We can do anything you want tonight?" Marjorie hinted as her palms rubbed along her husband's muscled thighs beneath the fabric. Grant chuckled for a moment as a variety of impure things floated through his head. Part of him wanted to suggest a threesome with his secretary but he doubted Marjorie would be very receptive. Instead he unzipped his fly and merely flicked his eyebrows up and down.
Marjorie licked her lips as she moved her hands inside his trousers and fished out his length, her hands rubbing down the shaft as she firmed it up, feeling it solidify between her fingers before she moved her face forward, took a look up at her hubby, down at his rod, and let her lips slide down, letting half of it fill her mouth.
Grant smirked, loving the power he held over his wife. Her money had helped start his practice and lift him up, but now he'd earned way more than she'd ever put it and he enjoyed lording this over her. Right now he was enjoying watching her gob slurp around his end before she plunged it back down, bobbing her head up and down his hardened meat, the heat warming her mouth as it pumped inside. Marjorie took her mouth off and wrapped her hands around his cock.
"How am I doing?" Marjorie asked, licking her lips, getting more of the taste of his pole inside.
"A little longer, please," Grant replied, grabbing his stiffy at the base and waggling it about, provocatively. Marjorie nodded and engulfed his tool with her mouth. her head rising and falling sharply as she drooled over the girth poking inside her mouth, trying to get it as wet as she could as she slipped her hand inside her lingerie and began sliding her fingers along her lips. She was already slightly aroused from playing with his cock, but she wanted to make sure she was nice and moist so he could just slip inside her. She dropped her index finger between her fleshy folds as the solid length moved between her lips, her eyes closed as she imagined what she could feel on her tongue was moving between her legs going deep inside, probing her love-cave. Marjorie was hungry and she was going to savour every moment of this tonight.
"I want this in me," Marjorie pleaded. Grant considered tormenting her by making her work him a little longer but thought better of it, he grabbed her by the hand and helped her up off her knees, marvelling her statuesque figure, her gigantic norks, tiny waist and graspable hips. Grant eased himself off the seat and led her by the hand to the stairs so they could make their way to their bedroom.pushing her back onto the bed as she got there, relishing the sight of her boobs bouncing in the black lacy material as she hit the duvet, a submissive grim on her face.
Grant unbuttoned his shirt and removed his trousers, unders and socks in one smooth move as Marjorie wriggled and squirmed on the bed, looking forward to getting her pussy filled. Grant tumbled onto the bed and on top of his wife as he gripped his length and began teasing his wife with the tip as she slid around trying to get the head at least buried between her love lips.
“Please,” Marjorie begged as Grant prodded his helmet between her flesh curtains, poising it for entry then easing off like he was taking away a favourite toy. Grant smirked down as Marjorie moved her hips nearer to him to get even the merest bit of his end inside her, it was at that moment he moved, powering his prick inside her, pushing her hips back onto the bed, getting her to squeal in shock and joy at the same time.
"Like that?" Grant sniggered as he placed his mouth next to Marjorie's ear as he began to slowly pull out then slam back inside, filling his waiting wife as she purred at finally getting what she wanted, finally felt the sensation of his hot, throbbing meat, becoming sticky with her juices as it stretched her delightfully.
"Oh yes, like that," Marjorie smiled as she felt his hips slam against hers, her ass cheeks quivering every time he smashed into her. Marjorie loved how he felt inside her, the feel of his smouldering length warming up her already warm insides. “HURR…Yeah!…OH!…Like that!”
Grant watched in a psychotic fascination as each movement drove Marjorie wild, his girth filling not just the gap between her thighs but the one inside her too. He knew his station had given him a certain power over Marjorie, but it was all built on the money from her professional career and her knowing the right people. As he fucked Marjorie it was less of a power dynamic and more like one long revenge fuck, grinding against her, watching her wilt and moan gratefully as he slammed against her. Grant could hear the pleasure heightening in her sighs as she moved ever nearer her climax, the absence of sex boosting her arousal now as she flung her arms out and gripped the bed sheets, her tits jiggling repetitively as he thrust inside her.
“Oh God! I’ve missed this! Don’t stop! Please…Eurgh! OH, OH, OH!” Marjorie yelled before throwing her head back and letting go all over Doctor Grant’s solid length inside her. Her breath going from short bursts to deep inhales and exhales. Doctor Grant withdrew his stiff member and watched as his sticky mess oozed out of his wife and onto the sheets.
“I did that!” Grant proudly thought, before bending down to the bedside cabinet and withdrawing a tube of lube from the drawer and flicking the top. Marjorie looked up and shook her head.
“You can’t be…” Marjorie began before Grant presses his finger against his lips before smearing his pole with huge amounts of lube and smearing it onto his index and middle fingers as Marjorie raised herself up onto her elbows before Grant darted forward and pressed one finger against her anus and the other hand between her love-lips. “Oh,” Marjorie exclaimed as both hands pleasured back her front and back ends simultaneously.
“You did say anything,” Grant nodded, reminding Marjorie of her earlier promise. Marjorie led back down as Grant pressed his finger further in her back passage and ran the fingers of his other hand along the length of her labia, stimulating the area that was by now highly sensitive. “Are you all right for me to continue?” Grant asked, knowing the wording would gain him compliance.
“Y-yes,” Marjorie stammered before Grant eagerly positioned himself behind her, his skin next to her body, his hands having a one-time stroke of her soft-skinned ass-cheek that was so hot to touch from her arousal.
“Okay?" asked Doctor Grant Grantham PhD as his cock was positioned at his wife's lubed-up star.
"Okay," Marjorie replied, meekly. Grant moved his hips forward, his knob meeting some resistance before the ring gave and let his mushroom end inside, his other hand reaching round to Marjorie’s button, twiddling it around as he eased the rest of his shaft inside her. “HURGH!” Marjorie moaned and grimaced in pleasure and pain as Doctor Grant started to ease himself in her forbidden place, congratulating himself as he grunted in delight at jamming his cock in Marjorie’s ass, and concocted his next set of torments for his sex-mad patients.
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Megan and Mitchell were sat in Doctor Grant Grantham PhD's waiting room watching yet another advert that they were now both certain was meant to hypnotise his patients into thinking that the obnoxious and slimy therapist was God's gift to the psychological spinning orb. In this one he was walking past dozens of couples in white all sat down smiling at each other as if they were in a toothpaste commercial, fake tans, hair transplants and a variety of nips and tucks were all on display among the couples that may well have been actors, presenting a picture of creepy serenity, till Doctor Grant opened his mouth on screen, subtitles appearing to accompany the words.
"Hi. I'm Doctor Grant Grantham PhD, you might know me from such shows as "Ugly Becka, Beautiful Rebecca" or "Your problems are my problems...but they're still your problems," Doctor Grant boasted as he walked through the couples like he was their cult leader.
"It's hard to believe anyone watched this guy and was fooled by him," Megan whispered, bewildered at what people saw in this celebrity trickster who had as much charisma as the cardboard version of him now stood in the waiting room, available to buy for £15.99.
"Many people ask me what the secret is to a happy life," Doctor Grant Grantham, the human-smarm factory continued. "Well, the secret if there is no secret. but there are ingredients and my twelve month course can reveal those to you and your significant other".
"I know what the ingredient is," Mitchell whispered to Megan as he nodded his head towards Jenny who was typing away, her eyes locked on her work. Megan smiled as she remembered waking up in bed with Mitchell, Bryn and Lara, then tiptoeing downstairs tentatively in order to not wake any of them whilst the remaining threesome slept in Lara and Bryan’s sizeable bed.
Megan entered the kitchen, still naked, but she wasn’t alone. Over at the sink, grabbing a drink herself, was Jenny with Mitchell’s shirt covering her torso. Megan smiled as she strode over, trying to make sure she wasn’t heard till she got right behind her and slid her arms around her waist.
“HERMPH!” Jenny choked on her drink, almost causing Megan to laugh out loud. “Oh my word, you shit me up!” Jenny exclaimed as Megan pressed her naked flesh against the calm, white cotton.
“Is this better?” Megan asked as she moved her hands onto Jenny’s skin and cupping her breasts as she kissed her neck.
“Hurrmmm, that’s MUCH better,” Jenny sighed as let her head tumble back into Megan’s shoulder whilst she massaged Jenny’s tits, her cleft already starting to moisten from the intimate attention as Megan began nibbling on her neck as Jenny gripped the worktop to steady herself.
“I think it’s about time we had just a me-and-you moment,” Megan suggested as she turned Jenny round and pressed herself against her, her fingers going through her bobbed her as she pressed her lips against the twenty-somethings mouth, their tongues sliding between their lips and thrusting against each other as their breasts simmering flesh mashed together.
"I can't believe this is the first time for the two of us on our own," Jenny exhaled as Megan returned her kisses to her neck, her left hand moving to her arse cheek as the right hand slid between her legs, moving through the fine hairs and then feeling her hardening nub. Jenny's lips quivered as she felt Megan's fingers move over her button and then gently part her lips as she probed her opening.
"I've wanted to do this since I saw first saw you behind that desk, looking like butter wouldn't melt...It would in here," Megan replied as she slid her finger deep inside Jenny's wet gash, the young woman's legs parting ever so subtly to allow better access for Megan, Jenny's hand also reaching out instinctively for Megan's cunt, Jenny’s index finger reaching her bean and applying gentle pressure as Megan probed her entrance, the two women locking eyes as their fingers diddled the other’s bits.
“You like that?” Jenny asked. Megan nodded as the two of them breathily began to move the fingers quicker, trying to bring the other off before Jenny opened her lips and said…
“You can come in now”.
“Huh?” Megan said as she realised just how lost she was in her fantasy. She turned to Mitchell who was looking at her just as puzzled as everyone else. Megan ran her legs down her thighs as though she was brushing crumbs off her legs then stood up sharply, prompting Mitchell to do the same, before grabbing him by the hand as the two of them entered Doctor Grant Grantham, PhD’s office for their latest fake therapy session.
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Doctor Grant welcomed the duo into his office and resumed his position behind his desk, slouching back into his chair, his hands steepled as he crossed his legs to disguise his already developing erection as he watched the couple take their seats. Doctor Grant Grantham PhD was somewhat ill at ease. He’d been counselling this couple for almost three months now but something felt off about them, true they seemed somewhat closer than when they started but his instincts were blaring like a klaxon to watch himself.
“So, do you feel you’re resolving your communication issues?” Doctor Grant asked, partly hoping they’d agree and quit his sessions, but part of him hoping they’d say no so he could continue to watch video evidence of them fornicating?
“Maybe. The sex is…” Mitchell began, trying to find the right phrase.
“DON’T say stimulating,” Megan piped up, causing Doctor Grant to stifle a giggle.
“…very enjoyable,” Mitchell continued, earning a suspicious look from Megan. “But much of our other communication is still mired in difficulty. Simple things like household chores are a constant area of conflict”.
“Tell me about how you seduced Bryn and Lara,” Doctor Grant responded, completely cutting off Mitchell’s pretend concerns over their fictional relationship. Doctor Grant has given them the assignment and they had succeeded on their first try, but he never got much out of them over their actual adventure as the last two times they’d come in they’d had an argument in reception. This was the first time they’d entered his office calm in that period.
“Do we need to? We sent the footage over,” Mitchell asked, trying to divert the session back over to therapy rather than going on about their increasingly outlandish sexual escapades.
“This is something you achieved together through communication and as you pointed out your communication is currently poor. I think looking at a situation where your communication worked together perfectly would help the two of you enormously,” Doctor Grant explained eloquently as he looked forward to the prospect of hearing about their sexual dalliance with another couple.
“That’s…fair,” Mitchell replied, with a heavy gulp as he thought about just how amazingly well that seduction had gone and the tons of fun they’d had since with Lara, Bryn and Jenny.
“Start at the beginning. Tell me how the night began,” Doctor Grant suggested, as he changed his expression to one of a concerned therapist rather than randy, horn-dog consultant.
“Well…” Megan began, a saucy glimmer in her eye as she considered the events of that evening a few weeks back.
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The four of them headed back to Bryn and Lara’s place with few words spoken. There was an uneasy sense of expectation in the car as the couple in the back were wound up and horny from their manual sexual efforts with Jenny as the two of them played and stimulated her bits as she diddled with their own whilst Megan and Mitchell were turned on from the images and sounds they had witnessed or heard.
The sense of expectation was as high as the state of arousal within the vehicle, it wasn’t until Mitchell pulled into the drive of Bryn and Lara that any kind of nerves resurfaced.
“So, er…do you guys want to come in for a nightcap?” Lara asked, taking the lead.
“Sure,” Megan replied, taking the initiative for her and Mitchell. All four of them exited the vehicle and made their way into Lara and Bryn’s semi-detached home. Bryn quickly headed for the kitchen as Lara led the two new guests to the living room. Neither Megan, Mitchell or even Lara was sure what should happen next but they were happy to just take a seat and wait for Bryn to reappear with a few drinks.
“So, your neighbours…” Mitchell queried, somewhat concerned that any noise may give away what they were doing to prying ears.
“Dead,” Lara informed the two of them as Bryn emerged from the kitchen with four glasses of rose, handing them to everyone and taking the last, extremely full glass for himself.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Megan began before Bryn waved his hand whilst taking a swift from his glass.
“Don’t be,” Bryn consoled Megan as he leaned against the sandstone fireplace. “He was a real piece of garbage”.
“The great news is we can now be as loud as we want,” Lara advised, causing both Megan and Mitchell to blush slightly and take a fulsome gulp of rose.
“I like your dress by the way,” Megan remarked to Lara, causing Lara to get up and take a spin causing her dress to float up, revealing her shapely legs.
“Thank you. I wasn’t going to wear this to the session today, it was a last minute thing,” Lara replied, lifting her leg in delight. Before darting over to Megan and grabbing her hands. “Actually I’ve got an outfit that will look perfect on you. Come with me!”
And with that the two women darted out of the room leaving Bryn and Mitchell, two relative strangers to try and carry on the conversation without their women steering them.
“Nice place. How long have you lived here?” Mitchell asked, doing his best at small talk.
“About five years now. Married for three,” Bryn explained, adding a bit more colour to his answer.
“So, what made you guys sign up with Doctor Grant then?” Mitchell probed, before backing off the question. “If you don’t mind me asking”.
“It’s okay,” Bryn offered with a shake of his head, before continuing. “It was my porn addiction. It was starting to have a devastating impact on our sex life”.
Mitchell nodded, supportively, somewhat surprised by the honesty of his answer, feeling a tad guilty for the deception that he and Megan were perpetrating. It wasn’t so bad when it only affected the Doctor but now other people were getting involved and Mitchell couldn’t help but worry that their little con-job was now drawing more innocent people into their escapade.
“Well, you certainly seem much improved,” Mitchell suggested, earnestly. Bryn looks down sheepishly before picking the right words to say.
“The big thing that’s improved is our…adding our…fantasies into our real sex lives,” Bryn explained with a mischievous grin on his face.
“Really? And that’s from Doctor Grant?” Mitchell queried. He was starting to wonder if this obsession with sex that the good Doctor seemed to have with himself and Megan was something he was engaging in with all his patients but, before he could say any more he was interrupted.
“Guys, we’re just trying on some outfits. Can you come up and tell us what you think?” Lara called down. Bryn placed down his drink and rolled his eyes at the prospect of grading his wife’s outfits.
“Duty calls. Come on,” Bryn suggested as he and Mitchell trudged upstairs, heading toward the bedroom contemplating what dresses the two women would be wearing.
“So, do tell us why we couldn’t wait downstairs and have you c…” Bryn stopped mid-sentence as he entered his and Lara’s bedroom. On the bed in a black body and stockings was Lara, her red hair tied back and a lacy collar around her neck. Next to her in a purple bra and underwear set was Megan, the two of them resting back on their arms, legs crossed. Mitchell didn’t know how Bryn was feeling but he was getting hard almost immediately.
“Well…what do you think?” Megan asked, a giggle tingeing her words as she finished the question?
“I think you guys look spectacular. What about you, Mitch?” Bryn asked. His eyes not leaving the couple on the bed as they sat back in a relaxed yet provocative pose.
“Maybe you can switch outfits so we can get some sort of contrast,” Mitchell added, adjusting himself as he stared at the two seated sirens.
“I don’t think so, but…we can certainly put on a bit of a show, can’t we?” Lara asked with the same smutty grin as her husband had only moments before downstairs as she moved her face forward so her nose was pressed against Megan’s, the two of them slowly moving their faces as they tried to get into an optimum position till they were in the right spot to move forward and press their lips together.
“Fucking Hell,” Bryn breathed as he adjusted himself, his eyes locked on the two women as they began to move their mouths with more passion, Lara’s hand moving to Megan’s breast as the redhead took charge of the situation, Megan’s eyes remaining closed as Lara gently mauled the sensitive mound. Mitchell couldn’t believe it. They were meant to be seducing Lara and Bryn but there was no way he wasn’t gonna take the win.
The two women uncrossed and splayed their legs simultaneously, both wanting to give access to the other with Megan moving her fingers down the black frilly material before reaching between her legs and realising that the body was crotchless.
“Oh, that was unexpected,” Megan chimed as she split the two sides and ran her index finger up and down Lara’s fleshy cleft, feeling the wetness on her pussy lips before bringing her fingers back up and putting them to Lara’s face with Lara taking the middle finger in her mouth and savouring her own juices.
“Let us know when you want us to jump in,” Bryn pointed out.
“Er…yeah,” Mitchell echoed as both men yanked on their hardening lengths. Lara giggled as turned to Megan and forced her flat back on the bed, her hand going beneath the delicate cup making contact with the boob directly as their tongues twirled, their bodies twisting so they were facing each other, allowing Megan to move her fingers more freely inside Lara’s damp snatch, the auburn beauty moaning into Megan’s mouth as the kisses increased with intensity as Lara removed her hand from the purple push-up and jammed it into Megan’s panties.
“HRMPH! HURRR!” Megan groaned, her own muffled sounds of delight mirroring and bouncing off Lara’s own as the two women’s fingers teased the slippery pussies of the person lying next to them, their hips grinding against each others fingers, legs occasionally trembling as they’d hit a sweet spot, each of them caught up in feeling and giving pleasure, as their fingers probed the other’s most intimate area, Megan having two fingers squelching in and out of Lara’s moist box as Lara pressed and prodded at Megan’s nub, seeking out just the right combination of movements to set the brunette off.
“Aw, to Hell with this,” Bryn muttered as he started to unfasten his pants and remove the rest of his clothing, with Mitchell taking the hint and getting himself as naked as possible as quickly as possible, the two men now freely grabbing their cocks in response to the stimulus in front of them as Lara and Megan began to increase their efforts, their fingers moving with more purpose as they ground their hips faster and moaned much louder, before Lara could take it no more.
“Oh, fuck this!” Lara exclaimed as she moved to her bedside drawer and removed two small toys, one a fun-she zed white vibrator and the other a purple bullet. Lara dived on the bed and handed the white, fun-sized appliance to Megan whilst she kept the bullet for herself. Spinning around so they were at opposite ends Lara reached across and yanked her own underwear that Megan was modelling down her legs and pulled her hips closer to her, switching on the small, buzzy bullet and pressed it gently against Megan’s bean.
“HOOO, oh!” Megan cried in delight and surprise, scuttling forward between Lara’s thighs and using the white slim toy against her love button, reaching around with her spare hand and re-inserting two fingers into her slippery twat whilst she could feel the exciting ripples through her own fingers and down below.
“HO GOD!” Lara breathed as she felt the toy press against her as Megan’s fingers sloshed in her cunt as her digits re-acquainted themselves with her pussy. Megan licked her lips as she moved ever closer to Lara’s snatch, watching the fleshy folds slurp around her slippery digits as the delicious goo covering them. Megan knew how she tasted from her own experience but this was tasting another woman, this would be something totally new. Megan moved her head between Lara’s thighs, moving her face ever nearer to her quim, till it was within tasting distance and stuck out her tongue and drew it down Lara’s pussy.
“Have you guys ever done anything like this before?” Mitchell asked as his hand moved up and down his length as he watched the spectacle unfold before him. The two men could do nothing but hold their own and try to remember to breathe as the two women on the bed pleasured each other, their entire focus on no-one else but themselves. Lara’s lolled on her shoulders as her eyes rolled into the back of her head from the pleasure of the toy and the fingers and the tongue of Megan. For a moment all she could do was relish the pleasures Megan was inflicting on her with her lappy tongue, probing digits and buzzing friend, before she felt guilty of taking much and giving little. Lara opened her eyes and moved her mouth to Megan’s waiting slit.
“Oh, you didn’t…”Megan sighed as she was temporarily distracted by Lara’s tongue exploring her entrance, sliding between her pussy lips, seeking out her taste and juices from her fleshy crevice as the purple bullet throbbed constantly against her clit, her thighs quivering in response, her own attention stalled with only the pressure of the toy and her fingers in-and-outting Lara’s moist cleft possible as the slow build-up within finally exploded within Megan.
“No, no, no…oh God, YES!” Megan cried, as she jammed her legs shut around Lara’s head as her orgasm ran through her lower body with the force of a bill through ten sheets of glasses, bringing explosion after explosion, waves of joy throughout her body till she eventually lay back, splayed out over the body. “That was incredible,” Megan breathed, complimenting Lara for her efforts.
“Thanks. I’ve never done that before,” Lara confessed as she led away from Megan, revelling in her handiwork as she ran her fingers up and down her gash as she still hadn’t been released, however Bryn simply couldn’t take it any more as his aching rod needed a hot, wet point to call home. He reached across the bed to his wife’s ankles and spun her around on the duvet so her pussy was in the prime spot for him.
“AAAAAGH!” Lara screamed, in equal parts surprise and delight as Bryn mounted the bed, cock in hand and positioned it between her legs, Bryn’s young wife wriggling in anticipation as she felt the heat from the tip nestle twixt the middle of her thighs as she moved to try and sneak more in before he entered her.
“Hungry?” Bryn asked, his face now inches away from Lara.
“Finish me?” Lara pleaded, wrapping her legs around her husband’s waist. Bryn grinned as he slid his length inside Lara’s snatch, her love-tunnel wrapping its way around him as he filled her and just held himself there, savouring the delicious feel of her hot insides holding him in place before he began to pump himself in and out of his horny wife, Lara sighing with every thrust.
“You just gonna stand there and watch?” Megan asked, interrupting Mitchell’s train of thought as pulled on his pole whilst watching Bryn and Lara fuck. Megan summoned him with her finger as she lay on the bed, biting her lip as she beckoned him. Mitchell climbed on the bed and onto his pretend girlfriend who was becoming more real by the day.
“Is this crazy? We weren’t meant to be a couple,” Mitchell whispered in her ear as he slipped his cock inside her, the two of them exhaling in delight as their bits met in union.
“Do you hear me complaining?” Megan responded with a playful nibble of Mitchell’s ear as he slowly moved his hips back and forward, the two of them leisurely fucking as Bryn and Lara frantically screwed next to them, shaking the bed as Bryn powered into his wife as she moaned at every thrust, already so close to orgasm from Megan’s oral flicks.
“HOO, HOO, OH, HMNGH!” Lara cried, muffled as she bit her bottom lip and stiffened under Bryn, her climax ripping through her all the way to her curled toes wrapped round her hubby. “Oh, that hit the spot,” Lara chuckled as she held on to Bryn, keeping him in position on top of her.
“That looked like fun,” Megan giggled as she looked over at the half-spent pair.
“Mmmm, it was. He’s quite some fuck this one,” Lara replied as she stroked Bryn’s face the two of them sharing a kiss as Bryn gently moved inside Lara still, having not cum yet himself.
“Yeah, this one’s not too bad either,” Megan confessed as she gazed up at Mitchell, feeling somewhat loved-up as her naked, scam co-conspirator smoothly ploughed into her.
“Mmmm, wouldn’t mind finding that out for myself,” Lara suggested as she looked over to Megan. Megan flicked her eyes back to Lara, before looking up at Bryn and Mitchell, gauging the mood of all three of them and seeing if they were all feeling similarly frisky. The two of them had previously been given the task of seducing Lara and Bryn by their sex-mad relationship therapist but they never expected to crack it upon the first try. Megan squirmed with delight with Mitchell’s cock buried inside her as she considered having Bryn’s meat pounding her pussy, having just witnessed Lara enjoying it so much.
“Don’t mind if we do. Right you,” Megan proclaimed as she moved her hips and flipped over hers and Mitchell’s position so he was beneath her, allowing Megan to ease off Mitchell’s upstanding prick. Lara guffawed at Megan’s gymnastic efforts and with a grunt matched Megan’s move, flicking Bryn over so he was on his back, then letting him slip out of her as she moved off him, the two women sharing a laugh as they spied at the two naked men staring expectantly up at them.
“Aw, they look like a couple of naughty little boys don’t they?” Lara chortled as the two women stood teasingly at the end of the bed.
“Get here!” Bryn bellowed as he hoisted himself up off the bed, grabbed Megan by the waist and fell back on the bed, causing her to scream out loud in delight, after which the two of them began to smooch passionately.
“Does he do that a lot?” Mitchell asked, as Lara crawled up the bed towards him before lowering her lingerie covered body on top of the naked Mitchell.
“It’s his signature move,” Lara replied as she reached down and grabbed Mitchell’s cock, easing the foreskin back and forth a few times to acclimatise herself to the feel of it before moved herself on top of his knob and allowed herself to sink down the shaft to the base. “Oh fucking He’ll,” Lara groaned.
“You’re not kidding,” Mitchell agreed as Lara commenced moving against him, grinding herself on his hip bone as she moved. Mitchell reached up and massaged Lara’s undulating breasts as she moved, enjoying the feeling of the delicate material and fiery skin in his hands. It was only when he detected more aggressive noise next to him that he remembered there were other people in the room.
“Urgh, eurgh, hmmm! Oh God, oh whoa, oh yeah!” Megan exclaimed as Bryn slammed his hips up to meet hers, his movements hurried as he drove himself inside her, the noise of slapping flesh filling the room as Megan closed her eyes and ground her teeth in pleasure. “FU-UU-CK-IN’ E-LL!” she managed to shudder out.
“That’s wild,” said Mitchell as he watched Megan's body ripple as Bryn pounded into his fake girlfriend as Lara glided easily down his moistened cock with his hands on her hips.
"To be honest," Lara began as she looked down at Mitchell with a grin. "...it's quite nice to be a little less frantic".
"Your pussy feels wonderful," Mitchell admitted as Lara lovingly moved up and down his length, giving Mitchell time to run his hands over her skin so he could really savour the feel of her skin, of her body as it ground against his, the animalistic grunts and groans next to them just adding to Mitchel and Lara's more paced intimate screw, the two of them just wanting to enjoy the feel of their genitals as Megan and Bryn roared their way to climax.
“OH, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEE!” Megan roared as she remained motionless on top of Bryn, her eyes going wide as he let out a huge grunt of satisfaction as he held the brown haired beauty in place, his fiery burst splattering Megan’s insides, warming her up even more as she quivered out her orgasm on top of him, collapsing on her bald, tanned lover, her hair comically falling forward and covering Bryan’s head, giving him the impression of having hair. Lara giggled as she rode Mitchell’s cock, feeling his thicker tool fill her insides differently to Bryn’s skinnier, longer meat.
“God…this is…so wrong,” Lara breathed as she ground herself against Mitchell.
“But so right, too,” Mitchell replied back as he rubbed himself against the young women at each thrust, the red-headed temptress starting to tense as she felt her body go as Mitchell thrust up to meet her beneath him.
“That’s…URGH…oh yeah…keep…HMMM!”
Lara stated before burying her face in Mitchell’s shoulder. Mitchell gripped her ass-cheeks furiously as he spurred his juice inside her, his hotness shooting inside her as he pondered how incredible this night had been and he owes all of this to trying to scam a celebrity scumbag.
For a minute Mitchell wondered what he’d done right in life, before looking over and seeing Megan lying on top of Bryn, kissing him, and then he remembered.
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“I see,” Doctor Grant Grantham PhD responded after listening to the tale of seduction for twenty minutes with a hard-on he could do nothing about. “I take it you got the necessary proof that you did indeed seduce them?” Doctor Grant pressed further.
“No, sadly not,” Megan admitted with a rueful expression.
“WELL THAT…well that’s unfortunate as I can’t include that as a pass on my assignments,” Grant advised, recovering somewhat after his outburst.
“Not with that meeting anyway,” Mitchell added, not picking up on Doctor Grant’s anger.
“Ah, right…then…that’s great then. Forward that to me and I will document that as another task completed,” Doctor Grant advised, picking up a pad from his desk and pretending to write things down as he used the pad underneath to rub against his raging rod-on. “So how successful do you think your communication was upon this first seduction?”
Mitchell and Megan exchanged a look and a puzzled expression as they both tried to gauge what the other was thinking before Mitchell spoke up.
“Pretty good…I think,” Mitchell suggested, for Megan to nod back in agreement.
“No,” Doctor Grant countered, a stern paternal stare accompanying his harsh words.
“No?” Megan queried, incredulously, after revealing her amazing story about the seduction of Lara and Bryn. She felt sure that they’d aced the test, only to be told that everything they thought was wrong.
“No, and I’ll tell you why?” Doctor Grant countered, crossing his legs to try and alleviate his considerable bulge. “You had no real plan, no real discussion, no gestures or consideration or co-operation to seduce Lara and Bryn. You just went to their house and Lara and Megan did the heavy lifting while you just went along with it”.
The fake couple sat in silence as they both tried words wormed their way through the air and slapped them across the face like a wet fish.
“He’s got a point,” Megan commented. Mitchell turned her way and opened his mouth to speak but found himself out of anything to say.
“This lack of communication success may well have been part of the problems we’ve had over the last two sessions which have been…challenging?” Doctor Grant continued with his assessment. Whilst he was right about the tension to some degree the source was off. Megan felt increasingly tense that the con was losing focus and they needed to be more aggressive to make sure they were in line for their payout for the therapy failing.
Mitchell however was having such a good time with Megan that his own focus, delivery and desire to complete the con had somewhat faded. He was having such a good time that he almost wanted to ditch the scheme and just spend time with Megan, however, that was because he could afford to lose the money he put into the scam….Megan could not.
“Okay. I have a new task for you. It is a significant challenge but I think it’s one you’ll be very capable of…if you can successfully communicate,” Doctor Grant Grantham PhD informed the pretend twosome. Doctor Grant sat forward and rummaged through his desk a moment before he found what he was looking for, grabbed the two pieces of paper and handed them to Mitchell who merely stared at the two things, puzzled.
“Club Venture?” Mitchell questioned as he looked at the two small bits of paper.
“They’re two tickets to the sensory deprivation experience at the club,” Doctor Grant explained with crossed arms to try and seem professional as he now felt like he was about to burst out of his pants. “Without any visual stimulus the only way to get through the experience is through enhanced communication. If this doesn’t help to blossom your relationship nothing will”.
The two of them studied each other for a moment. They kept getting more sucked into Doctor Grant’s perverted games and it was getting out of control. This seemed like a point where they could legitimately get off, escape and try to salvage something, but both of them knew that wasn’t about to happen. They nodded meekly as Mitchell pocketed the tickets.
“Now, as it’s a sensory deprivation room then an audio only recording of this task will be fine,” the Doctor advised, reassuringly as he pretended to write notes on their session before placing his pen on the table authoritatively. “Any further questions?”
Both Megan and Mitchell shook their heads resignedly as they contemplated their next challenge.
“So, if you just head outside and make a new appointment with Jenny I will see you two next week,” Dr Grant Grantham PhD informed them, cheerily.
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“Have they gone?” Dr Grant asked Jenny after hearing the outside door close.
“Yeah. They didn’t seem too confident leaving tonight,” Jenny replied. She had elected to keep details of her with the couple from Doctor Grant. Keeping their affair from his wife was already takin enough, she didn’t want to pollute that with further secrets.
“I’ve, heh heh, I’ve sent them to club venture for some fun,” Doctor Grant giggled to himself. Jenny stared at the Doctor in disbelief.
“That’s a place for hardcore swingers, not newbies trying to work out the kinks in their relationship,” Jenny advised, fear in her voice as she considered the strain this would be placing her newfound friends’ relationship under.
“Meh,” Doctor Grant offered as a swift rebuttal to his receptionist’s concerned. He’d never liked or trusted either Megan or Mitchell and even though his sweep through their social media has not found anything untoward, he’d never managed to trust them. Besides, Grant knew he was in such a position of strength there was nothing anyone could do to stop him. Jenny watched the Doctor with resentful eyes as he retired to his office to masturbate furiously over the secret recordings provided by his patients of their sexual antics.
Their affair had began eight months earlier after a disastrous break-up when she was just after sex without strings, but now it was becoming increasingly obvious she was drawn into a web of deceit that was even more binding than her previous situation.
She considered ringing Megan and Mitchell to warm them.
She considered ditching Doctor Grant Grantham PhD.
She considered letting his wife know what a piece of shit he was.
Instead she merely took a sip of her coffee and continued with her work.
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Mitchell and Megan walked up to address with their hearts-a-fluttering, stopping outside to look up at the sign which was just an elaborate sparkly mask on an ebony background with flowery writing that spelt out the club name.
Club venture
“What are you thinking?” Megan asked. She was wearing a black jacket over a see-through dark blouse, black bra and panties with leather pants. Mitchell had opted for something equally daring with a black suit, an old fashion cloth frontage that looked like a shirt but just pulled away and no underwear.
“I’m thinking…I have no idea what we’re letting ourselves in for. But we’ve done okay so far,” Mitchell suggested, trying to boost Megan’s mood. The two of them had enjoyed their experiences so far but they’d always felt in control, like they were never really badly outnumbered or out of control, here there would be tens, if not well over a hundred people, all horny, all around them. Mitchell grasped Megan’s hand and nodded. “Communication,” he stated.
“And the ten grand we’re scamming him for?” Megan countered, causing Mitchell to nod and give a thumbs-up back to her before they made their way inside, nervously handing the tickets over to the receptionist who was dressed in a figure hugging white blouse and black skirt, giving the club a professional vibe. The two of them acquired wrist bands and had them attached to allow them access to the secured room.
“I have to warn you…” the receptionist began, leaning forward as of revealing secrets, causing Megan and Mitchell to do the same. “Whilst this is an adult club, we ask people not to engage in sexual activity in the bar area”.
“Can you get thrown out for that?” Megan asked, wide-eyed.
“Well, you CAN, but I’ve never seen it,” the receptionist confessed, before sliding back onto her seat and granting the two newbies access.
As soon as Megan and Mitchell entered the main bar area they found themselves entranced. This was no seedy venue with stained furniture and a sticky floor but a high-class joint that must have been a bank in a previous life. From the high, decorative ceilings, two topless women in tutus rocked gently back in forth, much to the amusement of a number of bar patrons who watched the two lithe performers swing softly on their perches. On either wall two bars were stationed with a runway going down the middle of them.
“Look over there,” Megan whispered to Mitchell. He gazed over to a seat where a man was sat between two women, his hands beneath their dresses and in their underwear moving rhythmically as one of them played with his engorged member, all three of them oblivious to the noise around them as they manually pleasured each other, all three looking like they’d stepped out of a Tamara De Lempicka painting, the guy with pinstripe pants and the two women with short straight hair, noticeably big eyes and accentuated figures that were almost bursting from their clothes with their dress straps down and their bras exposed. Megan and Mitchell knew it would only be a matter of time before their milky orbs would be out for all to see.
“You want to get a drink?” Mitchell asked, partly hoping the answer was ‘no’ so he could stay and watch a little longer.
“Sure,” Megan replied, wanting to move away from the open sex as she was worried her obvious arousal would show through her top.
“What can I get you?” a bottomless barman asked Megan and Mitchell, the two of them looking down to see his oversized asset on full display. “…To drink?” the barkeep clarified.
“I wouldn’t mind wetting my whistle with that!” Megan replied with a flirty giggle, before a somewhat stern look for Mitchell caused her to be more serious. “Just a rose, please?” Megan asked to the guy’s flaccid but lengthy friend.
“Hey! My eyes are up here,” the young chiselled guy responded before pouring Megan a drink. “For you?
“Oh nothing for me. I’ve heard drinks here cost a fortune,” Mitchell remarked before fishing out his card.
“It costs what it costs, man,” the barman quipped before charging Megan’s drink to Mitchell’s card. The two of them leant against the runway and observed the club, taking in the visual pre-orgy vibes going on in the bar area.
On the dance area four people rocked together on the floor, two women pressing against each other kissing as they were sandwiched between two men behind them, writhing against them, trying to lodge their firm members between the cracks of their backsides as they ran their hands over the clothes boobs, eager to get their hands on the flesh beneath, the women eyeing each other up and giggling as they lazily smooched as they moved to the rhythm of the music.
“Hey,” a female voice came from behind Megan and Mitchell, causing the two of them to face the stage. Behind them a woman was crouched down, legs apart wearing the same tutu as the trapeze girls but she had a chain dangling from her pieced nipples, with a further chain going down to her pierced clit.
“Oh my word!” Megan cried in surprise on spying the chain and the piercings. The woman flicked back her long, straight blond hair that was slick-wet and running down her back, placed a finger beneath Megan’s chin and moved to kiss her, her face leisurely but deliberately moving towards Megan’s her lips wet and parted in anticipation, Megan doing the same as she waited for the performers lips to meet her own.
“HEY!”
All three of them turned to see another woman on the stage wearing a black basque and thigh length boots, her boobs and shaven pussy exposed between her parted thighs, a chain being held in her hands.
“Did I give you permission to speak to someone else?” the dominant woman asked.
“No, mistress,” the girl in the tutu replied, a finger pressed playfully against her lips.
“Cum ‘ere!” the dominatrix glowered as she tugged on the chain between clit and tits and attached it to the one she was holding, giving it a minor tug to pull a little on everything.
“HEEE!” the young woman cried in both pain and some kind of submissive pleasure, before standing up, hands behind her back. The mistress pressed herself against her slave and grabbed her by the back of the head, forcing her mouth against hers, the sub seeming to melt in pleasure at the aggressive treatment, before the Dom pulled her lips away and stared back at Megan and Mitchell.
“Normies!” she said in disgust, before she and her slave stomped away down the catwalk out of sight.
“This place is incredible!” Megan stated, her eyes wide with a combination of giddiness and lust.
“I mean…yeah,” Mitchell responded, still stunned at what was happening around them. “Ooh! The room! We’d better find it!” he remarked as he suddenly remembered why they were there. They looked about the room and could see two corridors leading to the private rooms. “This way!”
“How do you know it’s not the other corridor?” Megan asked, puzzled.
“I don’t. But even if it’s not this one we’ll have ruled a room out,” Mitchell advised, causing Megan to nod in agreement as they headed into the back. The corridor was around thirty metres long with doors on either side. Many of them had windows, some did not. They took a look in the first window and looked through at an underwater scene as three couples were in the water fucking. The two of them could hear the sloshing of the water and the moans and grunts distorting through the liquid as though hearing it on mangled audio-tape. They stood there for a moment watching the dicks disappear into waiting pussies, the ass cheeks wobbling in an exaggerated manner due to their surroundings.
“Want to go in?” Mitchell asked.
“Tempting, but we’d best find our own room,” Megan informed him. They went to the next room and could see it was a game of strip poker but with a croupier in a blouse and waistcoat but nothing below the waist. The people at the table, two women and four men were in various stages of undress as another hand was played. M and M witnessed the play and one of the women lose, who removed her final piece of underwear before jumping up and down naked, getting cheered on by the men.
“Do you want to go in there?” Megan enquired.
“No I…do you see that?” Mitchell fired back, thumbing to the end of the corridor. Megan scanned down the passage and could see a bouncer at the end room which had no window to see in. They nodded at each other and headed down, greeting the bouncer with a wave.
“Sensory deprivation room?” Megan winced whilst holding up her pass.
“Welcome abound,” the bouncer said, holding the door open. “Just undress before you go in, use the lockers and…er…have fun,” the Bouncer stated. Megan and Mitchell shared a look before stepping forward, stepping inside and then hearing the door close, sinisterly, behind them.
END OF PART 3
And that’s that for another chapter, leaving our plucky fuckers in a dark room with nothing but their remaining senses to guide them.
Will they be able to communicate?
Will they get through the sensory deprivation room?
How much further will things escalate?
To find out all the answers tune in next time.
