Chapter 15: Anna Hires an Escort
After the two bitches left it was close to eleven O'clock. We had slept in late due to being up most of the night fucking those two sluts were both famished. We decided to go immediately and grab some lunch at a local café a couple blocks away that served fresh sourdough bread sandwiches. We didn't even shower.
We only had to wait a few minutes for a table and were seated at table by a cheery young waitress about 19-20 years old with tightly braided honey-blonde hair. She reminded me of that one waitress me Olivia too back her place a few months ago and fucked her silly. I was so wiped out from the night before, the thought of having sex with anyone was not appealing to me now.
We ordered two sourdough sandwiches right away and coffee, not even looking at the menu. The little bitch waitress smiled at us then left.
"Some night, huh?" David was the first one to make a comment about last night. Luckily no one was close to us so we could talk freely.
"Yeah, you really fucked the shit out of those two whores. I was impressed."
"Are you jealous?" he replied.
"Well, no...it was a group effort."
"That it was."
"My god, how many times did you come last night?" I asked.
"I have no idea, I lost count, but it was a lot. Maybe six or seven times."
"That's got to be a record. I don't think we've done it that many times. Even with Olivia."
"I don't know, I suppose the craziness of it kept me going."
"Can't believe the one let you fuck her in the ass."
"And you doing the other with the carrot, Geesh. They seemed to let us have our way with them", David replied while taking a sip from his coffee. "Plus, what the hell was up with you pissing on the one?" he continued.
I noticed that neither of us was calling them by their names, like they were playthings.
"I suppose I've developed a pissing fetish; I don't know. Just seemed like she deserved it. They were letting us do anything we wanted to them, so I wanted to see how far we could go."
David looked around to make sure that no one was within earshot, then continued, "Well, it seemed like the one, Emelie, had more brains than her friend, whatshername...Louise."
"Yeah, the stinky one."
"You noticed that too, huh?" he replied.
"Yeah, she was definitely more pungent."
"And a bit more intelligible."
"Definitely. But neither one of them were what you would call geniuses."
"True that."
"Do you think they knew what they were getting into when they came with back to our place?" I asked.
"Probably. Who knows what people think in those situations. In the back of their minds, they had to have known it was on the table. Going home with people after a night club is often part of the package"
"I suppose."
"But were they expecting the girl-girl stuff? I don't know, they probably thought the most that would happen was that I was going to fuck them both while you watched."
I wanted to ask him what he thought about the whole thing, if it turned him on, if he wanted to do more, but just then the waitress arrived with our sandwiches, and we shifted our focus to eating. Neither one of us said a word as we devoured our food.
It wasn't until we got home that I continued the conversation.
"I'm curious about something, you seem a lot more at ease about group sex compared to our first threesome with Olivia. You seemed kind of freaked out by it."
"And?"
"Well, I'm just curious if this is something you want to explore some more of?"
"Potentially. I mean it is kind of exciting. As long as you don't get jealous."
"Nope, for some reason, it never made me jealous seeing you fucking another woman. Turns me on, actually."
He smiled. "Yeah, same with me, although so far it has been other girls you've been with. Not sure how I'd react if you were with another guy. I mean, I'm not into guys, so it wouldn't be the same as it is when we do it with other women."
"Fair enough. Plus, I have no desire to bring another guy into the bedroom with us. Let's stick to girls."
"Sounds like a plan."
"Hey, speaking of which, I filmed those two cunts eating each other out, remember? Let's check it out," I said.
"Oh yeah, that's right. You didn't look at it yet?"
"Nope."
"Let's Airplay it up on the TV."
"Sure, why not," I replied.
I grabbed my phone while David turned on the TV. After fiddling with the Airplay function for a minute, we sat down on the sofa and the blurred image of the two girls flipped into a sixty-nine appeared on the screen. The picture bobbed and shook as I fumbled with the phone to get a good shot. The lighting was very dim and the picture fuzzy. But after a few minutes the focus and exposure adjusted and we could see with relative clarity the two girls eating each other out. Emelie was on top and the camera panned around towards her ass and zoomed in on Louise working her tongue over Emelie's pussy with her eyes clamped shut.
The camera then panned around and captured Emelie eating Louise. Emelie extended her tongue down and lapped Louise's asshole for a little bit.
"Looks like Miss Emelie is into eating ass," I remarked.
"Yeah, looks like it. Did she eat yours?"
"Not that I can remember."
"Damn, this is hot," David called out.
"Yeah...something different about seeing it on film."
Just then David pulled out his dick and started to jack off.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Come on, do it with me," he replied.
"You're fucking crazy," I said back to him, then unsnapped my jeans and pulled them down.
"How long is this?" he asked.
"About five minutes."
"Long enough to get off. Come on. "
I shoved my fingers into my cunt and started to finger-fuck myself. Watching the film did turn me on as it reminded me of last night.
David came first, blowing his wad all over his hands and stomach. Seeing him come trigged my own orgasm. I finished myself by rubbing my clit hard. The film ended sometime during our orgasms. We sat there on the couch for a few minutes catching our breath. I leaned over and licked up his come.
"Wow, that was different," I said after finishing eating his jizz.
"Yeah, those two little sluts were hot. I wonder if they realize we filmed them."
"And I wonder what they would think if they knew we just masturbated to them."
"We're sick, aren't we?" he replied.
"You're the one who said it, not me."
He grabbed my face and kissed me. Some of his come was still in my mouth.
"I wonder if we'll see them sometime again at the gym," I asked.
"Probably," David shrugged.
"Fucking little sluts," I replied.
"For sure," he responded then got up and wandered into the bathroom.
Monday morning I was at Landvetter airport to catch an early flight to Stockholm where I was to attend a two-day seminar on business acumen skills.
I grabbed a coffee and vanilla bun at the café then took a seat while I waited to board my flight. I sipped at my coffee and nibbled at my bun while watching the people go by with solemn boredom. I was getting so sick of travelling - the early morning flights, the packing, the waiting, the messing around in lines--it was all becoming so annoying.
I felt my cunt itch, so I shifted around in my chair to make it go away. I took some more sips of my coffee and pulled out my phone to have a peak at the video of those two sluts from Saturday night again. My cunt itched again so I crossed my legs hard to try and relieve it. I looked around discreetly to make sure no one was looking and played the film. I needed something to relieve my boredom.
The itch in my cunt returned but this time it was more intense. I acted like I was straightening out my blouse then quickly picked at my crotch. The itch went away. I continued watching the film. The memory of Saturday night was starting to fade and almost seemed like a dream. But taking a look at this video reminded me that it was real.
I felt my cunt acting up again, this time the itch wouldn't go away.
I gathered my things and scurried for the ladies room. Once inside I darted into a stall and immediately pulled down my pants. I dug my fingers into the itchy part of my snatch and attacked the itch. It felt incredible, like scratching poison ivy, almost orgasmic.
I brought my hands up to my nose and sniffed. My pussy had a stronger smell than usual.
Shit. was this some kind of infection of something?
My pussy was on fire again, and I scratched it hard, but the relief was only temporary. The more I dug into it, the more it itched.
Dammit, I needed to board soon.
I'll give it one last scratch then I've got to get out of here.
I dug my fingernails into the soft flesh of my labia, almost to the point where it hurt, then removed my hand. Hopefully that will take care of it for a while.
I washed my hand really good, then hurried to the gate and got on the plane.
Luckily it was a short flight, and my pussy was pretty much under control the whole time. The itching came back from time to time, and I was able to mitigate it by shifting around in my seat. But when we landed, I headed straight for the toilet and shoved my hand between my legs and dug into it again.
Sitting through the seminar was hell. The presentations were pretty interesting, and they helped to distract me from my itchy kitty, but I was always counting down the minutes to the breaks so I could disappear into the restrooms and take care of it.
When the day finally ended, I skipped the usual small talk and avoided being roped into going to dinner and headed for a pharmacy where I got a tube of cortisone cream. When I got back to my hotel room, I slathered a handful of the cream all over my cunt.
It felt fantastic. Too fantastic. The combination of the slippery cream on my clit and the hypnotic feeling of scratching of the itch was a huge turn on. I lay down on the bed and masturbated, bringing myself to an incredible orgasm.
Afterwards, I washed my hands, but the dank smell from my pussy still lingered on my fingers. I had a feeling something was going on down there. A yeast infection? I never had one, but I heard they were pretty common.
