"Marri, your client is here." It was Beverly on the intercom, and I flipped it the bird on my way by. I knew she'd be downstairs with whatever guy she'd picked for me, and given her mood, I fully expected someone like Al or Peter or both. The outfit, though, was relatively tame other than the matching pale blue thong and front-clasp, see-through bra underneath.
I went down to the foyer, the dress actually comfortable around me. It had thin straps over my shoulders and came down just above my knees. It was soft, pale blue and brought out the color of my eyes nicely. It was the kind of dress I would have bought for myself, so I had a little hope for the night to come.
To my total surprise, Beverly was standing there next to a good-looking blond man and a petite, blond girl wearing a dress nearly identical to mine in pale pink. The man smiled when he saw me, but the woman never even looked up. Beverly wore a satisfied expression, but I ignored her.
"Marri, this is Paul, your client for the evening, and his girlfriend Becky."
"Hello," I said.
"Hello," Paul answered, but the girl, Becky, remained silent.
Beverly said goodbye and left. I led Paul and Becky upstairs to my room and stood there while he flopped into the chair, waiting to hear what I'd be doing.
"Take off your dress," he told Becky. She pulled it over her head silently and stood there in her pink bra and thong, obviously embarrassed.
"Get over here, slut," he said to me. He pulled off his shirt and undid his belt. I stood next to him while he opened his pants.
"Give me a blow-job"
I dropped to my knees and took his cock out of his boxers. It was hard and thick, and I ran my hand over it. Becky's face was crimson and Paul was smiling broadly. I had the distinct feeling this was Becky's first threesome, and probably her first time with a woman, too.
I ran my tongue down the shaft and kissed the tip of the head. I slowly slid my mouth over his prick, taking it in as far as I could without gagging and started sucking.
His fingers wrapped into my hair and held my head in place while he slid his cock into my waiting mouth at his own pace. I swirled my tongue around it, the salty taste of his skin and precum filling my mouth.
"Yeah, slut, suck it. Suck my cock all the way down." I sucked hard, my head bobbing up and down his pole. His grip suddenly tightened on my hair and he pushed my head down, grazing his balls with my lips and cutting off my air.
Impulsively, I started to struggle, and he groaned, holding my head in place as he fucked it. Just as I was starting to panic for real, he pulled my head back, a deep moan escaping him. He came then, jets of it hitting my tongue and mouth.
"Swallow it, slut," he demanded. I did my best, but some of it dribbled onto my face. He stood and I wiped off what was left. He didn't seem to notice and crossed the room, grabbing Becky's wrist.
"Kiss her," he demanded. "Kiss that slut and taste my cum in her mouth."
Becky looked nervous, but he pulled her to me and she leaned in slowly. Her lips pressed against mine tentatively and I gently parted them with my tongue. I slid it into her mouth, licking over the surfaces of her teeth, putting as much of Paul's taste into her as I could.
She broke the kiss and Paul smiled. "Was that so bad?"
She didn't answer, but he didn't seem to care. Instead, he turned back to me. "Take off your dress, slut, and lay down."
Within seconds, I was down to my bra and thong on the bed. He kissed Becky hungrily, sucking at her mouth and tweaking her nipples. He unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor, followed quickly by her panties.
I watched as he sucked on her tits, one after the other, and dropped to his knees to kiss her cunt. She shivered from his touch and my mouth was practically watering. My panties were getting damp, and I was dying to touch myself, to squeeze my clit between my fingers.
After a few moments, he stood and turned Becky to face me. "Go on."
