Chapter Three: A BABY'S ON THE "WEI."
In Chapter Two, our twentysomething-thirtysomething trio shares lust, common passions, and a few tears. Daniela, a slim Sicilian nurse with an ass the likes of Shakira, gives her anal cherry to Alex, a Scottish-Mohawk paramedic. It happens with a little help and observation by his girlfriend Alicia, a voluptuous Latina-Indian and fellow nurse in the same ER as Daniela. It is revealed that Alicia and Daniela have been more than friends. Alex's rough but controlled role play with Daniela brings out not only the freaky side of her, but her love for both Alex and Alicia. Rather than damage the three's friendship, it makes it stronger and crosses the line into romance.
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After I took Daniela's anal virginity, she and I interacted more intimately when we would encounter each other at work. Alicia, Daniela and I tried to arrange our shifts to match. Our schedules didn't sync up all the time. Occasionally, one would be working while the other two were off. Some nights I spent with Daniela at her place. Others she would crash with Alicia & my place when I had to work. I'll tell you, there's nothing more enticing than coming home after work and finding two incredibly hot, curvy women in your bed. Or joining you in the shower. It didn't happen that often, but when we found ourselves at someone's home together, we would certainly take advantage of three-way opportunities to lick, suck, feel, finger, and fuck each other.
While Alicia and I didn't make overt public displays of affection, we didn't hide our feelings either. It was well known by now that she and I were an item. With Daniela, outward appearances suggested we had become closer friends. Our gestures towards each other were more subtle. A glance here, twinkle in our eye there. Something mentioned quietly, under our breaths. She was particularly adept at this. On more than one occasion, she'd utter a whisper designed to frustrate and arouse me. Something to the effect of "I'm dripping right now, thinking of how you tied me up the other night," or "my ass feels so empty without your cock inside it," or "Alicia forced me to eat her Latina pussy on our break."
At times our fingers would brush while both attending to a patient. These contacts appeared accidental or merely impossible to avoid. Inside, however, we knew them to be quite intentional and electrifying. When our bodies would brush against each other when passing through a narrow space, such as between two stretchers, she would turn her back to me to allow me to pass, and usually bend over a bit. This would cause her gorgeous ass to stick out just slightly, not even noticeably to the naked eye, but just enough so my thighs would be forced to slide against it. Which always resulted in me fighting to contain an erection.
These moments were not lost on Alicia either. She knew exactly what was happening, and she told me it brought out an inward smile (if not an outward one). Her affections towards Daniela had all the appearances of two best friends. Woman can be physically affectionate in ways that two men could not get away with. They certainly took advantage of that, and I would notice or hear frustrated tales from one or the other about tweaked nipples, asses grabbed, and thighs stroked. On more than one occasion, they would sneak into the nurses lounge, attacking each other with passionate embraces, tongues probing mouths, hands cupping and squeezing breasts.
One day, Daniela had worked me up to the point where I could not take it anymore. I stood next to her at the medical supply closet, both of us selecting bags of saline and oxygen masks to restock our areas (hers the trauma code room, mine my drug supply box.
In a firm but low voice, I said, "Fast Track, pet. NOW." With that, I turned and walked out of the ER.
This caused her to literally pause and I heard a sharp but quiet uptake of air. She knew what it meant. Daniela's submissive streak had not been lost on Alicia and I. The relationship between the three of us evolved into a loving bond, Daniela frequently and organically assuming a subservient role sexually, Alicia and I lovingly serving as her Master and Mistress in the bedroom. Or kitchen. Or bathroom. Car. Movie theatre. Basically, wherever the moment struck us. Calling her pet meant at least for the moment, I was her Master and she was to do my bidding.
Daniela took the items in her hand and walked out of the main emergency room, down the hall, and through a set of double doors into the Fast Track treatment area. This separate suite of rooms is where simple conditions (cuts, sprains, broken wrists, minor burns, etc.) are treated. Luckily for us, I knew that the area was closed between 11pm and 8am, with all patients being routed to the main ER.
The suite was dark, dimly illuminated by a narrow shaft of light through the thin windows in the doors to the main hallway. Much like our first night together, I was waiting in the shadows for her. She passed me and I reached out and grabbed her, one hand around her waist the other covering her mouth. A muffled cry escaped her, dropping her supplies as I whirled and spun us around into one of the treatment rooms, letting the door close behind us. I pinned her against the door, much as I did our first night. Sliding my hand down from her mouth onto her neck, gently but firmly wrapped around it, I growled in her ear from behind her.
"Does this feel familiar, slut?"
"Y-y-yes. Unnnggghh!"
She groaned uncontrollably as I ground my thighs against her luscious ass, my erection obviously felt in the valley between her rounded cheeks.
"WHAT did you say?" I sternly asked.
"Y-y-yes, Sir."
"This is what you get for all of that teasing. You are a horny girl, aren't you?"
"Yes Sir, I am." Her breathing deepened and quickened
"This is turning you on, isn't it?"
"You have no idea.... SIR! Aieeeee!"
She yelped the last line, as my hand had slid up and firmly grasped her small breast, pinching her nipple hard through her bra. A painful reminder to address me properly.
"I'm sure you are. In fact, let's confirm that."
My hand left her throat as she panted and I roughly shoved it down the front of her scrubs. I felt her shaved lips and my middle finger easily slid through the folds of her labia slick with moisture. As it dragged across her clit, a gasp escaped her and she shuddered in my arms. The gasp turned to a moan as my hand cupped her pussy, two fingers sliding easily into her hot, moist tunnel.
"How naughty of you to become aroused and wet at work. That's not very professional, is it?"
"N-n-no, Sir. Please...please don't do thaaaaaat."
"Do what?" I asked feigning innocence.
"Th-that, Sir. Rubbing... oh god... my... my pussy, sir."
"And why should I honor your request?"
She groaned, "Be... be... because my scrubs will get wet... and everyone will knoooowwww...."
"Will know what?"
"That... that I'm aroused.... Nnnnggghh! SIR!"
Another twist of her nipple ring to remind her of her place. We had her nipples pierced. Partly because we knew she'd like it, keeping her aroused much of the time as they rubbed against whatever fabric was covering them. And partly because it reminded her of the nature of her sexual relationship to us. Plus, it gave us opportunities to play with her in different ways.
"You're aroused because you're a slut, aren't you?"
"Yes Sir," she panted.
"What kind of slut are you?"
