[Chapter 7] -- Menage a Trois
A month has passed since Tabitha received her clit piercing and she is now nearly healed. She has been sucking black cocks every day since then from her glory holes in the wall of her room. Over the past month, she has gone nearly hysterical that she could not even touch her pussy. This took all discipline to resist touching it.
She was informed today that her piercing had completely healed. Having been allowed to take off her cotton panties today, she wasted no time and started masturbating on her bed. She immediately began to orgasm as she pressed harder and faster against her clit, moaning loudly in enjoyment. Since her last orgasm over a month ago, this one was as intense as she has ever experienced. The woman was now glowing and exploring the new jewelry that adorned her pussy.
A large monitor shows Tabitha masturbating on her bed as Shawn watches his new convert. Almost 15 months have passed since her training began. There are still a few months left for her training to be completed.
As Shawn looked over his notes, he remained of how many women he had converted during his career with the organization. Suddenly he realized he was on his 26
th
conversion. In addition to Tabitha, he has three other converts that will be completed. He was informed that there would be many more to come.
It is likely that once the women complete their training, that will be the last time he sees them, since they will be sent off to a private island owned by the organization. It is the sole purpose of the women to provide pleasure on the secluded island to the guests of the organization. Those are the only things Shawn is aware of.
There is no doubt that they will be able to take any drug-addicted whore off any city's streets. However, they need more than just the women, they also need their husbands. The organization has instructed Shawn to provide married couples for conversion and training. The wives will be trained first, and the husbands will follow. Since that is not Shawn's department, he does not know why they use the same training method for their husbands. He is only speculating, but it may be that they are being trained to become staff for the island resort. While looking at the clipboard detailing his converts' daily progress, he chuckles at the idea.
Despite the brutal cold and the snow on the ground, Bob is reminded that Christmas is just around the corner. The fact that he will be spending his second Christmas without his wife does not appear to be causing him too much stress. The QOS Organization has provided him with several prostitutes in the past couple of months. Flame, the first prostitute he encountered, provided him with a phone number to call if he desired some sexual entertainment. Upon calling the number, a woman answered, however, it was not Flame answering. She responded that someone would be over his place shortly.
When Bob heard a knock on his apartment door, it was not Flame, but rather another prostitute. When she gave him head and then fucked him, he lasted slightly longer than when he fucked Flame. Since then, he has fucked about three more whores and is ready to do it again.
Although it was Christmas eve, he was very lonely. both his family and Pam's family do not wish to have anything to do with him and have not invited him to attend any of their parties or comforts in their homes during the holiday season. After calling the number, someone will be sent out to his residence once more. Afterward, Bob changed out of the PJs he has worn all day, took a quick shower, and put on a gray long sleeve Henley shirt and blue jeans. He then awaited the arrival of his guest.
As soon as Bob heard the knock on his door that evening, he ran to open it. his eyes were drawn to an attractive blonde wearing a full-length dark fur coat as soon as he opened the door. In comparison to all the other streetwalkers who had come before her, she appeared to be more attractive and innocent than all of them. The first thing that stood out about her was that she was not wearing a lot of makeup, and she wasn't dressed in trashy street clothes like the others.
The blonde asked, "Can I come in?"
Taking a moment to answer, he was unaware that he was staring at her. "Ah...Sure, sure, come on in."
Upon entering the apartment, the blonde took a moment to look around before turning to Bob, "Can you take my coat?"
"Sure", Bob replied, and then approached the blonde, who turned away from him and permitted him to remove her coat, revealing her clothing underneath. She wore a tight-fitting long sleeve off-shoulder red t-shirt that emphasized her bust as well as black leather jeans and beige chunky cork heels. over her neck, she wore a gold chain and a pendant, and her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail with a black crunchy to show off her large thin gold hoop earrings. With very thin dark eyebrows and minimal makeup, she looked very attractive. Her long French manicured nails completed her appearance.
"My name is Chance", she said as she reached out her hand. "And you are Bob, I assume?"
He accepted her handshake but continued to stare at her and gave a delayed reply. He snapped out of it and replied, "Yes, Yes I am."
There is something about her that stands out from the other whores he has met, Bob thought. She gave off an impression of a girl-next-door to him, which attracted him to her.
Chance then approached Bob and began to rub his shoulder with one of her hands. "So, you want to go in your room, and show you how wild and crazy we can get?" there was a wicked grin on her face.
He gently took hold of her hand and led her into his bedroom. Then he sat down on his bed. Chance sat beside him.
"So, what kind of fun are you talking about?" Bob asked her.
Chance then started to rub his crotch through his jeans.
"You know what kind?"
While rubbing his crotch with one hand, she used the other to rub his chest.
It was then that Bob took advantage of the opportunity to start kissing her neck. There was a pleasant fragrance emanating from her, and Bob wondered what kind of perfume she was wearing. In the following moments, he began kissing Chance on the lips. During the time her lips were locked, she was moaning in delight and still rubbing his crotch causing him to become erect.
"Your cock is getting hard", she told him.
As Chance kissed him, she stuck her tongue in his mouth. Bob then reached for one of her tits and began rubbing it, noticing that she did not have a bra on. Chance then scooted closer to Bob and started to remove his shirt and threw it on the ground after getting it completely off. then she proceed to kiss his lips and rub his crotch once again.