When Trish and I had gotten home from the bank that afternoon after getting a loan by the only way possible--both of us sucking the cock of and then taking turns fucking the loan officer as our "collateral"--we were still delighted from our quest in getting that money and were looking for a way to celebrate our victory of sorts.
Though Trish had obviously been a pro at it ("How do you think I got that old grunt at my job to hire me?" she asked slyly one day), it had really been the first time I had used sex to get anything, outside of getting paid in my past performances as an adult entertainer/escort. I had thought I had a slutty side myself, but it turned out Trish had it down to a science.
Despite being good friends and having a brief encounter ourselves during the time we had been working over the loan officer sexually at the bank, before this particular evening, Trish and I had never slept together. Nor before that evening, would I know that she was sexually attracted to--and had several sexual encounters with--both men AND women!
The evening had begun when Trish broke out the best wine we had saved for an occasion like this; by the time we had gone through several glasses, we had been giggling about the wild time with the loan officer and how we were looking forward to working him over again. "We probably gave him the fuck of a lifetime that his wife probably doesn't at home!" she squealed.
"Well, he sure pounded that cock of his in each of us like he hadn't been laid for awhile," I answered. "And he certainly didn't mind when you first got under that desk to suck it!"
"Probably hadn't!" Trish laughed.
From there, the conversation had turned to sex in general and how many partners we had had. Which were the best? What were the biggest and smallest dicks we had taken? Which guy had taken the shortest time to cum? The longest? Did big cocks always mean better sex? What were the most orgasms each of us had during a sex act?
The sex talk was getting me quite horny; I couldn't wait to get into bed and get myself off. However, that wasn't to be the case, as Trish somehow sensed me getting turned on. It turned out, she was pretty horny herself…and gotten an idea.
"You know…what we did at the bank while you rode his cock and I sat on his face at the same time…you know, when you were rubbing my tits, we were kissing and I was working your clit….and you told me about those two girls at the pool party, especially the one that ate you out?"
"Yeah?" I asked.
"That got me sooo fucking hot…and I can't get it out of my mind!"
"Trish….you know I usually don't get into that---"
"Yeah, I know, but since we done it at the bank today, I wanted more of you so fucking bad!"
"What? Trish..that was just a threesome thing--"
"I want to go to bed with you, London. Just once. If you don't like it, we don't have to do it anymore. You don't even have to do me. But I want to do you..make you cum over and over…make you feel really good."
With that, she stood up and stripped off her clothes, revealing that wonderful nakedness she had at the bank, then bent down and gave me a deep kiss, her tongue swirling around mine and shoving deeper into my mouth. Before I knew it, both our tongues were entwined around each other and I felt a warmth of my own all over my body and my nipples growing hard.
"Mmmmm, " she moaned softly. "Your tits are getting so hard. Take off your clothes, baby."
I slowly pulled off my clothes, my nakedness vulnerable to Trish to do what she wanted. She then took one of my tits into her mouth, sucking slowly and working on the nipple, gently biting it and kissing my breast, then worked her way over to the other, doing the same.
I couldn't believe that this was getting my pussy wet; I never thought a woman could make me so aroused. As Trish continued orally working on my tits, she slid her hand between my legs, working on my clit. I never felt such pleasure and it was all I could do to keep from cumming right then.
She then stopped, got up and took my hand. "Let's go into your bedroom."