Dinah Does the Decoration

I received a text from a woman by the name of Marguerite wishing to hire me for her husband's birthday, his 50th. When I asked how many in attendance she said, "Just my husband and me."

I always needed to know that in case I was being passed around like a candy dish. But, no, she assured me that it was the two of them to her knowledge. "The only wild card," she said, "would be if Bill's brother, Arthur, stopped by unannounced with birthday wishes but believe me I wouldn't invite him."

She was concerned about the pictures of me on the escort classified site being real. "I want the very best girl I can find. Cost is not a concern." I assured her they were the real deal and I wouldn't let her down. Though she dismissed the cost factor, when I laid out the $1500 an hour I noticed some surprise in her next text.

"Oh my, if the service is anywhere near the expense, Bill will be a happy boy."

I was to arrive at seven on Friday night, instructed to dress for convenience whatever that meant. She did mention that she had a few outfits she wanted to put me in. We compared sizes.

"Since I was never allowed to have a Barbie, please indulge my dressing you up."

"Certainly, I might even enjoy it."

"I'm sure that Bill will decide what to do with you after that. I'll be sitting nearby."

I had a killer red bra and pantie combination I decided on and kept the rest simple and accessible since we were playing dress up and it would be coming off anyway.

When I got there, Marguerite opened the door and welcomed me in. "Well, Dinah, you certainly don't disappoint. Makes me want to fuck you myself."

"I sent Bill on a booze errand to get him out of the house so I can arrange the reveal."

She took me into the bedroom and went about unbuttoning my top and unzipping my skirt. "Wow," she said under her breath. Standing with only the red lace underwear and stilettos I let her mold my look.

She redid my hair, giving it sort of French twist, altered my eye and lip makeup to create a dark smoldering look and a wet ruby red lip gloss. The look was hot and I would use it in the future.

Then she put me in thigh high black nylons with a lacy top and stepping back into the stilettos I looked eminently ready for a good fucking.

"We'll start with that look for the table reveal."

I didn't know what she was talking about but mine was not to think too hard, just to fuck hard.

She lead me to the dining room whose one end faced the front door of the apartment. "Just lean back against the table with your legs apart and when he comes in run your hands on the inside of your thighs to light his fire."

The phone rang once. "That's the signal from the doorman, he's on his way up."

When the door opened I started the show and, as designed, I was the first thing he saw. At first he just looked at me like it was a mirage. It wasn't until Marguerite spoke that he woke up.

"Happy birthday, honey! Look what I got you for your birthday! Isn't she gorgeous? She's yours to play with and fuck to your heart's desire. If there's one thing I know about my husband it's his appetite for beautiful young women so...I got one for you! And get this, every once and awhile I'm going to change her look! It will be like meeting a new girl every half hour or so."

"Go ahead, Bill, and if you don't mind I'd like to watch you enjoy her. Maybe even help out."

This all had a slightly weird tone to it but Bill was focused on me and nearly drooling as he approached me. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a sloppy, tongue filled kiss.

"Like to take me for a ride, Bill?" I whispered in his ear.

Unsure of what was happening he looked back at Marguerite for approval, who was still smiling, and before he had a chance to think i had his cock out of his pants and was sucking him into action. He moaned as I sucked and licked his balls. His head fell back in ecstasy. He started moving it in and out of my glossy lips.

He was surely confounded by his gift but the power of fucking me transcended the odd reality that it was organized by his wife. He bent down and undid my bra clasp and removed it.

"Oh god, Bill, her tits are to die for." It was clear that having his wife as a cheerleader was a novel experience. Bill, in mid blow job, lost the pants and underwear and was moving towards offing the shirt. I came up from down under and unbuttoned it myself.

He was hungry and pulled off my panties, sat me back on the table and did some dining of his own. His unusually large tongue had me dripping wet and climaxing in a matter of minutes. All the while his boner remained at attention and ready to carry out the mission. He whipped his substantial hard-on against my face a few times to mark his territory....

"Fuck her, Bill. That's what she's here for," said Marguerite from the comfort of her easy chair.

He turned me around and bent me over the table and used his dick like a probe, feeling his way up and down my crack until he could wait no longer. He sunk it deep and held it there and then put it in motion. Slow and deliberate at first but always picking up intensity. Soon he was banging me like a champ and my pussy was extremely wet.

Then the doorbell rang...

Bill was too engrossed to care and I kept hoping they'd go away. I heard Marguerite answer the door. I couldn't hear the whole conversation, just bits and pieces. "He's busy right now." "No, come back later..." "I know you're his bro..." "Come back later for cake." "I said, no."

There seemed to be a minor scuffle and then he was in. "What the hell is going on?", asked the male voice.

"Arthur, he's enjoying the gift I gave him. If you're going to stay, sit down and shut up."

It was the brother and there I was taking a banging from birthday boy. Bill was zoned out and seemingly didn't even realize his brother was in the room. The dining room table was shaking and then he wrapped his hands around my throat.

"Holy shit. Oh, hell," said Arthur. "This was a birthday gift?"

Bill turned me over on the table and pushed his prick back in me. Arthur failed to keep his mouth shut and now I could see him in the living room chair squirming, incredulous that his brother was fucking me and his sister-in-law arranged it. After awhile he suddenly stopped talking and all he did was look with his mouth open. He was either stunned into silence or aroused and my bet was on the latter, especially as his hand dropped mindlessly to his crotch.

"Did you ever see your brother fuck like that, Arthur?"

"He certainly is...no, I don't think so."

"Oh come now, Arthur. The two of you never went after young girls when you were on business trips?"

"Well, I...no, I never saw that."

"You're a lying sack of shit, Arthur. I knew what you guys were up to. You must think I'm stupid or something. I gave him this girl because I knew it was something he'd like more than me."

In the midst of this, Bill stands me up and starts kissing me and grabbing my ass.

"Okay, Bill, timeout for an outfit change. By the way, your brother's here."

She took me away from him and back to the bedroom. There she redid my makeup into more of the girl next door and let down my hair, adding a little flip with a curling iron. Then she put me into a sheer baby doll negligee, no bra or panties. Back in the stilettos and we came back out. I posed in the doorway, giving it my sexiest Barbie.

"I'm so enjoying this," she said to me.

Bill literally jumped off the sofa and off to devour me. His brother had the same look but couldn't do anything about it. Bill groped every last inch of me, kissing me everywhere. "Come on, you little hottie, I need more pussy," and he took me back to the sofa and draped me over the back, ass up. I nearly touched his brother sitting there. For the first time I saw a partially used tube of jelly on the coffee table.

"I need to fuck you, girl," and Bill plowed me once again. "C'mon, Arthur, unleash that bulge in your pants and stuff it in her mouth." Arthur was hesitant but then, "Ya, Arthur," said, Marguerite, "you know you want to." With her urging he stepped out of his clothes, his hard on virtually springing out and roughly shoved it into my mouth. Bill had pulled both of my arms behind me and I was vulnerable from any angle. Arthur was jamming his cock repeatedly down my throat. I was choking but he wouldn't stop.

"Arthur, hand me that jelly on the table." He withdrew from my mouth long enough to fetch the lube and then he forced himself back down my throat. I could feel that pack mentality beginning to take over and it was almost like Marguerite was invisible and I was left as easy prey.

Speaking to Arthur, Bill said, "Let's see if this fine thing can take it in the ass." He lubed my hole and wasted no time getting up to speed. As I made some involuntary sounds, he seemed pleased with his triumph, still holding both wrists and delivering a viscous pounding.

Part of me was overwhelmed and part of me was loving the brutal domination.

"Look at her take it, Arthur. Fucking little slut has the ass of my dreams."

Timidly, Arthur says, "Could I fuck her, Bill?"

"Sure, big brother, take a ride on this filly," and they switched position. Bill fucked my mouth and Arthur filled my ass but his cock had a little more girth and I yelped when he penetrated me.

"Oh ya, big brother! Drill that primo ass!"

Arthur was absolutely out of his mind, "I'm coming, I'm coming..." As he audibly released I could feel his cum explode into my ass. After that, Bill ran around, shoved it in my cunt and rode it until he too blasted a load.

"Okay, boys, was that fun? Think you can get it up for one more round?" asked Marguerite. Almost in unison, they said, "Fuck, yes!"

Bill ran over to Marguerite, "Baby, I can't believe you did this. You gave me a fucking call girl on my 50th birthday? What wife does this?"

"You're welcome," she deadpanned. "I baked a cake. Would you like it with your plaything or after?"

"Now, now," he said, sounding like an anxious five year old afraid he might miss something.

I was dripping their cum onto the floor but no one seemed to care. Marguerite took me back to the bedroom to clean up and change.

"Well, aren't you the hit of the party?"

"Are you okay with everything?"

"You we're just ravaged by two beasts and you're asking if I'm okay? My husband called you a slut!"

"Clients do that all the time. It gets them off and pretty much goes with the territory. Whatever gets their testosterone going is fine with me since that's the goal."

"You're something else, Dinah. Say, maybe you'd be willing to do my birthday party."

"Sure, but wouldn't you want a hunk of man?" I asked.

"Not necessarily," she said with a wink.

She went about tarting me up again; red bustier that lifted my tits over the cups, black garter belt, red nylons and red pumps. All of this inexplicably topped with a ponytail.

This time when presenting me she said to the wolves, "This is the last go round with the beautiful Dinah here so make it count. Eat your cake, eat some pussy and when you've wasted the last of your seed the fuck party is over."

I slinked back in the room, grabbing my crotch and egged them on. Both of them were so excited that I couldn't imagine they could hold back their orgasm for very long.

"Arthur, look at this girl." Bill laid me back over the rounded arm of the sofa, my head on the cushion and my legs in the air. "Hold her wrists, Arthur. I want one more run at this slut. Marguerite! Video this with my phone camera. I never want to forget this." He had only said a few words to her until now.

Then with the cake nearby on the coffee table, Bill scooped up a hand full and shoved it in my face, the pieces not sticking fell and were ground into the furniture and carpet. Arthur rubbed the frosting all over his dick and told me to lick it off. Bill slathered more of the decoration onto my tits and Arthur went about sucking and licking it off. They found endless glee in eating the cake off my body and I have to admit a certain pleasure in their bakery hedonism.

Bill held my legs and fucked me, Marguerite recorded it all for posterity. She even worked numerous angles like a pro. He was on fire and finally came with a roar, shooting his semen across my tits, our body heat mixing the cum with the cake.

It was Arthur's turn and Bill held my arms. Arthur had more stamina and even though he pummeled my pussy eventually he pulled out and quickly moved around the couch. With a tremendous exhale he jerked himself until he fired his cum all over my face. I'd rarely seen a man release that much spunk.

And quickly they were spent.

"Party's over, boys," said Marguerite, "say thank you and goodbye to Dinah." She hustled me back to the bedroom and set to cleaning the cum/cake off my body. "They really gave it to you." I noticed she slowed down with her cleaning regimen and suddenly she ran her tongue around my nipples, smiling at the sweet confection. It was incredibly sensual and I didn't make a move to stop her. I liked it. Then our lips met and she put her tongue against mine and, already wet, I came as she fingered my clit. Then she pulled back.

"Sorry about that, I couldn't resist," she said.

"No apologies necessary, I loved it," and my mouth found hers one last time.

After I got everything together and ready to go Marguerite paid me in cash and then put on a coat and grabbed a suitcase I hadn't noticed before.

Walking into the main room, Marguerite said, "Well, Bill, I hope you enjoyed your gift. I wanted to make it a memorable birthday because it's the last one I'll be spending with you. I know how much you love pussy and, guess what? Turns out, so do I! I won't be coming back so have a great life!"

And with that we both left the stunned apartment brothers. At the sidewalk we said goodbye and headed off in different directions.