Girls Lie Her

Another one-off story! All characters are over eighteen years of age when sexual situations occur.

***

The present

Amy waited in the lounge room.

She smoothed down a skirt that was way too short and a shirt that was way too tight. She hadn't bothered with a bra- not that she had a lot up top but she figured that he'd at least appreciate the effort. Her hair was too short to do up in pigtails- that was a guy thing, wasn't it? Pigtails on slim Asian girls? Made them look younger or something. None of her girlfriends had ever asked her to do that sort of thing but she knew that men's tastes were different.

She didn't really know. Hadn't expected to

need

to know.

She was at least decent as a babysitter. Honestly she'd shown up half-expecting the kids to be entirely fictional but no; two adorable toddlers who were absolutely thrilled with their funny, pretty new carer. Once they were in bed it was just a matter of chilling out on social media and waiting for the parents to come home with her payment.

Her weird, horny payment.

...Christ, when did her life become a fucking porn flick?

Movement. Car headlights reflected in the windows. The crunch of gravel on the drive. She swallowed and straightened out her skirt. Waited as she heard footsteps and then keys in the door.

Lights, camera, action.

She got up. Should she wait in the lounge room? Go and greet them at the door? Strip down and lie on their bed, like she was waiting for them to paint her like a French girl?

In the end they solved the issue by walking through the door while she was still agonising. She heard his voice as he walked through the entry hall. "So what was this surprise that you said was waiting for me?"

"Oh," came his wife's amused voice, "Trish said she had a nice little birthday surprise. Why don't you go into the lounge room and unpack it?"

Okay. She was an Asian student/naughty babysitter/birthday surprise. She could

work

with that.

...Fuck, het people were

weird

.

Professor Worthville stepped into view, a pretty blonde woman in tow. She took him in.

The Professor- could she call him Daniel? It seemed like this was really a first-name sort of situation- was not a particularly attractive man- something even a girl like her could tell. He was big- fat, yes, but also broad and tall like the love child of a neanderthal and a particularly brave hobbit. He was hairy- the sort of man you could look at and just know that he was hairy all over- and his face would be described as 'interestingly ugly' by polite people. And yet as he towered over her petite frame it was all Amy could do but stand there and gaze up at him with big, pleading eyes like a lost puppy that just wanted to be adopted by a loving family.

And fucked senseless.

(Screw it. Her major was in engineering, not lit.)

He stood there for a moment, eyes wide, and she was struck by an unreasonable panic- did she look like a kid? Did she not like skinny girls, or Asian girls, or short-haired girls, or girls with inexplicable crushes on their assistant professors? Was he going to tell her to leave? Was he-

"Aren't you a student of mine?"

Oh, he was being

nice

. Decent. He was probably worrying about taking advantage of her. Well technically he was but she was entirely fine with that for tonight at least. She decided to clarify the situation, speaking in her cutest, sweetest voice (again, het =

weird

). "Tonight I'm your babysitter." She licked her lips. "I was promised a bonus if I was good?"

Brilliant

. Hopelessly cringe-worthy dialogue that would make George Lucas throw his arms up in horror. But she'd wandered willingly into porno-land, so it was appropriate; and anyway it seemed to have done the job. "Well, how can I refuse?" He leant closer and said, "If you want to back out, I will entirely underst-"

His wife- who was eyeing Amy like a hungry wolf- said, "Baby, it's sweet but she isn't going to back out. They never want to back out.

Ever

." She detached herself from her husband and drifted over to Amy. "You don't want to leave, do you?"

"No ma'am."

"You want my husband's cock, don't you?"

"Yes ma'am." Amy felt that more was required and so added, "I'm so horny I can barely think."

His wife chuckled as she ran a fingertip down Amy's flank. The light touch made her heated body shiver. "You see? We've talked about this before, love. The best thing you can do for women like us is to take that big, perfect cock of yours and use it on them." She breathed in Amy's ear. "Why don't you show him yourself and take it out?"

Amy had never obeyed an order with such speed and relish before. She tugged his belt off, unzipped his pants, dragged his trousers and his boxers down to his ankles with a single, fluid motion and-

Oh my God.

It was- it was like the rest of him. Just

moreso

. Big. Ugly. Hairy. And utterly enchanting in a way that made

no goddamn sense

but none the less left her in a haze of desperate need. She made a breathy whining sound as the wife continued. "It's perfect, isn't it? Even though it should be. Even though women like us should be

repulsed

by it. You know I was such a good girl before I met Daniel. But one look at the cock of his...there's no going back." She pulled up the hem of Amy's shirt; Amy distractively raised her arms. A moment later her shirt lay on the floor and her naked boobs were on display. "Why don't you taste it?"

Amy gasped as the words sank into her lust-addled brain. Yes, she realised. Yes, she absolutely wanted to taste it. She wanted to suck and lick and swallow. She lunged forward-

Half a minute later she managed to stop the coughing and heaving. Two pairs of hands patted her naked back as she wiped tears from her eyes. "Are you alright?" Assistant Prof- Daniel asked.

His wife laughed. "First time, of course. You, um, you don't just go shoving it down your throat like that. Let's try that again, shall we?" She moulded herself against Amy's back and said, "This time, take it slow. Try kissing it first."

Amy leant forward. She closed her eyes. Pursed her lips and edged forward until she felt the heat of his erection and then-

Contact. She pressed her lips against his hot, hard flesh, tasting his sweat and skin, before easing away.

"That's good. Now you-" But she was already kissing his cock again, her delicate hands moving to grasp his meaty girth. Her tongue darted out to lay a soft lick where his shaft met his glans; a rumble of pleasure from above made her smile and slather a line of hot, passionate kisses from his root to his base.

"Never mind," said his wife. "We have a natural."

Amy continued her cock worship- and

worship

, she thought with a strange sense of awe, was the right word for it- on her knees, her lips and tongue moving like a prayer, her eyes closed in rapture. She felt Daniel's wife's hands cup her breasts, fingers caressing her stiff nipples with practiced ease. Jolts of pleasure rippled through her body with the contact and she moaned against Daniel's glorious erection.

Amy slid her lips around his angry red head as his wife's hands moved down to investigate her skirt. She ignored the faux-shocked gasp as probing hands found moist flesh instead of cotton panties; a moment later fingers cupped and caressed her ass, delving in between her legs.

She bobbed her head in gentle, shallow movements and stared up at the big hairy man who's cock she had fallen madly in love with. He had a warm and gentle expression on his lumpy face.

He was so ugly. He was so

hot

. This was demeaning. This was turning her on like nothing else in her whole life. This situation was ridiculous. She didn't want it to stop.

And then his wife' hands slid into her hot, needy pussy and she whispered in Amy's ear. "You know how many women like us he's slept with? He'd studded for half my friends. You wouldn't believe the nickname he had in college. They called him-"

"I hated that name," he rumbled somewhere high above Amy. His wife just chuckled. Her lips, soft and gentle, her nimble fingers and feminine power merged with her husband's male potency to create a mixture so bizarrely hot that she peaked, pussy clenching around thrusting fingers. She moaned into Daniel's cock-

A heartbeat later he pulled away and thick seed shot out to mark her face and tits. She gasped and writhed on the floor, shuddering as waves of pleasure swept through her body.

Voices above her. She tried to focus through an afterglow haze better than any drug.

"-Sure she's alright?"

"Darling, you worry too much. Our babysitter is just fine- aren't you?"

Amy blearily looked up at the married couple. She thought of something to say and a phrase popped into her head. It was stupid and cliché and horribly insulting and she'd probably hate herself in the morning for even thinking it but right then and there to her sex-addled brain it fit the weird porno vibe of this night perfectly.

She smiled and gave a thumbs up. "Me love you long time."

Daniel burst into laughter first, his expression caught between shock and amusement. His wife just chuckled as she leant down and eased Amy up onto unsteady feet. "You're fine. Come along now." She slid down Amy's skirt, leaving her naked in their living room. "Let's go to the bedroom. My husband will need a little while to recover, so how about in the meantime you show me just how grateful you are to me for letting you suck my husband's cock? She smiled as Amy nodded. "And after we're done I think it's time that your cute little pussy gets what it came here for. Sounds good?"

Amy nodded, cuddling up to the older woman as she was led away. She had no idea how she had wound up in porn land but- for tonight at least- she was exactly where she wanted to be. She still couldn't believe that she had actually knocked on the-

***

Three days ago.

-door. Then she lowered it again.

Amy took a moment to appreciate just how ridiculous a situation she was in. Women like her did not go to their assistant professor's house unannounced. They definitely didn't go expecting to seduce him. They definitely

definitely

didn't do it when their professor was a man.

And yet, against her judgement, against every lesson- be it woke or conservative or just gleaned from life in general- that she had been learned over the years, she was standing in front of his door wearing a slutty outfit and a hopeful- if deeply embarrassed- smile.

So she was an idiot. A slutty, incredibly horny, and- right now- deeply sexually confused, idiot. The only saving grace was that she was also apparently a cowardly idiot who didn't have the courage to knock on a door.

She was just contemplating turning around and leaving- because it was the sane and sensible thing to do and not because she was utterly scared of humiliating herself in front of her assistant professor and betraying her own sexuality- when the door opened.

It was a woman. A rather attractive woman, with clear, tawny skin, dark eyes, and a generously curved body. She was in her late twenties and was dressed in a sweater and jeans. "Hello?"

Shit. Her

married

assistant professor. How precisely did she forget a detail like that? Oh, right. The horniness and the confusion. She decided to make her excuses, return to her dorm room and bury herself in a rigorous regime of ice-cream, self-recrimination and guilty masturbation. "I think I might have the wrong house."

"No," the woman said, her gaze flickering up and down to drink in Amy's slutty, slutty little outfit. "No, I think you're here for Daniel."

"No, I-"

"No," the woman said, giving her a smile that was one part friendly, one part understanding and one part something that made her blush for reasons entirely separate from her embarrassment. "No. Let me guess. You're a freshman in one of his classes?"

Amy nodded, wishing that she had learned to lie properly.

"And you were sitting in his class and then you laid eyes on him for the first time and you realised that he was, in fact, the sexiest person you ever saw."

Nod, nod, cheeks-a-flame.

"Which would have been weird, because you've never actually been attracted to a man. Like, ever."

Nod nod nod. Blush blush blush.

"But as confusing as it was, you were horny enough to come over here- no bra? Nice- with the express goal of seducing Daniel into hot, passionate, heterosexual sex on his marriage bed."

By this stage Amy couldn't even manage to nod. She just stared at the floor, hoping that it might be willing to open up and swallow her whole. The woman patted her on her shoulder. "And may I ask your name?"

It was an effort to speak. "Amy."

"I see. Amy, I really only have two questions to ask you right now."

"I promise I'll leave and never come b-"

"The first question," the woman said, talking over her, "is- are you willing to share?"

Amy blinked, looking up. "What?"

"You see," the older woman said, the smile on her face now entirely seductive, "my boyfriend and I-"

"Wait. You're not his wife?"

"Me? Ha! No, I'm his mistress. And his wife's mistress. We're a poly thing. One that you're going to have to buy into if you want to be with him. So," she moved to touch Amy's cheek in a way that sent a shiver down her shine, "if you want to sleep with my boyfriend, then are you at all opposed to having an...arrangement...between the four of us?"

Amy stared at the woman- the sexy older woman, with her long dark hair and her wicked grin and she found her head moving on its own volition to snap back and forth in a jerky nod.

"Good." The older woman took her hand away. "Look, I appreciate this isn't what you probably expected was going to happen. But trust me, so long as you keep an open mind you're not going to regret your decision. I know I didn't."

Amy spoke up. "What was the second question?"

"Sorry?"

"You said you had two questions. What was the second question?"

"Oh, right." The woman smiled at her. "Can you babysit? Only I can think of a nice birthday-"

***

Four years ago.

-surprise as she opened the door. She put down her back and took off her coat, frowning. Wasn't anyone meant to be home right now?

Janice strode to the bedroom, where the sounds were coming from. She paused at the shut door, ran a hand through her long blonde hair, took a deep breath and opened it.

Her fiancé knelt on their shared bed. A tawny-skinned woman was on her hands and knees in front of him, her gorgeous naked body impaled on his cock. Both of them were sweaty and sticky and the woman's heavy breasts wobbled as he thrust violently into her. The girl's mouth was open and her eyes were glazed over as though drugged.

Daniel stopped his thrusts; the girl made a weird whining sound but otherwise did not move or react. He looked up at her and cleared his throat. "Janice," he said. "This isn't what it looks like."

Janice narrowed her eyes. She frowned. She crossed her arms.

"I already told you that joke wasn't funny."

"It's still funny."

Janice strode into the bedroom, sighing. "It wasn't funny the first time and age has not been kind to it." She leant forward and kissed him on the lips. "Hey, honey." She bent down to kiss the tawny woman on the check as well. "Hey, other honey."

"Uugghhh?"

Daniel looked at the sweaty naked woman and chuckled. "Later. You know how out of it Trish gets."

Janice sighed and trailed a finger over her girlfriend's naked back. "I very much do." Trish whined and shook her hips. A moment later Daniel thrust into her again, and the happy moans started afresh.

Over the grunting, animalistic sounds her girlfriend made, Daniel spoke. "Everything okay with your parents?"

"As good as they could be," she said, walking into the kitchen to pour herself some wine. After a moment she poured herself a second glass and walked back into the bedroom. "They're still giving me flack for holding the service at a local Church instead of their one."

"Uh." Daniel's thrusts didn't slow even as he made a face. "Mega Churches are scary."

"And expensive, which was the reason I gave." She sat, crossing her legs and sipping her wine as she watched her two favourite people rut like wild animals. Trish's eyes gazed sightlessly and her face was so red that if Janice didn't know any better- if she hadn't experienced what she was going through firsthand- then she might worry her girlfriend was having a stroke. "I'm sorry to put you all through this."

"Baby, we love you. We'll always support you..."

"But?"

"You need to be honest with your family. Tell them you're in a relationship with two people. Tell them that one of them in a girl. Tell them that-"

"Girls like us," Janice said, "don't tell their parents stuff like that. Not if they want to still have parents." She paused, sipping her wine, while she watched Trish grunt and pant her way through yet another orgasm.

"You have us. You have our families, who think you're awesome. You have..." He paused, stopping. Janice collapsed onto her stomach, her ass raised in the air. He took a moment to wipe his sweaty brow. "And maybe...you'll have any family we make." Trish muttered something that might have been 'what?" or might have been 'breed me'. He reached down to stroke her hair like a pet. "Point is, you won't be alone."

"They're my family."

"If they're willing to not be your family once they know who you actually are is that really true?" He eased his way out of Trish, who made a vague moaning noise. "I know you were only interested in me at first because I was the nice safe option but...we love you. No matter what you do."

Trish raised a shaky hand and made a thumbs-up gesture. Then she closed her eyes and began to snore. Janice laughed and rose, placing the wine glass nearby for when she recovered from her post-orgasmic nap. "You mind if I'm a coward for just a little longer?"

"Sure. It's always going to be your choice, love. But they're already wondering why you chose 'that dyke girl' as a bridesmaid. Or why she's going to be next to you in the ceremony. And it's just as well that they don't know she's coming with us on the honeymoon... this feels like something you can only put off for so long." He eased the duvet over Trish's snoring form.

"My turn to cook?"

"Her turn, but since I'm responsible for her condition it looks like I volunteered by services." He eased his bulk off the bed and smiled. "Let me just have a quick shower..."

Janice smiled, eying her fiancé's hairy, fat body with undisguised relish. "Mind if I join you?"

He grinned that grin of his; boyish and gentle and so very sweet. It was the sort of grin a woman could fall in love with. "I think I'll be-"

***

Five Years ago.

"-Okay with this," said Trish, crossing her arms. "Not okay with this at all."

Janice smiled the best possible smile she could. She did her best to ignore the ache in her heart. "I know this is a weird situation."

"It's not weird. It's not complicated, either. You're in an open relationship. You want me to join in. And I'm not the sort of girl who shares." The tawny-skinned girl ran her hands through her hair. "Does that sum it up?"

"That's..." Janice winced. "That's not entirely untrue."

"But?"

"That's...not all of what's going on. Look, I wanted to let you know about this before the situation went any further."

Janice sighed. She moved to pick up her undrunk coffee before putting it down again. She looked around the coffee shop before smiling. "Well. You told me. Thank you. Very honourable of you. Have a cupcake."

"Look, I'm sorry."

"I just- I really like you, okay? I really felt like we had a connection."