They were a strange couple to be sure, Misti thought. Most folks who visited Madame Fufu's establishment were more interested in the dancing girls, or the after-show entertainment. Sure, the food was pretty much decent, but you rarely saw people stopping in to have dinner and
nothing else
.
Young, fashionably dressed. Occasionally glancing around with mild interest, but otherwise not making a move. The two of them stuck out like a Shallyan novice in a whorehouse. Although, Misti mused, you heard all sorts of stories about what happened behind the closed doors of those convents. Madame Fufu was no doubt very keen to see that particular rumor tested first-hand.
The young couple eating dinner was a mystery to her, but Misti never let herself wonder for very long when she could do anything about it. Strolling casually over to their table, she observed with some amusement that the woman's eyes followed her as she approached. "Hey," Misti purred, "you two looking for some company?"
"Us?" The woman of the couple glanced over to the man, and Misti thought she could see a little nod. "Um, we were just having dinner, you know, by ourselves." Her blush deepened under Misti's gaze.
There was more going on, and Misti was getting to the bottom of it. Hauling a nearby chair over to the table, she flounced down in it backwards, legs astraddle, arms settled across the back. By design, close enough to the man so that their thighs nearly touched. "Care for a threesome?"
The woman's eyes were darting back and forth, to Misti and the man before looking back. She was biting her lip. "James," she quietly said, "she's so much prettier than me."
"Yeah," the man said, "she sure is."
Wait, what.
"My name's James." The man gestured over to the woman, who was squirming slightly in her seat. "This here's my wife, Jenny."
Oh. Oh!
Misti took a second to be shocked, but as the pieces fell into place, she smiled. So that's what was going on.
"It's nice to meet you." Yes, this was going to be fun. "And judging by your presence, and the look on your wife's face right now, the two of you will be needing my services...?"
The man nodded.
"Will she be joining us?"
"She likes to watch, actually." He answered at the same time as his wife, who mumbled something along the lines of: "I'm not into girls, not really, just they're so
beautiful
—!"
Misti stood. "Well, c'mon then." Jenny and James rose to their feet as well. "I think I can promise you two a very interesting night..."
---
Where to start? Back in her room, her standard fee in hand (she didn't have the heart to overcharge the couple), Misti gave it a thinking-over while the two lovebirds waited uncertainly. The way they were acting, this might have been their first time exploring such a sexual arrangement. Still, they clearly knew what they wanted.
"First things first." Misti pointed to Jenny, channeling an air of imperious command. "You. Strip."
"Y-yes ma'am." The girl obediently began to unfasten her clothes, hands shaking slightly. The blush on her face only deepened as her dress slipped from her shoulders, falling to the floor.
Misti took a step forward, cupping a breast in her hand. "Not bad." That was the truth. Jenny gasped under her touch, as well-practiced fingers stroked and teased. "Still, I can see why you came to me. Wanted the best for your husband, didn't you? Things you couldn't provide?"
"Ngh." Jenny bit back a moan.
"You don't have to answer that." Misti pointed to the wall. "On your knees. Over there." She grinned when Jenny scrambled to obey. "You can watch as I undress your husband."
The girl was wide-eyed, almost panting. Misti had felt the way her nipples had stiffened to hard nubs, had seen the goose bumps along the girl's arms. Her face, down to her shoulders, was suffused with pink. Trembling, mouth slightly agape.
It was moments like these that made Misti glad that she'd joined the profession.
"Oh, very nice." His shirt off, Misti could see that the husband wasn't bad looking, either. Not terribly muscular but quite lean. Idly, Misti wondered about what he did for a living.
"Lie down on the bed, darling." She settled down next to him, helping him get his trousers off. "I'll take care of you tonight."
His cock all but sprung free when Misti finally got it out, and if she'd been groping him a bit excessively through the fabric nobody could blame her. Over by the wall, Jenny let out a little gasp. "James," she sighed, voice heavy with lust, "you look so good with her."
Misti bent down, placing a little lick along the man's shaft. Wouldn't do to make him come too early. But, then again, there was something to be said about drawing out the show. And, of course, this thing was going inside of her in a few minutes. A bit of preparation went a long way.
"Good boy." Her mouth engulfed him, teased him, steadied him. Then, before he could lose control, she was up, about to lower herself down. "Everything okay so far?"
He nodded. Misti snuck a glance over at his wife. The little slut actually had her hands between her legs.
"Alright." She was rubbing herself against him, pressing his cock to her entrance. "I'm all yours, babe."
When she finally sank down on his cock, she almost thought that her other client would pass out, but the watching girl kept it together. His hands were on her hips, now, guiding her through the rhythm. Firm hands, not too rough.
"Ohhh yeah." It helped when her clients knew what they were doing. "Am I a good fuck?"
"You are," he managed through a grunt.
"Better than your wife?"
He locked eyes with the woman in the corner, now desperately masturbating.
"Yeah," he said. "Much better than my wife."
Misti shifted her hips, just slightly, letting herself grind on him the way that she'd taken dozens of men in the past. He shuddered as the angle let him get just enough friction to push him over the edge. His wife's frantic jilling hit a peak the moment that he spurted into Misti, cumming deep inside of her. Misti had actually wanted to keep it going just a little more, sneak a few more playful barbs into their conversation. Change of plans; she rode him until he had spent himself, rode him until the very end as Jenny cried out with her own climax, then sank down into the bed at his side. After a few seconds, Jenny joined them.
"That...that was awesome." The young wife seemed dazed, almost euphoric, for all that Misti had hardly even touched her during their night's activities. She kissed her husband, then Misti, and flopped down into their arms. "We'll need to do this again someday."
And they did.
---
"I know just how to use you this time."
Jenny and James couldn't stay away for very long. Looking her up and down, Misti had a pretty good idea how to use little miss "not-into-girls-but-love-watching-them-fuck-my-husband" Jenny.
"Yes ma'am?"
Misti smiled. Even lying back on her bed, she could make Jenny squirm by just looking her over. "You're going to watch your husband as he fucks me," she said blandly, "but first, you'll help me out a little. With your tongue."
"W-what?"
"You heard me. Get up here." Misti gestured towards herself. "You can lick me out so that afterwards I'm ready to take your husband's dick. Will that be too much of a challenge?"
Jenny climbed onto the bed somewhat hesitantly. "I've, I've never been with a woman—"
"Yeah? Then tonight you learn something." She ran her hands through Jenny's hair, not unkindly, and began to lower her face towards her pussy. "Don't worry. I'll let you know if you're not doing it right."
Not all women knew what they were doing, for all the fact that it was another pussy that they were supposed to be worshipping. At the very least, Jenny did a creditable job. Her initial hesitation gave way to a sort of clumsy enthusiasm as the purpose of her task began to sink in.
"Mmm." Misti sighed. "You do a pretty good job for a first-timer. Better than some of the girls here, if I'm honest."
She loved finding new ways to make her client blush deeply.
"In fact, I'm not sure if I should let you go home with your husband," Misti teased. "We could keep you here for a little while. Not as one of the working girls, obviously, that'd cut into profits. But you'd be my own personal stress-relief toy, except when your husband comes back to fuck me, when I'd maybe let you watch. How does that sound?"
James laughed. "If my wife goes missing for too long, it would be
such
a scandal. But there's no harm, I think, in letting her pick up some new skills now and then." He punctuated these remarks with a fond slap across Jenny's ass, causing her to let out a startled yelp.
Misti chuckled. "See? Your husband likes the idea." She stroked Jenny's cheek. The girl gazed back at her with half-lidded eyes, still dutifully licking as she was told. "I'd love to use you a little while longer, but we shouldn't keep him waiting for too long. Up, girl." The clients got what they paid for, after all.
Jenny scrambled off the bed and to her usual place kneeling at the side of the room, watching eagerly as James advanced to take her place. Biting her lip, one hand drifted automatically to her pussy.
"Oh, and Jenny?" Misti called out to her as she was positioning James's cock to enter her own slick folds. "New rule: hands where I can see them. Above your head."
"But-!"
"Don't make me ask twice," Misti commanded. "You can touch yourself when I say so, not before."
Whining with need, but still obedient, Jenny assumed the ordered position. Not being able to touch herself was pure torture, and she couldn't help but keenly feel that arms-up as she was, it left her completely exposed for her husband's approving glances or Misti's triumphant grin.
"Good girl." Misti turned her attention to James. "Now, you know what to do with that thing—ooh!"
Letting herself wait a bit to build the anticipation was definitely a good idea, and Jenny's help made things go smoothly. On top of that, James had apparently developed some useful experience in bed.
"Y-yeah, that's good." His fingers dug into her buttocks as he hoisted her hips into a better angle. "Oh, fuck! Just like that! Don't you dare stop!"
Her hips rolled and bucked, held steady by her client, as Misti moaned. She wasn't even playing it up as much as she usually did, but if she was, it was in no small part for the trembling girl helplessly watching.
"Right there, yes! Fuck! Oh, f-!" Misti's cries turned to nearly wordless gasps, as she let herself crest the wave. "Ffffuck!"
James made no sign of stopping. It seemed like this time, he was trying to prove his stamina.
"Jenny, darling," Misti called out, voice tinged with a slightly hysterical giggle, "you like what you're seeing?"
Jenny made an affirmative moan.
"You know what to do," Misti encouraged her. "Go ahead and—aaah! Do whatever you want to yourself, babe, just-! Fuck!"
