Chapter 11: An Unexpected Guest
Selene
I step back into the bar area wrapped in nothing but Adrian’s oversized shirt after grabbing my vape . My pussy is still tingling from the raw debauchery we just dragged each other through, and my legs are wobblier than a baby deer on stilts.
Adrian’s sipping whiskey like he didn’t just get pegged and made to moan my name like a prayer. The man looks… serene. Sexually exorcised.
“You feeling revived yet?” I smirk, walking over to steal a sip from his glass.
“Barely,” he murmurs. “But you ruined me in the best possible way.”
I curl into his lap, purring. “Good. Because I’m not done.”
Suddenly, the Ring door bell goes off and there’s someone at the front door .
Adrian
Fuck.
I forgot. As Selene stands up off my lap.
I jump up so fast I nearly spill the whiskey. “Shit, shit, shit…”
Selene tilts her head. “Expecting someone?”
“Something like that , a stewardess from my flight “, I tell her. as I stroll to the door.
Eliza. The flight attendant. Five-foot-nothing of sass, blonde curls, and a body built to break FAA regulations.
She’s wearing sky-high heels, a trench coat, and judging by the smirk on her face—nothing underneath.
“Adrian,” she purrs seductively . “I came for our little… debriefing”, as she stares at my naked body, I step aside and let her in. And she follows, as I walk back to where Selene is.
Selene blinks at me. Then back at Eliza.
“Who’s the twinkie?”
I cough. “Selene, this is Eliza. Eliza, Selene.”
There’s an awkward silence. Then, out of nowhere, Selene starts laughing.
“Did you forget you booked a hookup the same night you got your ass wrecked?”
I grimace. “I may have… double-booked.”
Eliza steps forward, letting her trench coat slide open to reveal everything. No bra. No panties. Just nipples as hard as diamonds and a freshly waxed pussy that practically winks.
“Well, I don’t mind sharing,” she says, eyeing Selene. “If she wants to join in and plays nice with other women.”
Selene crosses her arms. “Oh, baby. I never play nice.”
Selene
I stand up, full of wicked energy. This little Barbie wannabe just walked into my den, dripping confidence and honey. Cute.
“Take off your heels and kneel,” I command.
Eliza blinks. Then smiles slowly and obeys.
Adrian’s dick is already at full mast as he stands there watching the scene in front of him unfold . Can’t blame him—this is the kind of twisted scene pornos aspire to be and every red blooded male fantasizes about.
I walk behind Eliza, grab her hair, and tilt her head up to face Adrian. “You came to serve. So serve.”
She crawls to him on all fours, opens her mouth, and takes him in like a trained slut. Wet slurping sounds fill the room as her head bobs faster, Adrian groaning like he’s about to lose his soul, his eyes never leave mine though.
I strip naked, sit on the couch, and spread my legs. “Crawl to me, Barbie.”
Eliza obeys again, her mouth shining with spit and his precum. I grab her chin.
“Eat me while he watches.”
She moans and dives in, tongue sliding through my folds still soaked from sitting on Adrian. I grab her hair and grind against her face, making her earn every damn moan.
Adrian stands at the edge of the couch, jerking his cock after putting on a condom eyes wide, mouth hanging open. “Holy… fuck.”
I push Barbie away and walk into the dungeon and Adrian and Barbie follow me.
I switch things up. “Lie down, Eliza.”
She does without batting an eyelid.
I straddle her face while she licks me like a woman starved. Adrian crawls on the bed and tells her to lift her hips and slide under and spreads her cheeks, and sinks into her ass , while I ride her tongue.
A perfect, sloppy, panting sandwich of filth.
I’m grinding her into the mattress when Adrian yells, “I’m close!”
I hop off, and flip onto all fours. “Give me that cock, Barbie turn around .”
He slides off the condom and slams into me, rough and fast, and hard as hell. I grab Eliza’s head and shove it down and under me .
“You’re not done yet,” I growl, making her eat us both where we are joined . as I rub her clit , and Adrian pounds me from behind.
It’s a fucking symphony—moans, wetness, skin slapping, and the sharp crack of my hand on Eliza’s pussy every few seconds just for fun when I'm not thrusting the huge dildo in and out of her dripping cunt.
We all cum . Screaming. Shaking. A glorious, tangled mess of limbs and fluids. Adrian pulls out and immediately starts licking my pussy . Lapping his cum out of me.
Afterward, we collapse in a heap. Adrian’s on his back, Eliza’s draped scross the pillows, and I’m curled against his chest like the victorious queen I am.
“So,” I say, still breathless. “Are threesomes your usual Friday plan?”
Adrian chuckles. “Only on days that end in Y.”
Eliza stretches, purring. “Can I stay the night? You guys are so much fun." She gushes.
Adrian
“No call yourself an uber,I pay for it of course , it’s been fun but I want to be alone with Selene “ I tell her.
I groan. “I need electrolytes and Jesus.”
We all laugh. Naked. Exhausted. Insatiable.
And something tells me…We’re just getting started. We manage another round of wild sex, and not too long after Eliza's uber arrives and she leaves . I'm not going to lie, I want to spend more time alone with Selene . And Eliza was stealing attention I didn't know I craved till now.