There had only been a few side-eye glances and awkward smiles from across the bar before Daphne had made her way over. I immediately had pegged her as a fun one, this perpetual ball of energy and fun that bounced about the bar engaging and enticing all manner of admirers. Her friend Sabrina was far more subdued. She had been too shy to approach me and at first very distant. The more we spoke and drank, the more she opened up. She was an articulate and thoughtful girl, with long legs and shoulder length auburn hair. Her best feature by far were the massive mounds that appeared to be barely contained by a pink halter-top that continued down and half-way covered a flat toned stomach.
“I was Air Force,” she had said.
“We both were,” Daphne interjected.
“No shit,” I responded. “I’m stationed on the coast.”
“Cool beans,” Sabrina.
“Cool beans?!” Daphne cried out just before letting out this obnoxious snort. “Who says that anymore?”
Daphne was definitely the adventurous type. Initially, she had acted as the go between Sabrina and I. Daphne was an exotic brunette who lit up the room and made every man stop and take a second look. Her young nubile body screamed sex, right down the thong she wore that had the word “WHORE” emblazoned on it.
“I might have to test that out,” I said. I regretted it immediately. Too eager, I thought.
“Don’t tempt her,” Sabrina chimed in.
Burn. Was that a hint of jealousy I sensed?
Having been the instigator I knew Daphne was bold and likely more open than her coed friend. She was a girl who exuded confidence and obviously was very focused on what she wanted. Everything about her made her desirable; from her Gina Gershon-esque lips, up to her deep blue eyes, and back down to her round firm ass. Every inch of her toyed and played with my imagination.
I couldn’t shake Sabrina though. Those shy smiles and her awkwardness made her endearing in ways I could never find Daphne endearing. Daphne is the friend for a night, whereas Sabrina was perhaps more.
After several drinks and a misadventure walking into the wrong bathroom Sabrina had begun to loosen up. And though it had been right under my nose the whole time I finally realized they were sort of together. I didn’t question their dynamic or intent. I had learned long ago to just go with it.
I spent the next twenty or so minutes just watching the two girls dance and do shots. Sweaty and breathing hard, Sabrina came and grabbed me and led me across the dance floor. At first, I thought she wanted to dance and I was about to shake her off when she pushed me. I fell into the darkness and found myself being guided down by Daphne.
“Just go with it,” she said. I nodded in the affirmative.
Sabrina was loose. Sabrina was wired. She danced up to the edge of the booth we were seated in and parted my legs. She danced for me. Moving to the rhythm of the music, yet with just a twinge of awkwardness. It was the awkwardness that drew me in. Those little looks to see if I liked what I saw. Reaffirmation that she was pleasing. She was very pleasing.
I felt Daphne’s soft delicate hands run their way up my back, to my neck and then the back of my head. Her hands turned firm and she guided my head around. Our mouths me and her tongue invaded mine.
“Just go with it,” she repeated.
Sabrina had turned and dipped down, she ground her ass into my crotch thrusting back and forth. Daphne reached over and encouraged Sabrina with a quick sharp slap to her ass before reaching down and pawing at my groin almost like a cat paws affectionately at her owner.
I settled back in the booth as Daphne continued to rub at a nice methodical rate. A slight smile creased her face as her work bore physical fruit.
“Oh, he’s big,” Daphne said in what would normally be a normal tone, but in the club was drowned out to a barely audible comment on the state of my cock.
I settled back farther and leaned my neck and head against the very back of the booth. Sabrina had halted her grinding as Daphne used both her hands to provide the necessary resistance so that I could slide further back in the dark recesses of the booth. I watched as the two girls switched. Daphne crawled out under the table and Sabrina turned and slide down next to me in the booth. One half of Sabrina’s body laid perched upon me and the other half hung off in the darkness between the booth and table. She was a tall girl. We were both cramped, and the scent of her perfume and sweat assailed my senses. She kissed me.
Her mouth tasted of cranberry and vodka. It was sweet, warm, and dry. Her tongue had the text of sandpaper, but tickled more than hurt. It dug it’s way out of my mouth and then back in. Deep.
I kept my eyes closed and focused on the rhythmic motion of our dancing tongues. My heart was beating fast. I could feel the throbbing in my chest, but also in my groin. Boom. Boom. Boom. I could feel my skin warming. Still, I focused on Sabrina.
It was then that I felt a mass on my crotch. I shifted and freed my left arm from its postion between my body and the booths cushion. I reached up and felt a small hand rubbing. I knew both of Sabrina’s hands were on me, one on my chest, and the other on my face. The location of her hand on my face was the primary source heat. The skin tingled to the touch, and when she shifted, the cool air of the club would reclaim the warmed skin creating a sensation almost akin to the sensation of Icy Hot when applied. Hot and cold, such delightful contrasts.
“I’m fucked u-“ I started before Sabrina’s mouth met mine once again.
“You’re almost fucked,” I could hear Daphne say, or perhaps that was my imagination to. All light swirled in pulsating patterns. Images of Sabrina and Daphne danced in my head. It was almost voyeuristic in a sense, a sort of out of body experience. Perhaps it was my mind’s eye interpreting what has was happening, because my eyes were most assuredly closed.
The vision I saw was of Daphne and Sabrina. Sabrina laid there as she was only nude, and Daphne was riding me. There was no crowd or anyone else. It was just us. Or was it?
The visualization in my head came to an abrupt end when a loud group of cheers and atta boys rang out. Daphne had ceased her petting and patting. Directly across from us, a group of frat boy automatons sat admiring the view. They clamored to get a better view and soon a chorus of boyish chants rang out. Daphne rose up and looked over to the table and smile.
“Just go with it,” she mouthed. At least that’s what I imagined I saw.
She had taken position between my legs. With the offset strobing of the light above I could catch a glimpse of her every few seconds. She worked her right hand at a feverish pace and then as if she read my mind, she used her left to work my belt free of its buckle. Sabrina watched for a moment, hesitated and then offered assistance.
Sabrina has raised up in the booth. From her knees she began to pull back and on the black leather belt and with a few tugs had finally freed it from the constraints of the buckle.
“Got it,” she called out triumphant.
I immediately felt Daphne’s hands begin to explore the exposed area and slip my cock from my boxers.
“Oh yea, it’s big,” Sabrina confirmed.
“Just go with it,” I told myself.
I felt rush of cool air when my cock was freed. It’s throbbed in Daphnes small hand. She grabbed it harder and then I felt a sharp coursing sensation. I finally opened my eyes and watched her trace the length of my dick with her mouth. She then stopped.
Daphne motioned to Sabrina who then knelt over. As I was preparing myself for a double team, Daphnes mouth met Sabrina’s. Sabrina was suspended over me, the weight of her body partially leveraged upon me and her hand which braced her against the top of the booth. The two kissed for a long minute each moment growing in intenstity.
The girl on girl action drew the expected response from the raging hormones across the way.
“Get it girl,” one said.
“Woot, woot!” A more creative one called.
“Just sit on it,” I thought.
Daphne worked her tongue from Sabrina’s mouth, to her neck and then down to her tightly formed stomach. Daphne seemed to be playing into the cat calls and attention she was receiving. She pushed further and began tugging Sabrina's short tight skirt before thinking better of it and lifting the fabric up to expose her perfectly tan thighs.
For a brief moment time seemed to stand still as I waited in anticipation for Daphne's next act. Sabrina glanced towards me and we held a lustful gaze for several moments. In her eyes I didn't see the look of that same timid young girl who could barely muster the courage to approach me. Something had changed. As Daphne crawled into booth, I scooted myself up the back of the booth and to a seated position. Sabrina turned her back to me and laid against me. Her damp skin was a welcome sensation on my bare cock. As Daphne crawled, from my new position I had free reign over Sabrina’s body. My hands roamed and made their way down to her soft silky thighs. I used a little pressure to spread to spread her legs apart. My intent was to expose her, to tease her, much like they had teased me. However, before the thought had become action Daphne seized the opportunity.
Sabrina's eyes lit up, she lurched back and was overcome with the sensation of Daphne’s tongue penetrating her. Sabrina reeled to the left and dug her nails into my left leg. She arched her back and then thrust herself forward and grabbed the back of Daphne’s head and ground it into her fleshy mound.
Sabrina cried out. I couldn’t make out what she said, but I quickly pulled her back on top of me and cupped my hand over her mouth in an effort to draw less attention.
“Just go with it,” I said with a laugh.
Daphne was fully involved. Her head jerked and gyrated like a jackhammer on concrete. Sabrina writhed in my arms. The intensity of her flailing grew and I had to wrap my arms around he to keep her more contained, only I think it intensified the experience for her.
I looked down and saw Daphne’s eyes staring up at me. She gently pecked just above Sabrina’s lightly shaven bush, then ran her tongue up the wisps of peach fuzz that trailed up to her navel. Daphne rose and pushed herself between Sabrina’s thighs. Our mouths locked and after a moment she pulled away, stood up and righted her clothing.
“You ready?” Daphne asked as she looked own at Sabrina, who too had adjusted her clothing. It appeared like nothing had happened.
The whooping from across the way had turned into boo’s and jeers. Daphne turned to the audience and curtsied. She blew them a kiss and then turned back to Sabrina. Daphne extended her hand out and Sabrina grabbed it and pulled herself away from me. The smell of sweat and perfume went with her.
I adjusted myself and zipped my pants. I smiled as the two girls hovered in the space where the dark overtook the light. I couldn’t see their expressions, just ghostly silhouettes with unknown intentions.
“You coming?” Sabrina finally asked.
There was only one answer to that question for me. I wasn’t new to threesomes. It was a badge I had earned my very first time. However, it had eluded me. Still, it wasn’t an experience that topped my list like every other guy. Two girls meant twice the pressure to please.
It could be the fact I didn’t chase made me different than that group of hormonal apes who coveted the eye candy, but could never taste of the attainable fruit. They were content to sit in the corner heckling and cheering as opposed to actually tagging in and taking a run at such two lovely women. Perhaps they were intimidated, or perhaps they were just scared. It’s easy to fantasize about something that’s unattainable, another thing to have it come true. What does one fantasize about when all their fantasies have been fulfilled though?
It was this thought that creeped into my mind as we made the short trek to their room at the Omni. What is my fantasy?
“Two chicks at the same time,” I recalled Lawrence from Office Space saying when asked what he would do if he had a million dollars. It’s a common answer for guys.
I don’t know if Sabrina had sensed my mind wander, but she put her left arm around me and pulled close to me as we worked our way through the Bourbon St. revelers. There was something to the way she touched me, the way our particular bodies intersected. I looked into her eyes and I could see she felt it too. I was the magnet and she was stardust. Metallicized pieces cast out from the death throes of a failing star, and here we were caught in a fateful dance, both our oribits decaying into one another. Who would swallow whom? I questioned.
I smiled at the thought of her swallowing me.
“You look like you’re a million miles away,” Sabrina said.
“That obvious?”
She gave me a shrug and then a smile.
“It’s not far,” Daphne called as she pulled up to me and wrapped her own arm around me.
I strolled into the hotel with both girls flanking me. As we walked through the foyer of the hotel I felt like I could be pulled apart. Daphne pressed forward almost pulling me along, she was ready. Whereas Sabrina was slow and leisurely. I caught myself focused more on her eyes than the Whore emblazoned thong that had started to pull ahead. Sabrina’s eyes never left me.
When the doors to the elevator slammed shut Daphne pulled against me and leapt up into my arms. She began tonguing my earlobe and guided her hand down to me rock hard shaft. She moved her hand up and down against my groin while I slid my right hand around her waist and into the back of her pants. She dropped down and pushed me against he back wall of the elevator and began to tear at my jeans like a crazed animal.
I watched Sabrina, and she watched Daphne. Sabrina’s eyes were distant and cold.
I felt a cool rush as Daphne had managed to pull my cock out. She pawed at Sabrina. The two interlocked arms, Daphne used Sabrinas both a shield and anchor as rocked back onto me. She barely got the tip and pushed Sabrina away so she could spin around and put me in her mouth. After several moment Daphne rose again and motioned again to Sabrina. Sabrina obliged and this time Daphne took about half my cock inside her. She exhaled accompanied by an very audible moan.
I pushed deeper into Daphne, and part of me wished it were Sabrina. Her cold eyes caught mine and she forced a smile. I put my right hand on Daphne to guide her as she worked back and forth on me, and I used my left to subtly tug at Sabrina’s shirt. Sabrina bit her lip slightly, as if she were trying to be coy. I shook my head.
“Let me see,” I said.
Sabrina moved to comply, but the elevator doors swung open followed by a muted chime. Floor 3 was highlighted. Sabrina smiled as an elderly couple stepped attempted to enter with their bags.
“Wrong elevator,” the elderly woman told her husband.
“I don’t know about that,” the old man said as a huge smile creased his face.
The shock of likely being caught had caused Daphne to freeze mid-motion. My cock was half in her and half out.
“Put him up for now,” Sabrina said.
I smiled. It had been the first time Sabrina had given Daphne any sort of command. I liked it.
Daphne started to comply. She turned, grabbed my jeans, and dropped to her knees.
“Clean it,” I ordered.
Daphne looked puzzled but followed the command. She put it in her mouth and took as much in as she could.
“Be sure to lick the sides,” Sabrina offered.
Daphne complied.
In that moment I wasn’t sure what had happened. There was an obvious shift though. Something had awoken in Sabrina. She pushed between Daphne and I, and said.
“You’re mine.”
She kissed me, but this time it was different. Equal parts passion and desire, but there was an undercurrent of something else. Something elusive.
The doors swung open and the elevator chimed. Floor 5 was highlighted, but as we got off things were much more subdued. It had felt like all the passion had gotten off on the third floor.
Sabrina and I walked arm in arm to their room. Daphne was quick with the key card, and within moments we were in the room. It was a pretty swanky room, better than any I had stayed in during my many visits to Nola. Daphne had made a beeline to the bathroom, and Sabrina had sat me down in a plush chair and crawled into my lap. The shower in the bathroom roared to life followed by the barely audible lyrics of Britney Spears’ “Crazy” could be heard.
“It can be just you and I if you want,” she said.
I shrugged as if to say it’s up to her.
“I don’t want to disappoint Daphne though,” Sabrina offered.
“Is this normal for y’all?” I asked.
Sabrina shook her head.
“It’s usually just Daphne,” she said. She motioned over to another door. “It’s a suite.”
“Ah,” I muttered, not fully understanding.
“I liked you,” she said. “So, Daphne likes you.”
Something clicked in that moment for me. Then this feeling of guilt started to creep in.
“Did I fuck up?” I said.
“No,” she said with a smile which she followed with a light kiss.
“You did good?” she offered.
“I did?”
“Yea,” she said. “You chose me.”
Sabrina lowered her head laid in on my shoulder. We sat there for several moments. I counted the beats of her heart and I could almost feel it syncing with mine. Her head dipped further, but I didn’t want interrupt the moment. I let her drift there, somewhere between reality and sleep.
“I’m back bitches!” Daphne announced as she swung the sliding door to the bathroom back and stood within the door frame stark naked. Her body glistened in the light and it was clear she hadn’t toweled off.
Sabrina hadn’t budged, but I knew Daphne would change that.
Daphne ran and launched herself onto the bed across the room. She stretched out across the bed extending her arms and legs in a fashion that made it seem like she was making snow angels in the bed.
“It’s okay to look,” she assured.
Daphne bounded out of the bed almost as quickly as she had launched herself onto it, it was like the shower had completely recharged her. She wanted to be seen.
I watched Daphne as she crossed the room and pulled some small bottles of wine from the mini-fidge. She slowly made her way towards me and handed a now fully awake Sabrina a bottle before downing the one she had gotten for herself.
“We have some small bottles of Crown or Daniels,” Sabrina offered.
“Crown,” I said.
Daphne smiled and bounded back to the fridge returning with two small bottles of crown.
“You want a blow job?” Daphne asked.
I looked at Sabrina. Sabrina nodded.
“Sure,” I answered.
Using her teeth Daphne chewed off the plastic seal and then twisted the top off the miniature bottle. Sabrina stood up and Daphne crawled into my lap and straddled me. She poured a little crown on the tip of her perky break and let it run off into my mouth. She poured more but I met the source at the point of her breast and drank it in.
She giggled, and I could feel goosebumbs rising on her skins. I ran my hands up her abdomen and cupped her breasts.
“That’s not the blow job,” she said.
“I hope not.”
Daphne shook her head as if to get the hair out of her face. Her hair was short, so I imagined this must have just been a habit. She place the bottom of the bottle in her mouth and then leaned over to me and poured the contents into my mouth. It wasn’t a true blow job. Not like the ones that gave you at Razoo’s when you’re coming out of the bathroom and a cute bartender grabs you from her elevated position on the bar and pulls you to her and blows a gelatinous alcoholic concoction out of the tube and into your mouth. Something about this blowjob seemed more hygienic and safer, after all I had been balls deep within Daphne just 10 minutes prior.
After I swallowed the last of the Crown Daphne tossed the bottle away and leaned down and began kissing me deeply. It wasn’t quite as passionate and raw as what I had experienced in the elevator. It was more subdued. Almost like she was holding back, perhaps she had recognized that I had been marked by Sabrina.
My hands roamed over her naked body. She ground her mound into the bulge in my pants. It felt good at first, but soon the friction and heat became uncomfortable. I shifted and began to unbuckle my pants. Daphne shooed my hands away and took over. Within moments I was inside her.
“I know you want to fuck Sabrina,” Daphne said during her rhythmic rocking back and forth on my cock.
“I do,” I responded. “I think I want to fuck you both.”
Daphne ground to a halt. I thought maybe I had said something wrong and blew my chance. Daphne’s eyes had opened and she looked into mine,
“You’re sweet,” she said.
“Is that good?”
“You’re sweet,” she started. “Daphne’s sweet.”
Daphne paused and she flexed, I could feel her vaginal muscles tighten.
“Sorry,” she said. “You hit pretty deep.”
“Not hard to get deep when you’re only five foot,” I joked. She didn’t smile.
“Thing is,” Daphne said. “If you fuck her, you fuck her hard.”
“Okay…”
“I mean real hard,” she said. “she likes that. She’s submissive. Not that it makes her submissive, she just is.”
I looked at Daphne processing what she said.
“She likes you to take the lead,” she offered.
I shook my head in recognition.
Daphne withdrew and gave me an approving peck on my forehead. I think that was her approval of what I was about to do her best friend.
I stood up. My shirt was drenched from having Daphne’s wet naked body pressed against me. Sabrina was sitting over on the bed. Her eyes caught mine, but she quickly looked away. She had watched the encounter between Daphne and I. Was she turned on?
I was pretty certain she hadn’t heard our conversation and what information Daphne had relayed.
“Submissive,” Daphne had said.
Submissive. I had a mild recollection of some past discussions previously with another submissive type. She had said she was submissive but she called herself a slave. I didn’t know the distinction; all I knew was that they liked to be directed and given orders. These were things I typically did with no prompt. Did this mean I was dominant?
Seeing Sabrina there perched on the bed, knowing she was mine for the taking was a surreal feeling unlike anything I had ever felt before. I took a moment to look her over. I wanted to consume her, to get as close to her as I possibly could. I had never quite felt this way. Never before felt such an urge to make someone mine. It hadn’t been Daphne’s revelation, it’s a feeling I had felt since the moment I first caught Sabrina eyeing me sheepishly. There was some sort of unspoken connection. Something in her eyes, a sense of recognition. And here she was just waiting. Waiting on me to take her, to do with her whatever I wanted. To dominate her. But how?
As if she had read my mind Daphne leaned into me and stood on the tips or her toes.
“Take her,” she softly whispered. I nodded.
I took another moment to collect my thoughts. Though I didn’t know all the terminology, I knew in that moment she was mine. There was something about that thought that elevated the feelings I was already having. I couldn’t contain it any longer. Too much thinking.
I crossed the room with a purpose and I stood over Sabrina. She seemed smaller now. Like she had shrunk into herself. She looked up at me, a sense of wanting in her eyes.
“Stand up,” I ordered. She complied without a word.
The sweet scent of perfume and sweat pushed up as she rose. With my right hand I reached around her and untied the back of her pink halter-top. The fabric fell away and exposed the flesh of her chest. I reached up and cupped her breast with my free hand and it traveled up gripping her throat.
“You’re mine,” I whispered in her ear.
She nodded.
I tightened my grip on her throat, she swallowed hard. The pinkish imprint of my hand slowly faded. I took a step back from her and looked over at Daphne who had taken my spot in the chair. She had spread her legs and pulled them up to her. She was gently caressing her smooth mound and intermittently using her two middle index fingers to stimulate her clit.
“Strip,” I said as I turned my attention to Sabrina.
Without a word she shimmied her skits down her legs and pulled the top off down as well. She stood there before me, naked and exposed. I pressed one of her hardened nipples between my thumb and finger. She took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.
“You like being fucked hard?” I asked.
She nodded in the affirmative.
“Or does Daphne like watching you get fucked hard?”
Sabrina’s eyes shifted over to Daphne, and then down to the floor. With I squeezed tighter on her nipple.
“I just want what you want sir,” she answered.
"You're not going to become shy now are you?" I asked.
Sabrina shook her head, then said "No."
“Good,” I said, “Now clean that bitch off of me.”
A slight smile creased Sabrina’s face and she slowly went to her knees. She kissed the head and ran her tongue along the length of my shaft. I could feel the blood coursing through me and down to my lower extremity. Her touch was electric. Her mouth divine. It was mere moments and my load was spent. It hadn’t been intentional; I had just got caught in the moment.
Sabrina sat waiting for direction. I grabbed her by the back of her head with one hand and eased her head away as I used my other hand to grab my cock and pull it from her mouth. I shook the tip and some of the drippings went in her mouth, then her lip and onto her breast.
“What’s a good girl do?”
She swallowed.
Sabrina raised herself up and started to grab the bundle of clothes from the floor. She looked over to Daphne who had quit pleasing herself. It was as if the show was over. I had blew my load and that was the night. It was true I had blew a load, but it wasn’t true that the night was over.
“I’m not through with you yet.” I admonished.
Sabrina dropped her clothes and hurried back to the position on her knees. I looked over at Daphne. I motioned over to her and pointed to the spot next to Sabrina. Daphne didn’t need any further prompts. She bounded over and took the position.
“Keep it hard,” I said.
Daphne jumped in and using copious amount of spit to create a nice slick lather on my member. While she focused on the cock Sabrina took to licking the balls. As Daphne continued to suck on my cock I looked down at Sabrina. She was more spectating than participating now.
“Get on the bed,” I directed.
Sabrina slid back and then up the foot of the bed. She laid down and almost instinctively spread her legs to expose her feminine wonders. I smiled.
“Play with yourself,” I said.
As soon as the words were spoken two of her fingers were deep in her box. She was watching Daphne's face slide up and down my rod and there was this perverted glee on her face. Her eyes flickered with desire, like two flames being stoked in the night.
It was just enough for me to watch Sabrina. In that moment I was sure I hadn’t seen anything quite as amazing, and it was mine. I throbbed hard in Daphne’s mouth and she eased off my rod. I pushed her head down gently and thrust my hips to ease it deeper into her mouth. A gag reflex erupted from her.
"Too deep I asked?"
She nodded.
"Take it,” I said.
After a sip of wine from one of the mini bottles of wine, Daphne made another attempt. As she eased my fleshy member into her mouth. I leaned in and thrust, but she gagged again.
It’s time, I thought. I looked over and Sabrina was nice and primed. I stepped close and ran my hand up her leg, to her silky thing, and onto the heated mound of flesh. It took just a touch and her body quivered. As much as I had been inside Daphne I had yet to know what Sabrina felt like, and not that I stood before her, I found myself appreciating the anticipation. Seeing her laid out on the bed, just mine for the taking. I knew what control felt like in that moment. I liked it.
Sabrina’s body trembled when I thrust my eight inches inside of her. I went hard, just like Daphne had wanted. My cock tore into her and split her lips like a hot coal in a snow bed. I was balls deep in her before the feeling even registered to her, but I felt it all. Her insides convulsed and quivered, trying to register the sensations. The raw feel of her vagina massaged me while I slid in and back out of her.
I pushed my weight upon her until we were face to face. She didn’t open her eyes. I continued to assault her insides, desperate to register some reaction in her face. She remained stoic, letting out mousy moans, and writing ever so often against my human battering ram. I sped up and increased my thrusts. I felt her fleshy cleft tighten, and then her eyes opened. A lough moan erupted from her, I pumped faster and harder until the build-up was almost complete.
“I’m close,” I said.
I could feel Daphne press against me from behind. I pulled out and Daphne grabbed my cock and emptied my load on Sabrina’s stomach.
“I’m jealous,” Daphne said.
“Why is that?” I asked.
“You came twice for her,” she answered. “Have one for me?”
“Clean us up,” I said. “and give me that other bottle of Crown.”
Daphne gave my cock a couple of tugs before putting it in her mouth and cleaning the tip off.
“Feed it to her,” I said to Sabrina.
Sabrina smiled and using her hand scooped the remained of my load into Daphne’s mouth. I collapsed back into the chair, took a drink of Crown.
“I can go all night.” I said.
Sabrina and Daphne both looked at me from the bed.
“Just tell us what to do,” they said in unision.
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