Encounter Your Idols in a Threesome Encounter
The applause died down, and the house lights were switched on, revealing the now empty table with its microphones, dice, and laptops. A line of excited fans patiently waited, some anxiously shuffling their feet, as each one got a chance to briefly chat with their favorite podcasters. The live show had gone well, and everybody was in a good mood.
A debate ensued about whether or not a meet and greet should follow the show's conclusion. Tom wasn't entirely convinced, because he knew some fans had strong opinions about the group's episodes, and he wasn't sure if he could handle the direct feedback. He agreed to give it a try in Seattle, which was known for its social freezes and politeness.
The line of fans seemed endless as the podcasters walked out of the backstage area, greeted by cheers and more applause. Tom's stomach fluttered when he saw the number of people waiting to meet them. He considered slipping away unnoticed, but his fellow creators encouraged him to tough it out. Despite his initial hesitation, he discovered that Seattle's stereotype of shyness and politeness seemed true. Fans mainly offered kind words or pleasant compliments, though some were noticeably shy or socially anxious. As the night wore on, Tom started to feel drained. He sneaked a glance down the line to get an idea of how many fans were left. Sandra noticed him, trying to calculate how much longer they'd be here.
"Yo!" she yelled, drawing the attention of the group. "Pay attention to your fans, Tom!" Everyone nearby laughed softly. Tom redirected his attention to the young man before him who was chattering on and on.
"Sorry, man, I'm with you," Tom said, trying to keep the conversation flowing. Eventually, the line started to shrink. Sandra finished chatting with the last fan in line. She blushed deeply and looked up with a flourish, her long black cherry hair shining.
The woman in front of her had kind features, her deep blue eyes drawing the eye to her red low-cut shirt that showed off her abundant cleavage. A short red skirt and combat boots finished off her outfit. Tom's face heated up and he was forced to compose himself. He'd met so many attractive people tonight it didn't even phase him … yet.
"Hey, glad to meet you, Stella," Tom stammered as she extended her hand. Despite wanting to refrain from shaking hands, he couldn't resist when she offered her hand so attractively. Her hand was soft but firm. Stella's sweet floral scent grew stronger, making Tom's heart race.
"I've been hooked on your show since it was suggested to me last week," Stella said, her voice silky and sending shivers down Tom's spine. "I especially like you, Tom. And of course Sandra, she's amazing." She giggled. Tom felt his cheeks flush.
"Thank you, Stella, we're really glad you enjoy our podcast. It means a lot to us when people find it entertaining," he stated, trying to sound casual.
Stella laughed again, her voice music to his ears, sending a jolt to his crotch. "Uh, Tom, you're one of my favorites. And since we're not being too basic, I'm your favorite, Tom, I love you!" Her playful banter irritated him slightly, but not enough to ruin the moment.
"Uh, wow, thank you! I'm flattered," Tom quickly replied, dazzled by her flattery. Stella released his hand, and he swiped at his sweaty palms.
Monica, Ben, and Ryan had all stood up and stretched while Stella engaged with Tom. They started to make their way towards the backstage area and greenroom to gather their belongings. Sandy remained seated and continued to fiddle with her phone. Monica gave a quick glance towards Sandy but she subtly waved her and the others on. Stella put her program on the table in front of Tom, along with a T-shirt from the merch table.
"Would you mind signing these for me?" she asked.
"Of course, not at all, I'd be happy to," Tom stammered. He was so frustrated with himself. He had been so cool with everyone else and now he sounded like he'd never spoken out loud before. He looked down at Stella's items all signed by the other podcast hosts, searching for a spot to put his signature.
"I had a great time tonight," Stella said leaning on the table. "You all are incredibly talented." Tom glanced up as he finished signing the shirt. He could see right down Stella's top and realized she wasn't wearing a bra. He would need more than a moment to collect himself before standing up. Her sigh produced a full display of her chest, straining against her shirt, and her nipples were clearly visible and erected.
"It's a shame tonight is over," she said.
"Definitely," Tom replied. He genuinely meant the statement. Strangely, he wished he could spend more time with Stella.
"I suppose it doesn't have to be over," Sandy appeared suddenly next to Tom. "Stella mentioned a couple of places to grab a drink." Tom looked up at Sandy from his seat.
"Oh, I see," he said warily.
"Yeah, I suggested we grab a drink with her. There's no show or early morning buses tomorrow," Sandy shrugged noncommittally.
"We? As in all three of us?" Tom inquired.
"Yes, Stella seems very excited," Sandy responded. Tom glanced up at Stella's blue eyes and her playful red lips.
"Hmm, why don't we meet you out back by the stage door in about thirty minutes? We need to wrap things up here," Tom suggested.
"Really?! I'm so excited!" Stella exclaimed as she jumped and applauded once. Tom remained captivated by her for a moment, and Sandy's blush grew deeper. All she could think of was "her boobs were jiggling".
"That's thirty minutes," Sandy confirmed. The pair watched Stella head out, the last one to leave, and the doors were locked behind her. Tom turned to Sandy.
"Sandy, what is going on here?" Tom inquired.
"It's crazy!" she said. "She just told me she likes us both! This is honestly insane."
"This might be a bad idea," Tom said, struggling to maintain his erection.
"Oh yes, it absolutely is. Tom, Tom," Sandy repeated.
Tom looked over at Sandy. "What?"
"She wants to have sex with us, both at the same time tonight," Sandy clarified. He contemplated this for a moment. Sandy had become a close friend during their podcast journey, but he didn't want the dynamic to become strange. Yet, Stella was undeniably attractive and seemed normal enough for the short time they interacted.
"Let's do it," Tom suggested.
Sandy greeted Stella outside at the stage door around thirty minutes later. After packing and assisting with equipment, Stella provided her co-workers with the name of a nearby bar. Stella found a table for the three of them. While all packaged their belongings and gear, Tom and Sandy confided in their friends about their plans.
"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this, guys," Ryan voiced his concerns. "What if she's unstable? Would it cause problems?" Tom didn't enjoy having his fears echoed by others.
"I hope not. I don't think it will," Tom replied, somewhat confidently. He sincerely hoped things would remain normal, but he had his doubts. Monica was hesitant.
"We're entrusting you two." she said. "This show has become pretty popular, so I guess incidents like this were bound to happen. Just be careful." Sandra nodded.
"Don't worry, we're going to keep in touch," Sandra said confidently.
"Yeah, we should come up with a secret code," Ben suggested.
"What do you mean?" Ryan inquired.
"Like secret messages we wouldn't use in normal texting. If one of us is in danger, we can send that code so the others know and can take action if they need to," Ben explained.
"Like what kind of code?" Monica asked.
"Let's say if everything is okay, we text something weird that none of us would ever say, like 'The Bunyip Sleeps Standing Up,'" Monica continued.
"What the heck is a Bunyip?" Tom wondered.
"It's like a legendary animal from Australian folklore," Monica replied. "If someone is in trouble, we can text 'Princess Buttercup Sucks,'" she added.
"No way! Princess Buttercup is the best pet I've ever had!" Ryan objected.
"That's exactly why it's perfect!" Monica exclaimed excitedly. "Nobody in our group would ever say that! If we get that message, we'll know something bad is happening," she concluded.
"Okay, we'll use those wacky phrases to check in with you guys," Tom agreed.
As they left their friends, Sandra and Tom headed toward the nearby bar where Stella waited. The chilly Seattle air felt good after being backstage. A fine mist started falling around them as they walked to the bar. Tom's phone pinged, followed by Sandra's. It was Monica who had sent 'The Bunyip Sleeps Standing Up' and 'Princess Buttercup Sucks' to their group chat. Ryan sent a message saying he hated the phrase no matter the reason.
"Do you really think everything will be fine?" Tom asked Sandra.
"I definitely do," Sandra replied without hesitation. "What's special about you and me is that I have complete trust in you. We've been working together for such a long time. I know I can trust you not to break your word, and the same goes for you. Our friendship is more important than any physical pleasure we might have," Tom considered this for a moment.
"I trust you too, Sandra," he said. "If you believe we can do this without messing things up, then I'll just trust your judgment," Sandra beamed. "And I think Stella isn't wearing a bra," Tom mentioned casually.
"Really?" Sandra questioned, trying to catch a glimpse of Stella from afar.
"I mean, her nipples, how could you not notice them?" Tom asked. They were now very close to the bar.
"I did notice them... maybe it's a thin bra," Sandra suggested as they walked in.
The bar was buzzing with activity but not too noisy. Sandra scanned the room, searching for any familiar faces from the meet and greet after the show.
"She's over there," Tom pointed. Stella sat at a small table with two empty chairs. She signaled them over. Tom and Sandra made their way to the table. There were two empty glasses, a water jug, and a glass that already looked like it had been sipped from.
"Hi!" Stella greeted cheerfully. "I stuck with water until you guys showed up."
"Hi," Sandra said, taking her seat. Tom joined her, occasionally glancing around the room.
"Don't worry, nobody would really approach you here. There are three other bars far closer to the theatre where people might be hanging out if they're looking for an encounter," Stella reassured them.
"They probably didn't expect us to ask them out in a local bar," Tom mused quietly. Stella winked at Tom.
"You're right, they probably didn't anticipate that," she smiled flirtatiously. She turned to Sandra.
"Drinks?" she inquired, her voice soft and alluring.
"A light drink, something that won't make me too drunk," Sandra responded.
"Vodka soda?" Stella suggested.
"Yeah, great, vodka soda," Tom concurred. Stella stood up and approached the bar. She chatted effortlessly with the bartender before returning a short time later with three vodka sodas.
"How did you get these for free?" Tom asked as Stella placed a drink in front of each of them.
"Because I used to work here with Suze. We even dated for a bit but stayed friends afterward," Stella revealed, sitting back down.
"Where do you currently work, Sandra?" asked Tom, playing with his glass.
"I'm a legal assistant at a law firm," replied Stella. She crossed her legs and took a delicate sip from her beverage. Tom found it challenging to imagine this woman in a professional environment. He glanced at her miniskirt (including pockets), heavy combat boots, and revealing top that displayed her nipples. Stella noticed him staring.
"I have other types of clothing, Tom," she said. "I wouldn't wear this to work. This is my enticing outfit." Stella's eyes sparkled mischievously, and she winked. "In fact, I have a couple of bras as well."
"I figured," Tom responded. It was difficult for him to comprehend.
"The fact that we're planning on doing something later makes it harder to imagine," shared Stella.
"I understand your thoughts," said Sandra and Tom simultaneously.
"It's okay if you have any reservations," said Stella sincerely. "We can just stay here and enjoy our drinks, then go our separate ways."
"I do not have any second thoughts," said Tom.
"Neither do I," confirmed Sandra. Stella grinned.
"It's comforting to hear that. Should we discuss what's off-limits?" Stella inquired.
"It's a good idea," stated Sandra.
"I'm going into this venture with very low expectations," offered Tom. "I'm honest—I'm somewhat anxious, but there's not much that shocks me. Can we simply communicate in the moment?"
"Certainly," replied Stella. "Actually, I hadn't expected you two to be amenable to this. I've far exceeded my assumptions. I'd try anything once," said Sandra, taking a sip.
"I share a similar view," Tom stated.
"I'm glad you two are on the same page," Stella expressed. "Speaking of that, Sandra, what are you most hesitant about?"
"I'm quite unstable when it comes to this," admitted Sandra hesitantly. "However, when you mentioned what you planned to do with me, I became incredibly aroused. But it was solely for you, not for Tom," she said. Tom furrowed his brow and took a small sip of his drink.
"I'm fine with you two getting intimate as long as it's strictly between you, Sandra," said Tom. "Stella, you can also fuck Tom if you wish," Stella smiled.
"Tom, you're fine with me and Sandra being physical with each other?" inquired Tom. Tom nodded and smiled, although he felt awkward expressing his feelings.
"Absolutely," Tom said. "I appreciate your openness, Sandra." Sandra nodded in acknowledgment.
"I'm totally willing to accept that, Stella," quipped Stella. "It appears we're successfully aligning our intentions."
"We all seem to be on the same wavelength," added Tom. "Just to make sure, we agree that sexual activities between us are acceptable." Stella smirked.
"Yes, anything sexual with me will be with me and Sandra," Stella stated. "If you wish to fuck Tom, go ahead. I will not object," said Stella. Stella touched Sandra's arm gently and smiled.
"Can I kiss you now, Stella?" semi-demanded Sandra. Stella's eyes brightened.
"Of course," said Stella. Sandra inched closer to Stella before kissing her gently. Stella pulled back, then leaned in again for a deeper kiss. This approximated a few seconds. Stella then smiled at Sandra once more.
"Sandra," Stella whispered.
"Yes?" inquired Sandra, slightly out of breath.
"I really want to make out with you," Stella confessed. "Tom, we should go," said Stella, turning to Tom.
Sandra proudly proclaimed, "My hotel room!" She had scored a room of her own. Stella laughed.
"Let's head to Sandra's hotel room!" She jumped up and followed Tom and Sandra out the door.
Sandra stood before her hotel bed, confused as to what to do. Sharing a drink and a kiss with Stella was easy going. Now, with Stella lying on the bed, kicking off her shoes and raising her skirt, Sandra was clueless if she should sit or just gaze at her. Stella casually rested her knees up, revealing her panties, igniting a scorching hot sensation in Sandra.
"Should I sit?" Stella asked softly. Sandra nodded. She gingerly lowered herself onto the bed, kicked off her sneakers, and scooted closer to Stella.
"Feeling alright?" Stella inquired kindly. Sandra nodded.
"Yeah, I'm doing fine," Sandra stammered, overlooking her hands. "I just don't know what to do now." Sandra giggled nervously.
"That kiss at the bar was a lot of fun," Stella reminisced, sounding like she was uttering purrs. Sandra shivered internally with the thought. Again, she nodded.
"Can I kiss you now?" Stella practically purred, her lips almost touching Sandra's lips.
"Yes, please go ahead," Sandra said, eyes locked on Stella's lips. Stella leaned in, their lips brushing, Stella's hand cup Sandra's shoulder gently. Sandra began the kiss timidly but welcomed the warmth and moisture of Stella's lips and tongue. She felt a surge of courage and embraced the kiss, opening her mouth and allowing their tongues to explore. Sandra took a breath.
"Hey...can I...touch you?" Sandra hesitated, then went for it. "May I touch you?" Stella cooed. The women's lips locked, sending Sandra's hand up Stella's arm and to her large chest. Sandra found to her delight that Tom had been right, not a stitch of bra covered Stella's breasts. Her thumb circled Stella's hardening nips. Another sound of pleasure escaped Stella's throat. Stella pulled away, her hand meeting Sandra's shirt's bottom hem, raising her eyebrows. Sandra nodded and began to kiss Stella's neck, nibbling and sucking gently, not enough to leave marks, but just enough pressure to elicit soft guttural gasps and her nipples to harden.
Stella's hand slid up Sandra's shirt and found her breasts. She gently squeezed, causing Sandra to gasp in breath. The women continued to kiss and caress each other, arousing their nipples until the sound of the bathroom signaled Tom's return. Blissfully, Stella eased away from Sandra, only to gaze over at Tom.
He stood by the side of the bed, his mouth ajar, but not gapping. Stella's skirt had been raised fully around her waist. Stella's thong panties were on full display, a wet spot visible where she moistened herself. His cock began to swell. Sandra observed, smiled, and continued to dote on Stella's neck with gentle kisses and thumb stroke on her nipples.
"I hope I didn't interrupt anything," Tom said, feeling like a total idiot for spending so much time in the bathroom. "I'm sorry, there was a safety message I needed to send to the group." Stella looped her arm around Sandra and snuggled up to her shoulder. "We're all good."
"Take your shirt off," instructed Stella in a seductive tone. Tom invaded the room and quickly shed his shirt. He climbed onto the bed next to Stella. "I'd love to kiss you," Stella murmured. Tom nodded and leaned in. Her lips enveloped Tom's, and he easily invaded her mouth. He placed his hand on her upper thigh, rubbing its soft skin. She waggled her hips into his hardening cock, and he kissed her more intensely. He removed himself from Stella, but only for a mere moment.
"May I touch you?" he questioned, eyes dancing down at Stella's exposed hand on her thigh. She nodded.
"Yes," Stella responded, flipping onto her back and spreading her legs invitingly. Sandra carried on, tracing her tongue along Stella's neck, as Tom continued to fondle her nipples. Tom retreated for a second.
"Let me touch you now," Stella murmured. Stella shifted her body, inviting Tom to join her and Sandra. Sandra, smitten, carried on with Stella's neck while Tom ventured between Stella's legs, his fingers tickling her clit. Tom resumed their intense make-out session. He pulled away to rejoin the party. "Can I touch you?" he queried, glancing at Stella's hand. She nodded, still savoring the delicious sensations.
"Yes," Stella said, lying on her back and inviting Tom with a spread of her legs. Sandra carried on with her neck exploration, gelling on Tom's deep embrace and tea-cup soft greetings. Tom reached out and explored both women before hooking his fingers into Sandra's jeans to help her remove them. Their clothes shuffled to the floor and, soon, all three were wrapped in each other's embrace.
His hands indulged each woman's body, aiming to savour this moment. He thought back to the act of removing a woman's panties in cinema. The thinking man enjoyed the moment, the anticipation of the next move, the taste of the skin. All three reveled in touch and erotic caresses. It was time to shift gears.
Sandra lifted Stella's shirt, exposing her breast, and leaned in to suck at the nipple. This caused Stella to emit a pleasurable moan. Sandra played with Stella's nipple using her tongue, resulting in a small amount of liquid dripping down Tom's fingers as he fingered Stella's pussy. Tom inserted two fingers into Stella's pussy and she moaned again, her hips moving in time with Tom's actions. Sandra took the other breast into her mouth and wrapped a leg over Stella's, masturbating herself with her free hand. Stella eventually pulled away from both Tom and Sandra.
She removed her shirt and skirt, exposing her naked body. Tom and Sandra also removed their clothing. For a moment, the three stared at each other, avoiding eye contact.
"Let's have some fun," Stella said with a chuckle. Sandra and Tom shared a quick, nervous smile. Stella moved towards Sandra, parting her knees, and began kissing her thighs.
"Is this okay?" she questioned. Sandra nodded, struggling to breathe. Tom observed as Stella moved her head down below Sandra's waist and began stimulating his erect penis with her hands. Stella ran her tongue up Sandra's labia and flicked it against her clitoris, resulting in a sharp inhale from Sandra. She opened her legs wider and Stella began licking around Sandra's pussy, then pressed her tongue inside. Stella plunged it in and out, then licked up to Sandra's clit, causing her to gasp. Sandra's head dropped back, her hands moving through Stella's hair, her hips rolling in time with the rhythm.
Meanwhile, Tom watched the whole scene, noticing Stella's ass in the air with her pussy exposed. He moved behind her and began tracing his finger up between her lips. A quiet moan confirmed his touch and Stella opened her legs wider, allowing access. Tom then began licking Stella's pussy from her clitoris to her vagina, tasting her aroma while experiencing pleasurable spasms. As he reached a stage where he knew he needed to finish quickly, he grabbed his erect cock and began to pleasure himself while watching Stella experience immense pleasure.
Stella had never felt so wet in her life. A fantasy of pleasuring another woman while being pleasured herself had finally come true. The feeling of Sandra's hand in her hair was an exquisite pain, the flicking of her nose against her clitoris a constant source of delight. Stella was powerless against the increasing desire and she moaned loudly. She plunged her tongue inside Sandra and then came up for air, assessing the situation. Tom had also stopped for air, keeping his penis in his hand. Sandra was still on her knees, her face expressing sexual urgency, her legs spread wide open.
Stella leaned down and kissed Sandra passionately. Sandra welcomed her tongue, her fingers tightening in Stella's hair, her breath labored. Tom watched the two women playing with each other. Stella then sat down next to Sandra and opened her legs.
"Do you have a condom?" she inquired. Tom nodded and quickly grabbed a condom from his pants, opening it to roll it over his erection with a moan. Stella got back into position, supporting herself with one hand and using the other to open Sandra's thighs.
"May I?" she inquired of Sandra.
"Yes, please," Sandra begged. Stella traced her fingers through Sandra's slick labia, which had grown swollen and glistening. She inserted three fingers into her with ease.
"Ugh..." Sandra groaned. Tom maneuvered into position behind Stella, gripping her hips. He rubbed his erect penis against her opening and found no resistance.
"Fuck," he whispered, rolling his hips slowly and feeling Sandra's pleasure radiating through him. He fought against his impending climax and gradually increased his speed.
"Fuck," he repeated. He continued in this manner, only occasionally glancing over at Stella who was still moving her fingers inside Sandra's wet pussy. Tom could not contain himself and began to thrust into Stella as hard as he could. Ultimately, Stella followed and Stella thrust her tongue inside Sandra as well.
Stella and Sandra rocked back and forth together, Tom's body spasming as he climaxed. Sandra sighed, content to have finally reached her own climax, her legs quivering. All three lay on the floor, panting heavily, her bodies glistening with sweat.
Stella felt the solid intrusion of Tom slipping inside her completely. A short whimper escaped her lips as she felt his erection fill her thoroughly. The steady in-and-out action caused the warmth within her to expand. She imagined an increasing circle inside her body, growing larger with every stroke of Tom's cock, every thrust of her fingers into Sandra's pussy. How far could she push this, before it reached its limit and erupted within her?
Tom experienced the rippling heat through the condom, became engrossed with the sensation, and began to pump harder and faster. He grasped Stella's hips, the fingernails dug into her skin, and she made a soft moaning sound at the throbbing pleasure. Almost lost in her own moans, she applied more pressure to Sandra's clit, her forehead resting on a pillow, the cries growing louder as she neared the brink of climax. It was an exhilarating moment for both Sandra and Tom. To the echoes of Sandra's pleasure, the imagined circle in Stella's mind grew until it seemed ready to burst. She cried out, involuntarily tightening her vaginal muscles around Tom's cock, thrusting her fingers fast and hard into Sandra's pussy, who screamed in ecstasy. At the final spasm, Tom released inside her, his body tensed wildly, his climax strong and hard.
The three of them paused for a second - tense and limp - before their breathing ceased to rush. Stella then slowly, rhythmically, inserted his cock back into her body, sending subtle shudders through her. It continued until they all relaxed, their breathing slowing and even.
"I've never felt anything like that before..." Tom managed to say, dazed. "It was... incredible," they all agreed. Unable to stay propped up for much longer, they pried themselves apart and returned to being a tangled heap. After several minutes of mere touching and laying close, they entered the bathroom one by one to clean up. Stella covered herself in a hotel-supplied towel, while Sandra and Tom got dressed into the provided robes. They ordered room service and waited for the food to arrive.
Late in the night, around one a.m., Stella considered that they might be asked to leave.
"That was more than just good," breathed Sandra. "I was really nervous, but Stella, you were great."
"Thank you," Stella replied appreciatively. Tom bent and kissed her on the back of her neck.
"You know, this never happens," said Tom. "We never ever do that. It was... incredible," he echoed. Stella smiled and returned the kiss. Stella's towel slipped open, her bare chest surprised him.
"Tom, would you mind if I touched you?" Stella requested.
"Yes," later, as they cuddled together, Tom reached out to embrace her breast. Her breast felt soft, so responsive. As he felt his penis rise again, Stella chuckled and ran a cloth belt across Tom's robe, mouthing, "Take it off." Tom followed her lead and splayed his bare body beside her. Grasping his helmet-shaped penis again, Stella moved hand over hand. Tom was utterly stunned by the sudden reawakening of his sex drive. Stella's fingers slid loosely over his hands, teasing his erection.
His hands then wondered. And found her stomach. His fingers rubbed her pussy, the moisture dispelled by the condom becoming an effortless movement. He leaned his face toward hers, their lips meeting in a kiss. His other hand dropped from her vagina, moving to her neck where he covered it with moist lips before reuniting with her sex and dipping his tongue inside her.
Steadily, untense, Sandra watched them. She touched her own chest, swirling her fingers around her nipples and tasting their curl and erectness. Her left hand journeyed south, her stomach leaving that nub of pleasure behind, and started at her pussy, unexpectedly sloppy within her robe. A determined smile crossed her face as she rubbed with one finger on her clit, steadily curling tighter and tighter into a stiff point.
Stella interpreted the signals, seeing his eyes staring pointedly at her breasts. With her eyes locked on him, she slowly stuffed her fingers deeper into him, while he stroked harder, alternating between her pussy and her breast. Her motions from earlier now mirrored Tom's and she let his hands lead her own as they both pursued their desires. Sandra eagerly massaged herself to completion, her hips thrust forward.
The three of them finally relished the break from their wild explosion, recuperating their collective energy. Post-coitus, the trio shared smiles. The night had just begun, and there were more orgasms on the horizon.
Giving out a sigh and a groan, she pulled her robe right off her body completely as she observed Stella being eaten down by Tom. She continued to touch and caress her wetter and wetter pussy, as she saw Stella's reactions as a result of Tom's tongue. Gradually she started to impale her fingers inside herself, her hips jerked at the welcomed penetration. Stella utilized a hand of hers and touched her leg, kneading it gently, bliss on her face. Sandra extracted one of Stella's breasts with her hand. It was so pliant, yet firm with the roundness of its nipple that slipped into her palm comfortably. Tom continued eating Stella, while Sandra masturbated herself. Sandra observed Stella's face and sensed a gush of moisture forming around her fingers.
"Oh, f*ck," she grunted as she dug her fingers in and out of herself. Incapable of maintaining the deliberate rhythm, her fingers started to pound in and out of her, her thumb pressing negligently on her clit while her hips convulsed violently. She hadn't screamed this time, but her mouth gaped open as her vagina squeezed around her fingers, she twitched and felt a smaller orgasm that forced a whimper out of her throat.
Stella beamed and groaned deep in her throat as Sandra came, drenching the sheets beneath them with a swift gush or two. Stella's legs spread even further, and her hips flexed against Tom's face. A whimpering moan from Stella prompted his tongue to work up and down the length of pussy faster and faster. She was so drenched, so aroused, she had her fingers in his hair and moaned persistently. He pulled back and Stella pulled him up on top of her, kissing him fiercely, her tongue endeavoring in his mouth that tasted of her own pussy. She kissed his chin and neck and guided him to the bed.
"I'd like to sit on you," she grunted. Tom nodded as his private part twitched with anticipation. Sandra prominently presented a condom to Stella, who cautiously opened the package and slid it carefully over Tom's tense cock. She slid her hand up and down the length of it a few times, then lowered herself over it.
Her moist and slippery vagina permitted an easy entry, and she whimpered once again as she felt the entire length of him inside of her. She moved awaiting slowly, her face screwing up in delight. The squeeze of her pussy ignited waves of euphoria through Tom. He found a rhythm and began to thrust his hips up and down. She increased speed and started to ride him more aggressively, her back started to bend into an elegant arch. He ran his hands up her stomach to her breasts, exploding and heaving under her. His cock throbbed, and he felt an immense wave of pleasure gather within him, thinking he was about to pass out. Her vagina tightened around him so much, she uttered a loud moan before riding him back and forth. Her climax squeezed him so hard that he spewed with a roar of pleasure, shocking all three of them, and seemed to set off another climax for Stella.
Sandra observed them with pleasure, absentmindedly fiddling with her stimulated clit, feeling appreciative and entirely fulfilled. Tom thrust a couple times following his roar of pleasure and Stella rode him, relishing the sensation of his cock's hardness within her, experiencing the sharp undulations of his climax, moving in and out of her. Eventually, he became still. After some time, Stella gently climbed off and away from him.
Once more, they lay all exhausted and happy on the bed. They were tired yet content. There was a knock on the door and someone meekly said hesitantly "Room service".
The day after, in the tour bus on their way to Portland for the next show, Monica asked, "How was your night?". Tom and Sandra had arrived that morning, looking drained, but content.
"Really, it was actually quite good," Sandra said. Monica appeared disbelieving. "Really?" Monica gazed towards the rear of the bus where Ryan, Ben, and Tom were chatting about the arrangements for the next presentation.
"I guess, but you know, I had two queens in my room. Tom was on one, I was on the other," Sandra answered. Monica continued to be suspicious. "Keep in mind things aren't...I don't know? Odd?" Sandra considered for a moment. Stella was nowhere to be seen when they awoke that morning. There was a letter on the nightstand for each of them when they awoke, they having passed out after eating their room service. She didn't have her phone number, or her last name, or any other communication method for her. Last night may just be a one-off, charming memory for the two of them.
"I guess not at all," Sandra assured.
"Did you two occupy the room together last night? Ben mentioned Tom didn't show up in the room until approximately twenty minutes before checking out," Monica said.
"Oh yeah, we did, but there were two queen-sized beds in my room. Tom slept on one, I was on the other," Sandra said. Monica still looked doubtful. "Let me inform you, I can depend on Tom. I know one thing about him and that's that I can trust him." Monica nodded and dipped into her novel once more.
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