She seemed not to notice or care, focusing intently on what she was doing at that moment. Looking down, he saw her sway forward slightly, her lips pursed in concentration. From his view, it looked like she was pursing them to kiss the tip of his cock which was gently bobbing upward.
“You’re blessed in that area,” she said, looking up at him.
He smiled. “Sorry about the issues I’m having, but thank you. I’m definitely happy with what I’ve got.”
She giggled. “Don’t worry about the erection. I actually see it all the time with my male clients.” She looked back down and started shaving again.
His cock, more than excited to be part of the equation of what ever the hell was going on, promptly grew to full size and stood proudly protruding from his crotch. As she moved around, it gently brushed her chin and she looked up quickly.
“Sorry!” she said.
He smiled and shook his head. “No trouble,” he said with a smile.
She looked back to his crotch then and started shaving again, then washed the razor and repeated. “I have to admit, it’s bigger than most of the others I’ve seen.”
He smiled. “I’ve heard that more than a few times,” he said, trying not to sound like he was bragging.
She smiled. “I also have to admit that it’s a little hard to concentrate with it in that condition.”
Chuckling, he shrugged. “You have to admit that my current situation is conducive to my current condition.”
She giggled. “I can totally see that a strange woman shaving so close to your cock might excite the little guy.”
He grinned and looked down. “Little guy?” he asked.
She smirked and nodded, getting a laugh and a shrug from him in the process. “Okay… move it… there,” she said, as he pulled his erection one direction. She fell silent then, concentrating harder as she grew closer to his actual shaft.
“It’s actually helping that you are erect,” she observed. “It’s pulling the skin tighter.”
He nodded and pulled the other way as she shaved and washed, shaved and washed.
“Here,” she said, reaching up. She grabbed his wrist then, and moved him around, but it was still a little awkward. She sighed in mild irritation and then looked past him. “Let me just do it this way,” she said, reaching up and wrapping her cool hand around the shaft of his cock.
He groaned quietly and swayed gently toward her, the tip of his cock brushing against her cheek.
“Sorry,” she said, “It’s just going to be easier to finish.”
“It’s totally fine,” he said, smiling.
She giggled and pulled, moving his cock one direction and then the other as she shaved. Finally, she had his pubic region clean.
“Okay, now your balls,” she said. “Lift your cock up and hold it there. Good.” He did as she asked, looking down as she cleaned the razor and studied her next task.
“Do I need to…” he said, letting the question hang in the air.
“Well…” she said. “There’s just no way around this,” and moved her hand to his balls, slowly shaving and pulling the skin flat. There wasn’t really anything sexual feeling, to him at least, about the act. She eventually had his balls clean, even shaving up underneath his undercarriage as far as she could.
Standing, she smiled at him as he checked her work.
“Go ahead and rinse off and I’ll comb your hair for you after we do a final check,” she said.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a grin. He stepped into the shower for a quick rinse off while she cleaned up the rest of the area. After washing away the stray hairs and marveling at how smooth and weird it felt, he looked down and smiled at how much more impressive his cock looked.
“Jesus,” she said, smiling. “You should keep that sucker shaved.”
He laughed and nodded, conceded the point.
“Alright handsome,” she said. “Come on out and let me do your hair.”
He smiled and stepped out, drying himself with the proffered towel she had for him. He briefly tried to wrap it around himself, but gave up when his erection inevitably made it fall.
“I’ve seen it already,” she said with a playful grin and a shrug. Reaching for a brush, she stepped close and started to brush his hair. He looked down and saw that his erection was pointing directly at her crotch.
She followed his gaze and giggled. “You’re such a man,” she said, rolling her eyes.
He smirked and shrugged. “Can you blame me?” he asked. “He’s inches from heaven.”
She blushed and spun him around, brushing the back of his head before spinning him back around. “My boyfriend would definitely wonder just what the heck was going on in here,” she admitted, smiling.
Dex smiled and looked down again. “I’m an honorable guy,” he said with a smile. “I’m not going to throw you to the floor and fuck your brains out.”
She sighed then, swaying forward as he spoke, a single hand bracing against his chest. His cock was still erect, of course, and he felt it push against the fabric of her shorts for a few seconds. She whimpered and then looked up, covering her mouth and hiding a smile. Gently, she pushed forward and he felt the mushroom head of his cock push against the soft folds of her pussy for a few seconds before she pulled back with a grin.
He grinned and shook his head. “Little hussy,” he said playfully.
Jessie came back in then and smiled. “I figured I’d catch you two being naughty,” she said, giggling. “Honey, did I tell you that she wants to be able to fool around with another man?” she asked.
Dex raised an eyebrow and looked first at Jessie and then back to Erin. “Is that right?” he asked.
She had turned about three shades of red and was looking at Jessie with wide eyes.
Jessie was relentless though. “Yeah! She promised her boyfriend that he could have a threesome with two women and he said that he would let her fool around with another guy.”
Dexter chuckled. “That sounds like a fun time,” he said.
Jessie grinned. “Go get on your clothes and wait in my bedroom,” she said.
“What the fuck?” Erin said, slapping her on the shoulder.
He heard his girlfriend giggling as he left the room. Entering Jessie’s room, he pulled on his clothes and started fiddling around with his phone.
“Okay Dex,” came a call from the living room. He sighed and stood, hoping that she didn’t try and get too crazy.
Entering the living room again, he saw Donna clad in an older looking shirt and a pair of panties. She didn’t look like she was dressed very sexily, but he was only a guy; what did he know about what was sexy.
Sighing, he walked forward and stood near the couch as Jessie turned and looked first at him and then Donna.
“Okay, Erin you can just hang out behind me watching,” Jessie said. “We’ll start with Dex coming up and some light kissing, is that okay?” she asked, looking first at Donna and then him.
Both nodded.
“Good, then Dex, you can get all aggressive and tear her clothes off, and then just proceed into sex,” she said. “Start with you forcing Donna to her knees to suck you off, and then move into whatever position you want.”
“Do uh… do I need to go down on her?” he asked.
Donna shook her head. “John’s fantasy is for me to be taken by a man that wouldn’t care about me. So, if you were just coming in and having your way with me and we weren’t filming, and you didn’t care about me, you’d just get your dick sucked and start fucking me, right?”
He shrugged and nodded.
“You can start right up next to Donna,” Jessie said. “We’ll edit it to look good.”
Dex wondered when his girlfriend had become a porn movie director, but didn’t protest. He was about to get to fuck her roommate again, after all.
He stepped up to Donna and kissed her softly on the lips. She smiled and winked at him, returning his kiss. A quiet sigh of happiness fell from her lips as she looked into his eyes. He knew she was looking forward to this.
The two of them kissed for a bit before Dex quietly whispered, “Are you ready?”
She winked again and replied quietly, “Can’t fucking wait.”
Dex took a deep breath and quietly told himself that he could do this, then reached up with a single hand and grabbed her by the back of her head, his fingers pulling tightly against her scalp. She winced, and for a second he almost apologized. He remembered his role though, and kissed her feverishly, as if her lips were the cure to some ailment.
She whimpered as he reached up with a single hand and mauled one of her perky breasts, rolling the nipple in his finger before stepping back and releasing her. Her chest heaved as she breathed, clearly turned on.
He stepped back up to her and took hold of both sides of her collar, then ripped as hard as he could, easily tearing into the fabric. She whimpered but stood her ground. Stepping up to her then, he yanked the remnants of the shirt away from her and savaged both of her breasts, his hands moving roughly over her soft skin.
A single hand moved up and gripped her throat then, squeezing gently. She whimpered again as he pulled her close. The other moved up to her head again and then in one motion he threw her roughly to the ground.
She fell to the blankets on the floor and faced away from him, undoubtedly playing her part. He quickly unzipped his fly and fished his cock out, then started to rub it on her cheek. She turned away and shook her head.
“I have a boyfriend,” she said. “I don’t want to do this.”
“Say something mean,” Jessie said. “We’ll edit out my talking.”
Dex glanced over and rolled his eyes, feeling ridiculous. He stole a glance over at Erin and saw her standing behind Jessie. It might have been his imagination, but he thought he saw a grin on her face. Focusing on his task, he looked down at Donna.
“I don’t give a fuck, bitch,” he said. “Get over here and suck my dick.”
“Good!” Jessie said.