“Holy shit…” Brandon grunted from his front row seat.
But just because Zoey was likely about to fall into a coma from the unceasing pleasure didn’t mean that Sam was going to stop. She wriggled her knees up under her and slid one hand up Zoey’s tight little body. Fingertips feathered across the pale skin, then found the diamond hard nipples across the small, perky mounds. Gentle squeezes caroused whimpers of surrender from Zoey’s mouth, the high-pitched squeal a delight to Sam’s ears. The bed shifted beside them and Brandon’s presence was suddenly gone.
“Fuck, come on,” he grunted from somewhere behind Sam.
She felt the bed bounce a little behind her and moaned into Zoey’s pussy when she realized what he wanted. Pushing her knees outward, she arched her back as much as she could, feeling her pussy opening and drawing a long, low groan from Brandon.
She hadn’t stopped devouring Zoey, though the young woman had ceased to be anything coherent and had seemed to morph into a pile of orgasms and cries of pleasure. Not caring, Sam kept working her over.
The sound of Brandon’s hand moving furiously over his shaft was a curiosity and made her wonder why he didn’t just hurry up and take her. She moved a hand from where it was splaying Zoey’s lips wider so that Sam had better access and pushed it down between her legs to rub her own clit.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned.
Sam wiggled her hips enticingly but kept working at Zoey. She felt a warm hand on her rump and fought to contain her elation that she was finally going the get hers. She didn’t think he was going to feel as filling as Dane had, but it looked like it was more than enough to get the job done. She wiggled her hips once more before pushing backward. The head briefly kissed her pussy lips, but then she felt his hand slide over the head.
His thumb slid from her asshole down to her labia, opening her up. She’d been absolutely soaked during the whole ordeal and knew that he was getting a front row seat to just how gooey her pussy was. The head of his cock flopped lazily against her butt hole, and she felt him bouncing it weirdly up and down. It caressed her slit, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her before it disappeared again.
Pushing back, she felt the head nudge briefly against her lips but wouldn’t slide inside. Frustration began to grow deep inside, and she pushed back against him once more. She felt the burning need to have a cock penetrating her as her frustration built.
“God damnit,” he said, then flopped down on the bed somewhere behind her.
She and Zoey both came out of their sex-fog and glanced at one another. A frown passed between them before they both sat up and turned around. Brandon was sitting at the edge of bed, his head in his hands.
“Babe?” Zoey called, sliding over and sitting on his left while Sam moved to his right.
“Fucking weak,” he said.
“What’s wrong?” Zoey asked.
“Fucking hate my dick,” he said. “Fucking bullshit.”
“Brandon, what’s wrong?” Sam asked, caressing his arm with her fingernails.
He sighed and shook his head. She was confused for a few more seconds until she saw the sadly limp shaft hanging between his legs.
“Baby, it’s okay,” Zoey said. “You made me cum and you got to cum too.”
“It’s fine,” he snapped, waving a hand dismissively.
Sam reached up and turned his head toward her. “Don’t be like this. You can’t stress out over it or it definitely won’t come back.”
He rolled his eyes. “You don’t have a dick, Sam. Mines the one that stops working after only one round.”
Zoey raised an eyebrow. “Hey stop it. Aren’t most men like that?”
“That’s not the point,” he said, sounding very disappointed and defeated. “It’s fucking embarrassing! I have my superhot girlfriend and her superhot friend going to town on each other and I blow after a minute of fucking.”
“Baby, Sam was giving you a really good blowjob before that wasn’t she?”
He didn’t immediately answer.
“It’s okay,” Sam said. “I know how good I am. You know I was.”
“No… both of you were incredible,” he continued. “I’m the disappointment.”
“Haven’t you always wanted to see two women together close up?” Zoey asked, unrelenting in her quest to make him feel better.
“That’s…” he began, then sighed. “Well… yeah… but…”
“So, it was a fantasy come true for you, and you’re wondering why you came early?” Sam said.
He rubbed his temples and brushed a hand across his eyes. “I just wanted to have sex with both of you and now I’m fucking embarrassed.”
“Aww,” Sam said, wrapping her arms around him at the same time Zoey did the exact same thing.
“Honey, you don’t need to be embarrassed,” Zoey said. “I still love you and I’m sure that Sam really enjoyed herself.”
“Brandon, honestly,” Sam said. “I would have been surprised if you didn’t cum that fast. I wasn’t kidding when I said that I know how good I am. Sucking cock is like… my skill.” She adopted a haughty tone as she spoke and playfully blew air on her fingernails before brushing up and down on her upper chest.
That seemed to at least crack the sullen exterior a bit and he broke into a half-smirk.
Glad to see that he was lightening up, Sam kept hugging him as she mused about the situation.
“Was that what was normal for guys?” she wondered. Dane had fucked her brains out and orgasmed, but when she’d gotten back from the bathroom, he’d been hard again. Then again that next morning she’d been able to coax two more loads of cum from him. Dr. Sanderson had done the same thing for her at The Mess Around, and Duncan was clearly able to keep performing after he came.
She wondered if they were the exception, or if guys like Brandon were. She could probably lump Keith in that group as well, but then again, it had been the first time for both of them.
Feeling a little awkward about how things had turned out, she quickly decided that she needed to make her exit. “Ooo… wow,” she said, glancing at the clock. “I didn’t realize I’d been here that long. I better go.”
Both Brandon and Zoey glanced over and were equally surprised. It had been nearly 3 hours.
“Are you sure have to go?” Zoey asked. “We can order some food or something if you want. Maybe watch a movie?”
Sam wasn’t really looking to hangout and relax. Her inner sex-demon, or whatever it was that was making her constantly horny, was demanding that she find a dick and find it quick. She obviously wasn’t going to find it here.
“I really appreciate it, but I’ve got work at six and my uniform is at home.” She frowned and stood, then cocked her head when she heard the sound of a door opening.
She glanced back at Zoey and Brandon who apparently hadn’t heard.
“Someone here?” Sam asked before the door slammed a second later.
Zoey’s eyes went wide and she scrambled for something to cover herself. Brandon managed to reach down and grab a discarded sock and held it up in front of his junk.
“B-dizzle!” the stranger yelled.
Sam wasn’t concerned all that much about being naked in front of someone she didn’t know; not after working at Double D’s for so long.
An average looking guy poked his head in, laughed when he saw Zoey squeak in alarm and dive under the covers. He saw Brandon and winced, holding his hand up in front of his eyes.
“Dude!” Brandon said.
“Oh… damn,” the newcomer said, finally seeing Sam standing there in her birthday suit. “Y’all having a party up in here?”
“Get out of here Peter!” Zoey yelled, though it was muffled.
“Sam,” Sam said with a wave. She gestured to the other two. “We just got done having fun. Sorry, party over.”
Peter frowned. “Sorry I missed it,” he said, his eyes wandering over her.
She snickered, the went about getting dressed again. She’d managed to get her panties and bra on by the time that Brandon managed to kick his roommate out. After a prolonged bout of hugs and kisses from Zoey, Sam managed to finally tear herself away from the little pixie.
***
Arriving home, Sam silently cursed her stupid luck for the dozenth time since leaving Brandon’s apartment as she slowly stalked up the stairs. Of course something like that had happened! Leave it to her to forget to pace herself and wear out her sexual partners before they had a chance to actually take care of her needs.
If she had a boyfriend, she could just have him take care of it for her. But then again, she’d have to deal with all the drama of actually having a boyfriend. She knew she wasn’t ready for that. She just needed a really good fuck every… well… day.
Reaching the top step, she heard the unmistakable sound of a grunt of pleasure coming from Toni’s room. Knowing that she should definitely not go check what made the noise, Sam did exactly that. Peeking into Alex’s room, she was happy to see that it was empty. Setting her bag on the bed as quietly as she could, she kicked off her shoes and tiptoed over to the closet in her socks.
“God, you’re such little cunt sometimes.” The voice was masculine, and Sam thought it must be Wade. The jibe was followed by a cry of pain. “Ow… see what I mean?” the voice said.
“Don’t call me a cunt or I’ll bite the bastard off.” That was definitely Toni. Nervously, Sam tiptoed closer, edging her way through the closet until she could see the two on Toni’s bed.
They were kissing hard, almost violently from the look of things. Sam watched for a few seconds, slightly concerned that one of them was going to hurt the other.
Toni broke the kiss a second later and grinned. “Want it or not?” she asked.
“You fuckin’ know I do,” Wade said. “Please me wench!”
Sam had to bite her lip to stifle the laugh that almost escaped after that one.
“What are you, a pirate now?” Toni asked, an incredulous expression on her face.
“Arrr,” Wade said, grabbing the back of Toni’s head and dragging it down toward…